Fiction Archives

Zu, or Part Thereof

Ouyang Yu

On this Greek island of white walls and sky-blue houses, they lay in bed, facing the sea through a window large enough to contain the sea from end to end. ‘Do you still remember the saying?’ said she. ‘What saying?’ said he. ‘The saying that goes, zhongren jiezhu wo du qing, zhongren jiezui wo du xing,’ said she. ‘Oh, that one.’ ‘Wasn’t it something constantly on your lips when you were an ambitious university student?’

The Cameleer

Christopher Raja

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The Funeral

Jennifer Mills

The Man Who Loved The Persimmon Tree

Arnold Zable

I first saw him in the port of Chongqing, in a navy-blue overcoat, hurrying on the wharf towards the Yangtze River ferry. He held a valise in one hand and clutched a book to his chest with the other. I stood by the rails on the upper deck and watched until he vanished in the melee of passengers crossing the gangway.

The White Waratah

Carol Lefevre

A Quiet World

Anneliz Erese

Interested in Custard

Ashley Goldberg

Zucchini

Monikka Eliah

Hiatus

Kristian Radford

Jason was good at his job but he knew that wouldn’t mean anything today. There are times when a man is called to complete an impossible task, not necessarily because of any malice on the part of the one doing the calling—usually a higher power such as a god or a manager—but because the higher power needs this impossible task to be done for moral or legal reasons perhaps, and besides, they’ve earned the right to delegate this sort of thing.

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