I think sometimes writers conflate short stories with small stories. Stories have to be focused and quick, critics seem to suggest. But what I love about short stories is just how big they can be within a small space. How they can implicate everybody while being about somebody. The stories in this issue of Aster(ix) are big stories told in small spaces, by writers from all over the world.
Part One It is seventh grade, and my English teacher, in the middle of…
My grandmother was a reader, my great-grandmother was a reader, my mother is a reader,…
While we waited we were visited by the ghosts of the girls who had already…
I am not a Muslim, but on my nüfus kâğıdı, the Turkish identity papers, as…