Posts in Fiction

And when the warm orange air spilled sand onto the shore of the Atlantic, I felt the urge to run barefoot through the cool ocean foam, to leap from unexpected waves and squint at the sunset rays. I kicked off my sandals and flew to the water's edge, stepping on rare shells and gray algae that found refuge from the elements on our shore.

I will wear a dress of mountains. With fluffy, tender blue peaks, I will adorn my head—wrapping it like a silk scarf. My eyes will be painted with the lilac hue of sunset clouds. The fabric of the dress will shimmer with the scarlet and blue of evening reflections, and I'll sprinkle gold sparkles on the hem.

Silence in the courtroom! – the judge struck the gavel on the round walnut stand and looked around at the attendees.

I love the sound of clicking heels. Sharp, resonant. Click. Click. Click… In the quiet hall with its high ceiling, the sharp sound of my steps reflects off the shiny surfaces and echoes up above. I try not to think about how irresistible I am.

Once upon a time, there was a King. He ruled as best he could, loved as much as he was able, and lived as life allowed. Not everything went smoothly for the King, because, after all, he was only human. And nothing human was foreign to him.

When your Tigra gets so dirty that the stripes start blending with everything else, that's the first sign that it needs a wash. The first thing to remember when starting to wash your Tigra is: the tail should be the last thing you wet.

Sharp drops pierced the asphalt, but immediately bounced off in different directions, falling in splashes into the puddles.

"Come on, Fildehn, you old blockhead, work, you bastard, come on now! You lanky twenty-year-old! Slave away, you scoundrel! Slave or I’ll toss you onto the junk heap!" With those tender words, Clive made one last effort not to completely lose his temper.

Darkness. Silence. Only the sound of rock 'n' rolls flitting past the window, blinking with sharps. It’s already dark, and that’s why they stick to the glass – they’re drawn to the sound. Tonight, my whole house is filled with sound. Not just any sound, but rock 'n' roll sound.

Upwards… Then a violin, and again upwards, higher, higher, downwards, quieter, fading; the violin… Argues with the harpsichord, and then together they simply soar. And there… Up above, in the waltz of the sun and leaves…