Amneris Di Cesare – Will the night be sad?

She falls quietly in silence. That’s how she does it in any case. Slowly slipping from twilight to evening, and without a breath she...

Antonia Buizza – Bad boys

With a mixture of concern and dismay, Riccardo gazed at the marble and red brick entrance to the cemetery, framed by four slightly crooked...

Rita Marinelli – Diary of a Spinster. Half-serious treaty on spinsters...

In my family it is a ritual, a must phase. You can attempt to escape in a hundred ways, try a thousand strategies to put...

Roberto Cupo – Falling Stars

The truck pulled over in the dead of night and Riccardo got out, leaping over the cargo bed. He put the sole of the...

Cataldo Russo – Hypocrisy

  The old lady was the only one who grimaced. She looked like a farmer's wife, someone who had grown up in one of the...

Lara Gregori – Mutilation

The poplar had to be pollarded. Actually it should have been cut down because the pioppolo fungus that had been eating it for two...

Giorgio Olivari – Devil

  Bright horsehair slipping off my fingers. You are the love of my whole existence. A love that, before becoming mine, has been somebody else’s....

Antonia Buizza – Butter cookies

It was already seven o’clock in the evening and the cookie dough still had to be made. With the solemnity of a priest putting on...

Giorgia Boragini – Epiphany

Only Steve, a pale lanky young man with a worn-out velvet jacket, sitting alone in the pub, seemed to notice the munificent gesture of...

Kate Chopin – The Storm

  I The leaves were so still that even Bibi thought it was going to rain. Bobinôt, who was accustomed to converse on terms of perfect...

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