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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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Fureclerul [Proză scurtă]
În sufrageria decorată, mai nou, cu draperii grena cu vidre înotând, se organizase o adevărată Curte Supremă. La ea luau parte toţi membrii clanului Furabie (mai puţin pisica, exclusă prin hotărâri amiabile comune), acţionând, pe rând, şi ca apăraţi, şi ca martori. Exista şi un judecător suprem, cu o autoritate de necontestat – soră-mea Rheea.... Read More | Share it now!
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Killing Jenny [Proză scurtă]
He had always loved Jennifer –desperately, endlessly, loved her the way he could, loved holding her tight in his arms. So that evening’s Jennifer had come out as something out of his own mind’s conception; he still couldn’t clearly recount her words, her “ain’t-got-time-for-this” lack of reasoning and her hurried, inconvenienced dash through the door. That bell had rang furiously, the bell she had got for him at some point and hung over the doorknob; it was a sound of wreckage. It was –let’s see, it was right after Jennifer had moved, and he –he had bought that Bourbon bottle to celebrate with her. And after she had left, he –what had he done? He was shaking, that he knew; shaking like the devil, somewhat in the same position she had left him, or maybe tripping and falling over himself, or maybe standing still, and the television was on, and he had turned it off, and the fuzzy noises had ceased, and he had finally come to a realization, and –he had smiled.... Read More | Share it now!
Furdetectivii lui peşte inc. [Proză scurtă]
–Brr, ce frig a fost azi la şcoală!
Replica – spusă pe un ton cât se poate de treumurător într-o după-amiază cât se poate de tremurătoare de ianuarie – nu mă determină decât să mişc un singur muşchi facial – şi asta mai mult din datoria de empatie, decât din sinceritate. Pentru mine, care stătusem întreaga zi în bucătărie lângă foc, moţăind cu nasul în laptop, noţiunea de frig nu exista decât drept ceva îndepărtat şi vag, cam la aceeaşi distanţă în timp şi spaţiu cu Era Glaciară. Pentru partenera mea de conversaţie însă – îngheţata de Seny – era evident efectul cauzat de temperaturile joase – dovadă însuşi faptul că încă îşi mai freca mâinile una de alta clănţănind, roşie şi agitată.... Read More | Share it now!
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Dragă carte [Proză scurtă]
Ştii ceva? Eu am pretenţii de la tine. Nu vreau să fii „o carte”. Vreau să fii „cartea”. Cartea cu care, în primul rând, realizez o conexiune mintală. Cartea pe care am descoperit-o eu prin propria judecată. Nu mi-a fost recomandată, nu era într-o listă de „cărţile cele mai populare”, ci mi-a atras atenţia în mod subliminal, fie prin titlu, fie prin copertă, fie prin însăşi existenţa ei. Cartea al cărei fir narativ nu l-am putut prevede, chiar dacă până la ultima pagină mi-am stors creierul. Cartea pe baza căreia pot specula şi duce mai departe şi alte idei, analogii şi ipoteze. Cartea care începe să fie cu adevărat carte abia după ce o termin de citit şi realizez că trebuie să o reanalizez, recitesc, reinterpretez ca să-mi confirm mie că am înţeles-o. Cartea pe care o pot discuta cu propria conştiinţă. Atunci, şi numai atunci, dragă carte, poţi fi cartea mea.... Read More | Share it now!
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The truth about birds [Short story]
He showed me a painting of a bird. Swift movements, smooth angles; the essence of aerodynamics. He told me that flying is the act of perfection. He told me how birds are freedom itself. He regarded them as delicate, perishable beings that disappear if touched. To him, birds were the ideal that you can only earn towards, but never reach.... 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!
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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!
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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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Nemurirea în pseudocod [Proză scurtă]
În după-amiaza aia, Iavi mă găsi pe spate pe canapea, cu privirea vagă în sus şi inhalând cantităţi imense de opiu.
–Santa Lola, iar ai depresie? Cine ce ţi-a mai făcut? Ce-ai mai păţit iar de ai ajuns în halul ăsta? sări el ca ars şi pe bună dreptate; singura dată când mă văzuse fumând fusese în cadrul deprimării de astă-primăvară.
Şi, până să apuc să-i răspund, îmi aruncă pipa cât colo, încă fumegând –şi el, şi ea... 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!
Furzăpada [Proză scurtă]
Scris cu vreo 6-7 ani în urmă. Din seria “Furabie, Creier de Vrabie”. Extra de la Cotitura... Read More | Share it now!
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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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Subjugare [Proză scurtă]
În ziua în care mi-au scos creierul deja mi se înmuiase suficient de mult cutia craniană de la Spălări succesive, aşa că l-au dat jos destul de uşor şi l-au ambalat într-o pungă de plastic şi l-au aruncat la gunoaie organice sau l-au dat de mâncare unor politicieni, nu mai ştiu sigur, şi mi-au pus în locul lui o varză mov printată 3D şi era chiar drăguţ, că majoritatea nimeriseră o tărtăcuţă 3D urâtă şi deformată şi avuseseră probleme cu asimilarea, dar la mine s-a asimilat totul ok, şi a mai fost drăguţ şi că pe mine m-au trecut pe Sistem Cognitiv manual independent şi mi-au făcut setările corecte şi puteam să mă descurc şi singur, dar mulţi erau pe autopilot şi erau defecţi ca naiba din cauza Centralizatorului învechit, şi oricum majoritatea oamenilor primiseră termoizolaţie în loc de creier şi deveniseră un fel de zombie care ingurgitau aliaje diverse şi scoteau înapoi metalele pure, dar despre ei n-am aflat niciodată mare lucru că erau ţinuţi în ţarcuri şi izolaţi de restul masei insulare.... Read More | Share it now!