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Martin Amis BUJAK AND THE STRONG FORCE or GOD'S DICE Bujak? Yeah, I knew him. The whole street knew Bujak. I knew him before and I...

John Ajvide Lindqvist Can’t see it! It doesn’t exist! Frank Johansson is waiting for the picture that will change his life. He is sitting...

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Maeve Brennan The View from the Kitchen Herbert’s Retreat is a snug community of forty or so houses that cluster together on the east...

Edward P. Jones Marie Every now and again, as if on a whim, the Federal government people would write to Marie Delaveaux Wilson in one of...

Hermann Joachim Bang Irene Holm Translated by Grace Isabel Colbron. Copyright, 1907, by P. F. Collier & Son ONE Sunday morning, after...

Simon Guerrier Last Christmas It seemed like everyone else in the world. Four in the morning on Christmas Day, and the pub was dark, save...

Federico Iwasaki The Damned Room I hadn’t booked a room because I am a regular customer, but the receptionist didn’t want to give me the...

José Saramago The Centaur Translated by Giovanni Pontiero The horse came to a halt. His shoeless hooves gripped the round, slippery...

Taken from https://onlinereadfreenovel.com/anne-rice/33554-the_master_of_rampling_gate.html Rampling Gate. It was so real to us in the...

Colette Chéri [Translated by Matthew Ward] Chéri “Léa! Give it to me, give me your necklace! Do you hear me, Léa? Give me your pearls!”...

Richard Ford Rock Springs https://nemaloknig.net/read-267791/ ‘But as I read on a napkin once, between the idea and the act a whole...

George was not the kind of partner who cared to talk while dancing. Once one realized that there was not necessity to keep up a flow of...

Rosamond Lehmann The Gipsy’s Baby 1 At the bottom of the lane that ran between our garden wall and the old row of brick cottages...

Sabrina Benaim first date hello. when i say hello, i mean thank you. when i say thank you, i mean i adore you. when i...

RAMÓN MARÍA DEL VALLE-INCLÁN Niña Chole It was many years ago, recovering from an unhappy love affair, that I embarked for Mexico from a...

On Friday afternoon she bought cut flowers—daffodils, anemones, a few twigs of a red-leaved shrub, rapped in mauve waxed paper, for...

Mary Caponegro The Star Café Carol heard a noise as she undressed for bed; it frightened her—she'd actually been half undressing for bed...

Jenny Joseph Another Tale of Hare and Tortoise 1987 There was something I forgot to tell you when I told you the story How the one...