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“Bulgaria, Bulgaria….How did I end up with you. This was the biggest mistake of my life.” Story of the Week (November 15), by Milen Ruskov. Translated from Bulgarian by Christopher Buxton.
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Looking for Willie George
“Of African descent and a native of British Guyana, Willie was a talented if self-taught writer who wanted to be nothing less than the ‘Black Conrad.’” Story of the Week (November 8), by Jeffrey D. Boldt.
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Cerebral Play
“Paralyzed with fear, I shut my eyes tight while my heart pounded and the darkness seemed to quiver around me.” Story of the Week (November 1), by Dan Stankivitz
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Other Lives
“Given a choice, she would go out and comb the manic streets of Delhi for terrorists or car jackers, instead of being cooped up in a dingy room with me.” Story of the Week (October 25), by Vineetha Mokkil.
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Kandahar
“He would sit beside it and watch the colours of the sky transform it as if the sun bent around the horizon just to take a peek at the angles and crevices of its metallic beauty.” Story of the Week (October 18), by Anam Abbas.
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Elias: 1949-1971
“He loathed the greater exposure it gave him to the non-Orthodox world. Not because he loathed the world he saw, but because he loathed that this world saw him.” Story of the Week (October 11), by Cathy Rosoff.
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A Strand of Ice
“I saw the matchstick trotting arrogantly into the wide, blue expanse, brandishing several flags and ready to force-feed its language to whatever or whomever it ran into.” Story of the Week (October 4), by Timothy Ogene.
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The Qalander
“Sasha smiled, and sauntered past him, swaying slightly on her high heels. One didn’t expect to see a friend’s wife or sister turn up as a professional escort.” Story of the Week (September 27), by Faiqa Mansab.
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Planting the Willow
“Each movement, each gesture, each pose, would dissolve like a drop into a river and flow from sequence to sequence.” Story of the Week (September 20), by Douglas Penick.
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Of Bones and Lust
“The crowd stood, eerily quiet, gawking at the headless body doused in blood, tottering like an effigy in the cart as it creaked along.” Story of the Week (September 13), by Khanh Ha.
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