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  • Gods

    JaneEm (Джей Ем) JaneEm
    Prose » Narratives, Epigrams, Miniatures, Aphorisms
    - Are you religious ? - Nicolas asked.
    - Depends. - Leslie laughed - Long, long ago we were all. We had different religions, and we fought in their name, because the prophets wanted us to do so. We started killing one another because of these so called “Gods”. Every holy book was interpreted accordi ...
  • 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 ...   641 
  • 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 ...
  • 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 ...
  • 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 ...
  • Illusion

    eomer (Калоян Колев) eomer
    Prose » Narratives
    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 ...
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  • 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 ...
  • 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 ...   710 
  • 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 ...   949 
  • 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 ...   608 
  • 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 ...   945 
  • 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 ...   658 
  • 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 ...   769 
  • 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 ...   784 
  • 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 ...   15683 

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