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26 Apr 2021
LUMRAH SAJA APABILA SEORANG insinyur rekayasa buah mengalami masa-masa gersang inspirasi layaknya seorang seniman. Kwodvide, salah satu insinyur rekayasa buah senior pernah merancang sesuatu untuk memecahkan masalah ini: satu buah-buahan yang dinamainya visiceri, alias ceri inspirasi. 
26 Apr 2021
La criatura apareció cuando murió su padre y ella se quedó huérfana por segunda vez. En realidad, él había muerto muchas veces antes, cada vez que desaparecía. No recordaba cuántas. Su memoria era un contable falible, llevaba las cuentas como quería, y tenía tendencia a redondear por lo alto cuando se trataba de ausencias.
By: Cristina Jurado
Translated by: Marian Womack
Translated by: James Womack
26 Apr 2021
The creature appeared when her father died and she was orphaned for the second time. In fact, he had died several times before, every time he disappeared. She could not remember how many times. Her memory was fallible: it kept count as it wanted to and had a tendency to round up when it came to absences.
By: Rio Johan
Translated by: Rio Johan
26 Apr 2021
As with artists, it’s only natural for fruit engineers to experience arid periods of inspiration. Kwodvide, one of the senior fruit engineers in the Bio-Corporation, managed to design something to solve this problem: an inspirational cherry which he named visiocherry.
26 Oct 2020
26 Oct 2020
Heitaro was a rational young fellow who believed in the progress and harmony of mankind. He felt nothing but contempt for ghosts and yokai and didn’t hesitate to declare that anyone scared of such insubstantial phenomena was an unenlightened imbecile. He had a habit of saying things like, “Act like you’re living in the 20th century!”
16 Oct 2020
I couldn’t write any more. It turned out that the trajectory of my world had been determined by the stitches of so many regrets. It turned out that I had had so many chances to enter into a new, potentially better world.
27 Jul 2020
Stefan škrtl další sirkou a zapálil jednu ze svíček, které s sebou přinesl, pak další a další, dokud je neobklopoval celý kruh. Hanna nakrčila nos. Svíčky vydávaly zvláštní zápach, ale ne nepříjemný. Připomínal čerstvě posečenou trávu. I jejich tmavě olivová barva byla nezvyklá.
27 Jul 2020
He ignored her remark, ignited another match and lit a small candle. Then another one. He continued until a circle of candles surrounded them on the stage. Hanna scrunched her nose. The candles exuded a strange smell, but not an unpleasant one. It resembled freshly mown grass. The color was unusual too, a deep olive-green.
By: Eisuke Aikawa
Translated by: Toshiya Kamei
27 Jul 2020
The translucent Ōe-san steps out of the bathroom and sits at the table as usual. He spreads butter on an invisible slice of bread, takes a bite, and chews it, holding the morning paper in his other hand. Just like a mime. I sit on the floor and observe his movements.
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30 Apr 2020
As someone who thinks of myself primarily as a writer, I first became interested in translation three years ago when I started working on a novel inspired by the tropes of wuxia (martial arts fantasy) fiction in English.