Prose
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FLASH FICTION “Maysie”
She wore her favourite gown – dressed in her army dress – a murdering machine, they called her… and everyone of the elite adored her”She was just ment for it.” they always said and thought. And so she prepared to haunt and hunt at night once again :”First the trample, then the knife, then the… Continue reading
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POEM “Dark angel”
He fell from the Sky.Some might call him An Angel.All he leftIn the SkyWas a paintingOf crying eyesProphetisingThe new eraOf his existance.An artist henceWas born. Continue reading
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FLASH FICTION “GAJ LUCIĆ”
Where was he from? And was he real enough – did he ever exsist? Why did I know about the name, about him? Where did I found out about the person named Gaj Lucić? A slav. I concluded by the means of my mind, let us allow ourselves to say, power of it – that… Continue reading
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FLASH FICTION “IT…”
I was, wasn’t I? An it… And this morning I woke up – I, myself, me and went to my, mine standard coffee shop and played a game of hide and seek with myself. “Why did I hide myself from myself, anyway?” I didn’t know… did I care? “Yep, I cared, I bloody knew I… Continue reading
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POEM “Mr.Eliot”
Mister,Thomas Stearns Eliot”Is it true that allYour spousesGot madIn the end?” Continue reading
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POEM “Dignity”
Who fucks DignityNowdays”We all said.”And got on our kneesSome of us…And some of us stoodStanding.”And the job was done.” Continue reading
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ESSAY “Tradition”
I base my own opinion of it on my personal experience of looking at photographies of passed away authors, mostly from the literary era of modernism of the twentieth century. No need even to mention them, we all know who I mean, the artists of the twentienth century, mostly form the first half. Looking at… Continue reading
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ESSAY “Reaching the Self”
Have you encountered that one situation, mostly that happens in childhood or early adolescence, when you succumb to something that crushes you, most probably an authority. Like in psychoanalitic sense you reach something stronger than you that is you come in front of that what we call superego and it strips you naked and apart… Continue reading
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FLASH FICTION “Wood”
Something about waking up, makes you think you are in a forrest, with all that wood going around these days. “We mean by it, it is spring, and nature is waking.” So we went out of our bedroom and through the backdoor of our kitchen, and yes – you guessed- to the busse woods.We were… Continue reading
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FLASH FICTION “God”
Let’s not feel ourselves left behind because we suceeded in being who we are. „That’s just jelousy on some peoples sides.” And we were not worried anymore, because they got their goodbye for good. „We did not succumb to listen to them, their supposed commands.” What’s theirs to keep – it’s the salvation they seek,… Continue reading
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