Posts in Fiction

"Where did you want to end up?" the technician asked. "Well, to work," replied Stephan. "So early to work?" she asked suspiciously. For some reason, Stephan felt ashamed, as if going to work early was something wrong. In reality, there was nothing unusual about Stephan going to work early. It was just a habit of his. He entered early and left early. Besides, it was more enjoyable for him to work in the morning.

– "I'm afraid that if I turn out to be infertile, he will leave me." I don't even know why it didn't occur to me at that moment that Eliz wouldn't be alone if she broke up with Peter. First of all, she is divinely beautiful. For some, of course, beauty is not necessarily an argument that suggests everything will be fine in one’s personal life. Countless beautiful women roam the world in proud solitude. But Eliz is not just beautiful.

I gave you sunrises, now you give me sunsets. I don't see them. I always miss them. But sometimes I sneak a glance at the sky and sink into this veil of violet on yellow with bright pink flashes and blue cats chasing blue butterflies.

Greg came over, bringing a bouquet of leaves. Among them were many flowers—some blue, some tinged with pink, and a few snow-white ones.

He was called the Conductor. In reality, of course, the Conductor had a perfectly human name, and everyone remembered it, but he was called the Conductor, and nothing else. The thing was that the Conductor, though he was a very talented composer, performer, pianist, and much more...

Once upon a time, there lived in the world a Cat named Kitty the Cat, nicknamed Short Tail. In reality, her tail was not only of quite normal, average length but also extraordinarily fluffy and additionally of amazing color. 

Closing my eyes. Flashes of light. Multicolored lights of New Year's garlands? Shards of bright flashes make me turn around. I turn my head and see your dear eyes. You watched me sleep. You guarded my sleep, you didn't want to wake me, just wanted to see me bury my nose in the blanket. Listen to my steady warm breath…

Once upon a time, there was a man, a very interesting person. His name was Artist. He had everything he could wish for - an incredible job, a loving family, and a stable life. This noble man was pretty much like the others around him - all of them had been living their lives for a very noble purpose - for Respect. Respect meant a lot to all the men in the place where our hero was coming from.

Once Mr. Stanton decided it was time to embark on his writing journey. Having lived a long life and immersed himself in many literary treasures, he felt the urge to create something of his own.

I remember you. You were a translucent jellyfish, shimmering with air bubbles within your watery body. You soared as the black silhouette of a pelican over the waves of the Atlantic… you fluttered as an iridescent butterfly above my head.