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June 21, 2025

Twenty Years Later, or The Silence of the Lambs — Bulgarian…

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When I met her at the café in the Red House, my friend’s face was tight with tension. She greeted me a bit nervously, then continued discussing with my other close friend the details of hosting the seminar, which, as it turned out, had been relocated from the university to here.…

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June 06, 2025

An Emigrant’s Story

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Hello friends, I’m starting something here that feels a bit questionable – but then again, why not? During the night I was haunted by a flurry of vague dreams where old and new memories blurred together. So by morning, the only clear thing was that I wanted to write – and not…

Short Stories

June 02, 2025

The Tears

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„Shall I leave you alone?“ his mother asked from behind, and coughed – sharp, cutting. He didn’t answer, pulled one of the stools toward him and sank heavily onto it. The coffin swayed threateningly, and he propped it with his knee, glancing in alarm at the dead man, who had…

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June 01, 2025

Firecurl in the Ghost Park – Excerpt

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What awful luck! Just moments ago, the weather had been glorious, but now, as if from nowhere, thick, dark clouds had gathered, swiftly blotting out the sky with an ominous speed. The wind grew stronger and stronger. The trees and bushes in the garden bent and groaned under its…