
Impresii de la: A cincea ediţie a Atelierului de confecţionat poveşti fantastice
Sâmbătă am participat la un mic workshop de scriere creativă, intitulat Atelierul de confecţionat poveşti fantastice: Dai cu zaru’, vine haru’! ... Read More | Share it now!
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Haremul [Proză scurtă]
Într-o zi însorită, Eroul se ridică vesel din scaunul său de paşă şi hotărî să-şi viziteze haremul. Acesta era păzit de un crocodilozaur mutant care suferea de gripă, aşa că-şi pusese un fes pe cap. Din păcate, o parte din câmpul său vizual era blocat. Prin urmare, nu-şi recunoscu stăpânul şi se repezi cu cele opt gheare de 37,5 cm drept spre el.
—Stai, fiinţă tridimensională cu creier de cinci grame! strigă Eroul la random, ascunzându-se după o tufă.
Dar crocodilozaurul continuă să-l atace! Şi să-l atace! Şi să-l atace! Bietul Erou era într-o situaţie disperată. Deodată însă…... Read More | Share it now!
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Povestea dinozăurelului doctorand [Proză scurtă]
A fost odată ca niciodată un dinozaur a cărui mamă îl certa că petrece prea mult timp în faţa televizorului şi prea puţin timp afară, în parc. Supărată că fiul e nu avea nicio motivaţie să respire aer curat, mama hotărî să îl trimită într-o aventură magică de găsit un Doctorat Autentic™ neplagiat.... Read More | Share it now!
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Dispariţia lunii a 13-a [Bandă desenată]
Acum ceva timp, am făcut un comic pentru Glorioasa Fanzină.
Tema era “Luna a 13-a”.
M-am distrat teribil desenând dinozăurei. :D
Edit: A apărut şi o variantă online a revistei. Pe lângă comicul de aici, am mai ajutat şi la scenariul comicului “Legenda lunii a 13-a”, desenat de talentatul Octavian.... Read More | Share it now!
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Zero [Proză scurtă]
My first mistake was thinking you were the absence of value. You proved to me you were the value of absence. I was expecting nothingness. Instead, I found existence.... Read More | Share it now!
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Cronicile cratiţei [Proză scurtă]
În casa doamnei M., toată lumea munceşte.
Limitată de polonicul ursuz cu accent de mafiot şi de tigaia absurdă cu rol de mătuşă colectivă, existenţa mea a fost de-a dreptul trivială. Provin dintr-o familie cu un simţ al conductibilităţii termice deosebit de dezvoltat, aşa că, la venirea mea, am fost privită cu o mare neîncredere. Probabil că toţi se aşteptau să am un aer de domnişoară cu pretenţii, la fel ca priza de pe peretele dinspre vest, care se plângea că o dor circuitele de aproximativ opt ori pe zi; eu însă le-am dovedit contrariul. Deşi aveam un stil de lucru original, diferit de al tuturor celorlalte cratiţe şi nu întotdeauna benefic, cumva, la sfârşitul supei, toate îmi fierbeau bine.
Dar binele nu poate dura pentru totdeauna şi, cu timpul, apar probleme pur existenţiale. Cea mai mare dilemă a mea s-a materializat în prezenţa domnişoarei M.P.... Read More | Share it now!
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Fighting for freedom [Short story]
Five years had passed since the Permanent Network Surveillance Law had been voted for; five years in which gradually, about 60% of the users of the internet had abandoned it. First it had come off as a protest – a protest against great corporations trying to amplify their control over mankind. A protest beyond that of simply marching on the street, holding signs asking for justice; a protest of boycotting, of crashing sites of said grand corporations and of refusing their services entirely. But ultimately a protest.... Read More | Share it now!
![Reaching out to you [Short story]](https://www.maribranze.ro/maribranze/wp-content/uploads/2015/03/Boo_by_confused_kitsune-150x150.jpg)
Reaching out to you [Short story]
The day I first approached you was an ordinary day in a long row of ordinary days; but then it was this particular encounter that decided in my head that I was a privileged being; for, as a cat, I could connect with people with much more ease than they could do it among themselves.
At least a month had passed since, upon going to bed as a 30 something year-old man, I suddenly and perplexingly woke up as a member of Felis domesticus. That is to say, I woke up in the body of a cat, while still retaining a human consciousness and ability to discern facts. It had taken me quite some time till I had finally coped with seeing the world in greenish blue tints, hearing every little sound wave as is amplified and, most disturbingly, smelling every ounce of odor of organic and non-organic entities. But even so, beyond my enhanced senses, what truly bothered me were my cat instincts; I had to obey them whether willing or not; yet I couldn’t help but rationalize my behavior and feel ashamed of it from a human perspective.... Read More | Share it now!
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Nothing and nothingness [Short story]
They had been promised everything.
They had been promised wealth and freedom and love and warmth and nurture and success and eternal youth and eternal glory and a magic gold fish that could fulfill any wishes and absolutely anything else that their mind in its deepest, most unbalanced state could come up with.
They had been promised everything and anything and so, they had been promised nothing.
Yet they held onto that promise with their every breath, every step, every ounce of their strength.
They held onto it and carried on.
Digging. Day and night. Old and young. Men and women. They had all been brought on this planet to dig and to hope.
But there was nothing to hope for.... Read More | Share it now!
![The last safe place [Short story]](https://www.maribranze.ro/maribranze/wp-content/uploads/2015/02/magpie-481960_1280-150x150.jpg)
The last safe place [Short story]
It was the last safe place on Earth for him.
A brain, an intelligent brain, enclosed in a tiny skull. His head. His head was the safety zone. He kept telling himself that. His brain would never ever betray him. It was his and his alone.
It was his last home, his last sanctuary.... Read More | Share it now!
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Imminent humans [Short story]
“They’re here! They’re here! The humans are here!”... Read More | Share it now!
![Essay for Shakespeare's Day [Short story]](https://www.maribranze.ro/maribranze/wp-content/uploads/2015/09/william-shakespeare-md-150x150.png)
Essay for Shakespeare’s Day [Short story]
This was an essay I wrote for the Shakespeare’s Day essay contest, which was held for the first time in our town (which has nothing to do with Shakespeare or any British literature whatsoever), spring 2011. I managed to get…
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Povestea Ro-ro-m-mbului [Proză scurtă]
Era odată un Romb bâlbâit, care fusese toată viaţa marcat de defectul său. Într-o încercare de a ajunge în rând cu figurile geometrice cu dicţie, a început să facă exerciţii în faţa oglinzii.
—De Moş Nicolae o să primesc o ene-ne-luşă — încercă el.
Însă din fundal, se auzi vocea unui Trapez Trufaş:
—Eşti o varză!... Read More | Share it now!
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Rupaparupa [Proză scurtă]
Marcus nuca de cocos stătea cocoţat într-un cocotier oarecare pe insula Rupaparupa, nefiind conştient că el însuşi există, că universul există sau că un lemurian plictisit tocmai îl desprindea de pe cracă şi îl arunca departe, cât colo, drept într-o buruiană magică, plictisită la rândul ei. Abia când coaja i se sparse, din el curse tot laptele şi se produse o reacţie chimică (din fericire neinclusă în manualele de liceu de chimie organică), Marcus Crăpatus căpătă o identitate, un pseudocreier şi o dorinţă megalomaniacă de a domina Rupaparupa.... Read More | Share it now!
![The land of radioactive walruses [Short story]](https://www.maribranze.ro/maribranze/wp-content/uploads/2013/08/walrus-with-fish-hi-150x150.png)
The land of radioactive walruses [Short story]
Once upon a time, in a mythical land which belonged to Kla-Kla, the God of Absentmindedness, there was a huge army made up entirely of radioactive walruses.... Read More | Share it now!