Благодаря ти, Джейсън!
– Да не е дошъл денят на Страшния съд? – попита първият от овчарите.
– Надявам се, не. Реших да видя дали може да се направи нещо по тоя въпрос.
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Наташа
Едно от преимуществата на това да си толкова древно същество—като мен—е, че с времето научаваш много от „вратичките“ и „скритите кодове“. Животът, хората, цивилизацията, планетата – всичко започва да ти прилича на една голяма игра (да кажем: „компютърна“) и ти научаваш всичките скрити трикове, заложени там от създателите. Скритите кодове, да. А създателите имат страхотна фантазия и чувство за хумор. Continue reading Наташа
A pokol nem minden lakója ördög
Trafalminia nem mindig volt földi pokol, a korrupció és a diktatúra szinonimája. Egykoron egy gyönyörű kis ország volt, ahol átlagos, de szabad emberek éltek. Akkoriban még nem tanították meg őket, hogyan lessék meg és súgják be egymást; vagy éppen arra, hogy jelentsék szomszédaikat, mielőtt azok jelentik őket. Nem tanították meg őket a gyűlöletre és a rettegésre; és hogy többé ne tudjanak különbséget tenni olyan dolgok között, mint a tisztelet, a szeretet és a félelem. Continue reading A pokol nem minden lakója ördög
Ha!
Did I just feel the lack of pain?
Nothing hurt.
My face did a funny thing.
A thing I think they call a smile.
Continue reading Ha!
Not Everyone Who Lives in Hell is a Devil
There were no more poets and writers, teachers, politicians, journalists, painters, soldiers, officers from the old police (the one before the militsiya), representatives of the old institutions or the old Academy of Sciences; there were no more merchants, artisans, engineers, firefighters who hadn’t sworn their allegiance to the party… Continue reading Not Everyone Who Lives in Hell is a Devil
DIANA, or The Bad Men Die First
IT HAD BEEN A LONG TIME SINCE DIANA LAST SAW THE SHADOWS.
Way too long. Which could only mean one thing—the storm
was close. A single gentle push and she would jump headfirst
into the abyss. Continue reading DIANA, or The Bad Men Die First
Her Heart is Dust
“You are asleep
In front of your TV.
The news is over, it is late.
Reruns of Friends are on. You dream.
What your TV didn’t tell you and what the news forgot about—
That broken woman, they say she’s ill, they call her crazy.” Continue reading Her Heart is Dust
Колко жалко, че не съществуваш
Под дрехите сме голи
Под асфалта е земя
Под разума са чувства
А под мълчанието едва
Скривам разговор от часове
Който водих си със тебе
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Silent Night
Who knows why “Silent Night” was the two little girls’ favorite song. Not just around the holidays but all year round. They would often sing it or hum it on a July morning or a May evening. Both of them. It was their most favorite song of them all … Continue reading Silent Night
Dear Child
Potap was used to it; every time his wife was in one of her moods, it was best for him to just shut up and listen silently to everything she had to say or shout at him. He also had to be mindful of his body language. Smiling could be taken the wrong way, being too serious or glum too. He had to hide behind a mask of something in-between. Then the hug would follow. That was his final master stroke as he held Andreana’s sobbing body. Continue reading Dear Child
Alex Tomoff 