Term: Fiction
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I was already halfway across the bridge when I realised I had forgotten lunch again. The Arno slid past beneath me, the colour of oversteeped...
Lizzy’s backyard was rocking like the beats from her rickety headphones. She had a lawn the shape of the sun and blue flowers that grew...
My bestie, Malita and I were having breakfast in our open balcony of our Paradise Island House in Polwi, when she startled me with a...
“Time holds the fate. of me and you / The mirror lies but the images are true.” I used to laugh at these words, etched...
The man in orange asked. It was after midnight when I took the garbage out to the street to throw it in the trash can....
The laminated pages stick to my fingers. “Kaffee mit Bailey’s, bitte.” My tongue trips over words that no longer fit in my mouth. Twenty years ago,...
You can’t own Lisbon. You only rent her breath. João scrapes mildew from the kitchen tiles of his uncle’s old flat, the blue glaze flaking...
He sleeps beneath the closed bank, counting breaths like coins. Yesterday he wore a suit and signed approvals; Today the city erases him. When the cough came, the...
He signs the treaty at dawn, ink steady, face calm. By noon, the bridge will fall and the convoy with it. Everyone trusts him; that is the...
At dawn, Ayo crawls from the burned kola grove, the only man breathing. The militia’s boots still echo in his skull. He tastes ash, counts names like...
Nora met Javi when he bumped into her with the still-lit end of a hand-rolled cigarette. At first, Nora thought someone had spiked her with...
Evan had hoped for a relaxing three-hour train ride on the scenic route from Aberystwyth to Birmingham. He knew he could not expect the same...
One of my recent lovers told me that what happened might well have happened without the intrusion of Arthur Beamish. But how could it have? In...
Far away from here, in the northernmost part of the province, where the forest gives way to tundra, there still exists an old village where...
In between rows of Victorian houses painted in greys and beiges that blended in with the concrete of the streets and the parked cars sat...
The road trip was meant to be fun. It was, for a while. Then the excitement faded, and all that was left was ourselves. Nothing...
On my very first visit to Café Bagatelle, clutching a beaten copy of Homage to Catalonia and a notebook in my right hand, the heavy...
A patch of flat, scorched earth wedged between Iraq and Saudi Arabia, Kuwait turns east like a falcon’s head to shriek at the Gulf. In...
They shove off together barefoot with no plan, a couple fearless Huck Finns. New love is always built on the kind of trust you put...
We passed through Homs, then headed west into the hills toward Draykeesh. I’d been in the country for three months, and it was nearly spring,...
Walked roughly southwest this morning, down Market Street from the bay in the crowded well-appointed business district of San Francisco. Lovely weather; wishing it were...
Welcome to Panorama: The Journal of Travel, Place, and Nature’s 12th edition. In this issue, we present work on the theme of ‘cities,’ whether in...
Welcome to Panorama: The Journal of Travel, Place, and Nature’s 10th edition. This issue focuses on INTIMACY in all its forms from a closeness and...
In this issue we have work from India, Nigeria, Philippines, Israel, Netherlands, UK, USA, Brazil, South Korea, Thailand, Germany, Italy, and more. In many ways...
Perhaps more than any other time in recent history, how we see places and one another will determine what happens next to our human family....
We present our panoramic vision of travel literature in our Spring ‘Open’ issue. A carefully curated collection of travel poetry, fiction, and memoir, the selections...