Short stories
“Mr., are you not cold?”, said a woman in Polish to Agustin while he stood barefoot in the chilliness of November, outside his hostel. He didn’t understand Polish, but he was too lost in his own thoughts to pay attention… Continue Reading
Tomasz used to spend whole periods at the school library. He and other three students were somewhat surveilled by a free teacher for forty five minutes after going to the break and then back to their lessons. He wasn’t an… Continue Reading
Justice had never been an option for her, but something that simply needed to be done. She hadn’t seen him for a long time, but her claim wasn’t time-barred. There was no statute of limitations for the kind of crime… Continue Reading
He was pure enthusiasm. They’d met by chance, and by chance I mean this drunk god who gives us the things we want the most when we least expect them. She was everything and something else. The rest of his… Continue Reading
Joshua the dreamer Every time she left the only thing he could do was to lie down in bed and pretend to sleep. Sometimes he dozed off, but mainly he just tried to summon her out of the fumes of… Continue Reading
Wszelkie podobieństwo do znanych bohaterów romantycznych jest tylko celowe Akt drugi Stała na moście, patrząc na wode, nieutulona. On widział jak płacze jakby starając się ukryć łzy od siebie, „Dlaczego płaczesz,” zapytał. „Tęsknię za nim,” powiedziała. „Cię opuścił?” zgadywał.… Continue Reading
Wszelkie podobieństwo do rzeczywistości jest tylko przypadkowe Akt pierwszy Pierwszy raz poznali się w jakieś grupie na Fejsie, ona polajkowała jego cytat: „Pesymista to tylko dobrze poinformowany optymista,” a on polajkował jej status: „Życie jest przede wszystkim śmiercią w trakcie.”… Continue Reading
What if everything we knew about how the world works was dispensable? I’m not talking here about escaping reality by presenting an alternative world but about thinking the unthinkable, doing the undoable. This is what characterizes the commonplace heroes of… Continue Reading
His friend had walked away with her the previous night. They were celebrating their victory against the Spartans and had thrown one of their epic parties. The sudden disappearance of a soldier wasn´t amiss in this sort of event; many… Continue Reading
Life in the clouds may seem the same as life below, but it’s different in essence. I have an unimposing 40m2 flat in downtown London. I’m not from here; I came from far away, but it was such a long… Continue Reading