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Comfy

Edward Herring

‘Who needs a bed? he said one night. He was drinking beer out of an old dirty pickle jar.’

New fiction by Edward Herring.

Country & Eastern

Greg Jackson

‘Anyone could find courage when the World-Historical Spirit had selected you to enact your martyrdom on the Six O’Clock News. But in the shadows, in secret, unrecognized?’

Creep

Caoilinn Hughes

‘She hadn’t been skiing since her master’s in Iceland, back when glaciers had some heft to them, though slackened and fast-diminishing as the legs of a retired cyclist.’

Crossbones

Nuruddin Farah

‘In a world in which coercion is the norm, a human trafficker must have underlings as well.’

Cult

Marcus Ong Kah Ho

‘The parties always had a good mix of men and women, although more often than not there were more good-looking women than men.’

Fiction by Marcus Ong Kah Ho.

Dance Cadaverous

Uzodinma Iweala

‘It just seemed like the right thing to want, the right thing to do.’

Day 4

Rachel B. Glaser

‘She sat sweating on the curb as her mother’s narrow face hovered over the parking lot like a hologram.’

Days of Awe

A.M. Homes

Read the title story from AM Homes' dazzling new collection of short stories, Days of Awe, available now from Granta Books.

Death House

Christina Hesselholdt

New fiction translated from the Danish by Paul Russell Garrett.

Don’t Fall in Love

Mohsin Hamid

‘She does not stare at you, but when your eyes meet, she does not look away.’

Double Date

Sasha Fletcher

‘Off in the distance, the landlords laughed and laughed and laughed and laughed!’

An excerpt from the new novel by Sasha Fletcher.

Dragon Island | New Voices

Laura Fellowes

‘This is a wartime story. It is the spring of 1943 and Europe is burning; look down and see.’

Drawing Lessons

Anushka Jasraj

‘All colours are hurt spectacles, I think, and say aloud without intention.’ The 2017 Commonwealth Short Story Prize winner for Asia.

Dreamed in Stone

Jon Fosse

‘You were a chasm that cracked and turned into stones, and then the stones lay there, beautifully laid, in a wall.’