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Zlatko Enev – Writer, Essayist, and Creator of Firecurl
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Not all
that kills me
makes me
weaker

Essays

December 12, 2025

The Dream of the Answering Mirror

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Old Stories, Old Desires I do not remember when I first began to wish that the mirror would answer. The impulse is so old that it is rarely experienced as a conscious desire — more as something inherited, a reflex of the imagination that we all acquire as we grow up and become…

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Confessions

June 13, 2025

A User’s Guide to Failure

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I suppose many of you have heard that now-iconic Beckett quote: Ever tried. Ever failed. No matter. Try Again. Fail again. Fail better. The fact that I’m beginning to reflect on this particular theme is, of course, no coincidence. Failure as theory and failure as reality are two…

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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M. K. posted a comment in The Yellow Eyes of Horror
What bothers me here is how everything feels ...
Georgi P. posted a comment in The Man Who Defied the Maelstrom
I’m not convinced. The text is intelligent, y...
@latent_vector posted a comment in The Man Who Defied the Maelstrom
What strikes me most is not the defiance, but...
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What makes this essay striking is not its sub...
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Books

June 01, 2025

Firecurl in the Ghost Desert – Excerpt

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Chapter one: Deadlock again Rain clouds, dark and puffed-up like turkeys, had been threatening to unleash their wrath on the dreary town all day, but so far had remained all threat and no action, as if to annoy everyone even more. Anne-Firecurl, herself gloomier than even the…