Short Story Prize

We were girls once. The girls you once saw hawking on the streets of Arewa—selling awara, wainan rogo, dan wake…

The new game Oyin and I invented is called Shock-Me-I-Shock-You. We play it whenever our parents aren't around. Often, Daddy…

The KrisFlyer miles of a dead person cannot be redeemed. The woman on the hotline said it as if she…

The sun feel uneasy, shining too hard—like it know something coming. I glance up. Corbeaux wheel above the market, wings…

In a rain-soaked village by a restless river, a fifteen-year-old finds her childhood collapsing under the weight of family silence…

In an overcrowded family home governed by an unseen god, a young girl comes of age under rigid rules, until…

A Trinidadian bassist flees to Lima to escape his past, but a relentless rhythm follows him across the sea, turning…

He could not tell his mother that he lost his job in Prague, or that he is gay, or that…

It was not surprising that the residents of 58th Street did not notice Miss Alice’s unusual condition right away; she…

Singh sat on the bench on Platform Three at Amritsar Junction. Nine years of waiting had carved his outline into…

This piece includes references to suicide that some readers may find distressing. We had spent a long time getting ready…

১. মফিজের প্রথমবারের মতো কেন্দুয়ার সড়ক ধরে ছুটে যাওয়ার ঘটনাটি গ্রামের কোনো বাসিন্দার চোখে পড়ে না। এই চোখে না পড়ার…

Translated to English by Arunava Sinha and Shabnam Nadiya 1. The first time Mafiz ran along Kendua’s main road, it didn’t catch the eye…

Conrad came tearing into his mother’s kitchen like hell hounds were chasing him. Took up refuge behind Maude. Which wasn’t…

She sits at the back of the class, flanked by empty desks. What would it be like to have a…

We all love to drink chai, but not the same kind and not the same amount. For instance, Auntie can’t…