Guitar Torture: Part 2

You can read Part One here 🙂 ————————————————– “Hi, Carla. Could you tell me how to get to the restaurant…No, no…I don’t know, it might have fallen…Ok, I’ll be there in five minutes.” Laura left her hideout and hurried along the street. The clicking of her high heels blended with the traffic noise of San…

Writing 101: Day 7

‘No way, it’s going to rain’, Francesca crossed her arms as she heard the suggestion. ‘Are you blind?! It’s sunny as hell.’ ‘Hell isn’t sunny.’ ‘How could you know that?’, Fridrich paused, obviously waiting for an answer. ‘Oh, I forgot you are a devil and hell is something you’re familiar with.’ ‘Ha-ha-ha’, Francesca faked some…

Writing 101: Day 17

Dear Ministry of Fears, I know you’ve been founded such a long time ago. Immediately after the first ray of human hope lit Adam’s face, right? Recently I had been thinking to write you a letter. Obviously, today is the day for this. First of all, I want to tell you some things about me.…

#prayforbulgaria

A few days ago Northeastern Bulgaria got flooded. Huge masses of water were the main character of all the news on TV. Midnight news were full of videos that showed things looking like seas. Seas where people had built their homes, right in the middle, exactly in the water, as if in a fairy tale.…

Writing 101: Day 9

It was quite a hot, typical June day in one huge park in one rather big city whose name I do not remember. It was Sunday and the usual din of childish laughter and adult conversations had lied lazily on the grass among the lot of checked tablecloths which now served also as sheets and…

Writing 101: Day 5

I went out on a walk in the morning park. While pacing along the alley, I saw an envelope falling out of a postman’s satchel. He did not notice. On approaching the dropped item, I saw it was sent by a hospital. “If the results show that you are healthy, you will receive a letter…

Writing 101: Day 4

Something lost (Part One) I remember, how we desperately used to think of rhymes – either early in the morning…or under the midnight lights I would write you many poems, you would thank me with a smile You took everything I gave you, happiness turned out to be fragile Interestingly, Monday morning caught me with…