33 results
  • April's Fall

    Kiril_Dimitrov (Kiril Dimitrov) Kiril_Dimitrov
    Prose » Fantasy and fiction
    The space station April, a mismatched shape of metal cubes and spheres strung together, orbited the moon of an unnamed, lifeless gas giant. Between the huge planet and the moon it orbited, April was almost perpetually cast in deep shadow, swallowed by the cold darkness of space. Every seven years or ...   132 
  • Paths apart

    JaneEm (Джей Ем) JaneEm
    Prose » Epigrams, Miniatures, Aphorisms
    "In the moment I saw her walking out that room, a flash of memories hit me with an amazing force. The world is cruel. Back in the days we were happy. We were waking with a smile next to one another. We laughed and cried together and now ... now I realized she wasn't the person I once knew, and our p ...   292 
  • Those motley eyes

    Делия (Делия) Делия
    Prose
    She was a beautiful woman. Her motley eyes could just bore every man that looked at her. Their green olive nuance that reflected from her chestnut colored eyes was so intense that no one could really tell if they were looking into a thick forest or the bottom of an ocean.
    Her warm heart radiated so ...
      314 
  • The fairytale of love

    monkaka (Симеон Симеонов) monkaka
    Prose » Letters
    Once upon a time there was a little princess more beautiful than the sunrise and the shining stars in the sky. The sparkle in her eyes was unusual and magnetic. She was unpredictable, intriguing and captivating. Everyone in the whole kingdom admired her unconventional capacity to inflame kindness in ...   317 
  • Recycle

    SabiZhurnalov (Съби Журналов) SabiZhurnalov
    Prose » Epigrams, Miniatures, Aphorisms
    Always recycle your love,
    cause many people need it!
      337 
  • Eadweard Fearless 2

    Stay-C Stay-C
    Prose » Fantasy and fiction
    “No one ever has returned from the darkness!” asserted Hallr. The lumberjack’s eyes gazed indifferently at the men in the hall.
    Eadweard entered the room unnoticed. A couple of torches were lit at the far corners of the hall, throwing languid shadows onto the ground and the walls. His father was str ...
      366 
  • Eadweard Fearless

    Stay-C Stay-C
    Prose » Narratives, Fantasy and fiction
    It was that time of the night when the flames in the fireplace were most delightful, when the milk and the cookies were most delicious, and when Granny’s fairy tales were most enchanting. It was that time before bedtime when the children’s imagination was ready to venture in the farthest and most fa ...   386 
  • The Shoes Thing

    Burns (Гаврил) Burns
    Prose » Humoristic
    I’m not used to talking to big crowds. Not even like medium or smaller ones. The only time I’m comfortable speaking in front of a lot of people is when I’m home and they are all imaginary. Heck, you could be imaginary for all I know. Because I feel pretty comfy in here.

    Ever seen a girl with that ...
      340 
  • Under the Purple Sun

    DisorientedOwl (Георгия) DisorientedOwl
    Prose » Narratives
    Above vast pastures of blue grass the purple sun shone with the overwhelming brightness of a million suns of a more appropriate for a star colour.
    The slug blinked a couple of times, its vision blurry and its mind foggy. Many half-formed questions flooded its mind as the slug’s consciousness finally ...
      361 
  • The Loss

    katia-tsenkova (no.one) katia-tsenkova
    Prose
    Losses. We experience them all the time. We lose a pen, a book, a bag, a friend, our dignity, our ideas, ourselves. And it's all one big freaking loss. Sometimes our loss isn't so harmful and heartbreaking, and sometimes it turns your world around. I mean it's a loss.
    While on his way to the funeral ...
      298 
  • The Nihilnaut

    Burns (Гаврил) Burns
    Prose » Others
    ...when the mind stretches to perceive beyond them,
    the nuances of existence undermine my very foundation...
    ...as time passes the boundaries are closing in;
    I'm stretching thin
    between all the concepts and notions... ...
      349 
  • The Memory Jars

    eomer (Калоян Колев) eomer
    Prose » Narratives
    The Memory Jars
    (всички 3 части)
    Part 1
    I love exploring old attics - they are like frozen pieces of universe, often the last piece of a perfectly preserved but forgotten generation. It's kind of a hobby to travel across the states, and check out the house sales, but you know, the kind where they le ...
      405 
  • The Eights

    eomer (Калоян Колев) eomer
    Prose » Narratives
    The Eights
    OK, I had to finally tell this story. It's been haunting me for years, it keeps popping up in my dreams, bubbling like a boiling cauldron in my subconscious. And my mind is going to explode soon, so I'll just leave it here in an attempt to lose some of the baggage in my head. No series, I ...
      407 
  • Living wisdom

    Nejnostt (Даниела Тодорова) Nejnostt
    Prose » Epigrams, Miniatures, Aphorisms
    We are not equal but same!
    DT©
      320 
  • Living wisdom

    Nejnostt (Даниела Тодорова) Nejnostt
    Prose » Epigrams, Miniatures, Aphorisms
    One is not like another, but you love them all!
    DT©
      391 
  • The Flame (Imagination)

    Burns (Гаврил) Burns
    Prose » Others
    The spark... The inspiration is a mystery woman.
    The femme fatale.
    She wants to be rescued.
    She wants to conquer
    and be conquered. ...
      427 
  • Imprisoned

    Burns (Гаврил) Burns
    Prose » Others
    The rib cage prisoner is digging his way out in perfect darkness... to meet deliverance at the hands of some Aztec god... who promised an ascent to celestial light and warmth. Hence, scars become unsealed and wounds awakened from their ancient slumber to breathe anew, true colors revealed by gradual ...   397 
  • The Narrow Path

    Burns (Гаврил) Burns
    Prose » Others
    Path of coexistence
    Edge of a razor blade
    An impossible journey
    The blood drop is split in two
    to explore both planes, ...
      402 
  • Illusion

    eomer (Калоян Колев) eomer
    Prose » Narratives
    Illusion
    I see you. All of you. I see your eyes staring at me, through me and beyond me. I see your faces – some old, some young, even babies. You, all of you, just staying there, in your tiny little houses, putting a charade nobody is really watching.
    You are all different. You are poor. And you ar ...
      760  18 
  • Prisoner of Mankind

    eomer (Калоян Колев) eomer
    Prose » Narratives
    Prisoner of Mankind
    We did this. We all did. We should have been dead a long time ago, and yet we found a way to screw things even more, outdid ourselves. Africa was the obvious answer. So simple. This massive piece of hot sweaty heaven sitting right there, undisturbed for thousands of years. Of cou ...
      410 
  • Precursor

    Burns (Гаврил) Burns
    Prose » Others
    A feeling of incomplete awakening
    where sleep has not set in before.
    A glimpse of another time and space.
    Calm primordial darkness
    pervading unity, ...
      630 
  • Hypervisual

    Burns (Гаврил) Burns
    Prose » Others
    Hope is...
    Her, in the mind's eye
    Dancing barefoot
    On a carpet of broken glass
    Of reality's mirror ...
      435 
  • The Pieces Don't Fit Here Anymore

    papergoddess (Ива Стойкова) papergoddess
    Prose » Narratives
    There they stood. Both of them were frozen and just didn’t know what to say or what to do. Either thought they’d do something wrong so they just stared at the floor. She dared to look into his eyes. They were filled with pain and that broke her even more inside. She just wanted to go to him and hold ...   462 
  • Chamomile tea love

    poliaa23 (Поля Христова) poliaa23
    Prose » Erotic
    In some days her love is like a chamomile tea...
    she make him relaxed, feel melted, peaceful.
    In days like this they spend the day in bed –
    kissing and caressing, hugging observing their peaceful faces and bodies.
    Listening to nice music. Sometimes he will stand up and play piano for her, ...
      597 
  • Fire and Rain

    eva96 (Ева Илиева) eva96
    Prose » Narratives
    Once upon a time in a town not so far away there was a girl. A girl so pretty, so smart, so kind, so strong that everyone wanted to be like her. She had the most beautiful soul. She believed in the best of people. Her name was Maya. Some people connected her name with the month may as then everythin ...   650 
  • The Artist

    NiyaVeleva (Ния Велева) NiyaVeleva
    Prose » Narratives
    Six months of work had finally paid off. Jackson put the phone on the desk and leaned back in his chair, running his hands through his hair. He couldn't believe what had just happened. The conversation was going over and over in his mind. He couldn't forget the voice of his publisher, telling him th ...   390 
  • Under The Shade of The Walnut Tree

    PM (Иван Радев) PM
    Prose » Narratives
    It was springtime. The fields were recently colored in gold by the wheat plantations. No noise disturbed the endless silence but the gentle singing of the birds. The two small villages that no map had chartered were as peaceful as ever. The road connecting them, which was not used since times unreme ...   686 
  • Gloomy Sunday

    killwithme (Христо Гаврилов) killwithme
    Prose » Narratives
    It’s Sunday morning. The laughter of little children playing outside woke me up. Little bastards. What time is it? It’s so dark in my room. Oh, wait, the curtains are covering the windows. I reach for my phone. It’s 9am. F***ing children. I wish they drowned so I don’t have to deal with their annoyi ...   448 
  • Angel

    Rois (Събина Брайчева) Rois
    Prose » Fantasy and fiction
    - That little devil! – said Anna’s mum after failed attempt to charm the white cat, that finished with the animal hissing at her.
    - Mum! – Anna revolted. – Don’t call her like that.
    - Well, I won’t use the name you’ve chosen, Angel is a ridiculous name for a cat.
    Anna did not choose this name just l ...
      645 
  • My own sex and the city story

    filibety (Майната Филибето) filibety
    Prose » Novels
    The daily activities became something I can’t run from even if I wanted to just for a moment. The feeling like everything is old was keeping the days, and weeks go by. After every night shift I found that there is no other better way to relax than a glass of beer, sometimes even two, make forget the ...   453 
  • Ladies First

    Ambrouse (Стефан) Ambrouse
    Prose » Narratives
    Most of the patients were waiting quietly their turn at the consulting room on the first floor. There were people of course that slipped carelessly forward taking advantage from the absentmindedness of those before them. The queue often shook with arguments but sometimes everybody just bowed their h ...   558 
  • Lina's Hand

    Ambrouse (Стефан) Ambrouse
    Prose » Narratives
    Everyone in the village liked Raffi- the friendly mongrel dog who lived near the bus station, in an improvised kennel made of wooden crates. Though not pure- blooded, Raffi looked impressive, maybe because he had gotten many of the genes of his granny – karakachan dog with a pedigree. Everyone knew ...   559 
  • Love Impossible

    Ambrouse (Стефан) Ambrouse
    Prose » Narratives
    Two beautiful green eyes were staring at her from the mirror, eyes sodden with sadness. In these eyes the sadness always, even in the merriest moments, somehow managed to crawl in and take its proper place. And the present moment wasn’t a merry one at all – she had realized she was head over ears in ...   15448 

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