Apenas sonó la campana del recreo, los estudiantes corrieron hacia Michael. No fue necesario que él los llamara ni que gritara para que le pusieran atención. Michael estaba en el duodécimo grado, y la posición a la cual esta jerarquía...
She had a weakness for vegan women. She loved gorditas and flautas, tostadas topped with pig’s feet and pickled pork skins, pozole and birria, but she fawned over women with grassy breath, nourished on lettuce...
A tiyanak! That’s what got that poor girl. Even the silent mouthing of the name “tiyanak” gave Julia goosebumps. She was staying with her grandmother, Lola Mina, for summer vacation. Lola Mina’s cook, Inday, was convinced this malevolent creature had...
En medio de la clase se me escapó un gemido. Por unos segundos, todos voltearon a verme. Me llevé los dedos a la boca y empecé a quitarme el esmalte con los dientes. Paré cuando noté que había atrapado la...
During our lunch break, we could go outside when we are done. That’s what we usually did. I mean, who wants to sit in a smelly cafeteria after all? There’s a woman called la Llorona who takes children and drowns...
People marveled at the three-story house in the outskirts of Licey al Medio. The speed at which a group of men built the cinder block structure was unlike anything they’d ever seen. The home towered over the others on this...
“Opportunities like this come once in a lifetime, Flavia,” said Marisol in an officious tone. She was holding one of Flavia’s hands and looking into her eyes as if she were disclosing the mystery of the Apocalypse. They had been...
Ni tan lejos ni tan cerca. “El Alto” me hace sentir como que aunque no estoy allá, nunca me fui. Un paseo astral por la media isla; un baño de pueblo. Me transporté, caminé por la República y por el...
A short story is a work of short, narrative prose that is usually centered around a single event, limited in scope as an introduction to such an event. In John Paul Infante’s On the Tip of My Mother’s Tongue, you...
We were driving somewhere on the New Jersey Turnpike. I was brand new to the States. Hell, I was so new that I still had the wrapping paper on me. We drove a nineteen ninety-something Volkswagen Jetta with...