Jestem pisarzem, więc czasami się zastanawiam jak mówi się to samo w różnych językach Czy na przykład „trzęsienie ziemi” po japońsku to: Po co mi ta chata? A po hiszpańsku: Daj, wal mi to. A po polsku: Wali mi to.… Continue Reading →
The desert stretches ahead like a vast, indifferent sea. Day after day you ride, pushing through heat and wind that scrape at your skin like invisible claws. Continue Reading →
A young woman stood in front of a mirror framed in brass and took a deep breath.“You can do this. You’re the best. You’ve waited for this your whole life,” she tried to convince herself. Today was the day she… Continue Reading →
It was a sunny morning. Amanda was getting ready for work, just like she did every day. She put on her long black dress and trainers, grabbed her favourite cappuccino, and threw a book into her bag. Continue Reading →
ils ont cessé d’être uniquement eux-mêmes contre les autres, pour devenir des gens ensemble, ne serait-ce que par accident. Continue Reading →
The desert night is long and heavy with unease. The magus remains silent, his gaze steady across the fire Continue Reading →
The first light of dawn barely touches the dunes when you and your guide slip away from the mercenary camp Continue Reading →
Ella always started her day by making the coffee. Continue Reading →
Your heart pounds like a war drum, but your feet hold firm.
—I’m not leaving,— you say.
Robert blinks, stunned. —What? Continue Reading →
You don’t want to say it aloud, but the truth is already ringing in your chest: Robert is right.The circle is tightening. You glance once more toward the oncoming riders—no flags, no shouts, only the deadly silence of professionals. You… Continue Reading →