but that handle was made for his hand hand – handle handle – hand the fingers would close around it to never let go It had to have flesh around it at all times But the blade… the blade was still naked. He couldn’t let the blade naked It wasn’t fair “So that’s why you […]
pink paint
Pink pink would be the right choice because the doctor said it will be a girl He would paint the room pink and await her coming into the world What a blessing How fortunate he felt His back and sides were tingling with happiness He came out of the store and a homeless woman came his way and he was quick to say “Sorry, no spare change right now. I spent all I had on paint.” “That’s all right,” said the woman. “I don’t want your money. Actually, I was hoping you could give me some of your paint.” “My paint?” “Yeah.” She held a tin can to him “Um, all right,” he said and opened the can of paint and poured some into the woman’s can. “But what do you need paint for?” She watched him Put the tin can to her lips and drank the paint “Plan Z,” she said He wanted to say something in protest but couldn’t even gasp when he noticed her swollen belly He walked away and got into the car and drove home and just wasn’t as eager to paint that room anymore
thick glass
three weeks and the shards were still there still scattered on the tiles of the kitchen floor that was a thick glass meant for classy strong drinks like whiskey Yeah, now that he thought about it it was whiskey she ordered. But he filled the glass with milk and said, “You know what the doctor said, mother. No more alcohol for you. Here, try this instead.” And he would strongly prefer not to remember what followed after The shards were still on the kitchen floor and the gash still on the side of his neck. Stitched now but painful nonetheless
the veins By Bogdan Dragos
As promised, Bogdan opens fire with a short storie -j re crivello (Editor) Something wasn’t quite right in this small, barren room. The man sitting across the square table, dressed in a white coat, seemed a little to calm for someone in reaching distance. ‘I could just reach for that bald head and snap the […]
a very happy neighborhood
At 22:00 she would come out looking for him Would call out his name and eventually find him by the sandbox or the slide and would dust him off a bit and take him home and feed him As she’d put him to bed she’d kiss his face, sometimes his mouth and he’d ask, “Why did you do that?” and she’d reply, “I don’t know. But did you like it?” And he’d either nod or say yes, knowing that it’ll make her smile and then she’d cuddle with him until he’d fall asleep and whisper in his ear that she always wanted to have a little boy just like him and that he was making her unbelievably happy just by existing in the same room with her She was the best neighbor he could have dreamed of She gave him all the attention his mother gave to her bottles and her guy friends and everyone was very happy
Mr. Tap-Tap by Bogdan Dragos
When you see someone for long enough you get used to them and then you start noticing patterns in their behavior he was their teacher in creative writing weird guy in his late thirties going bald bespectacled pedo mustache scrawny body always wearing dark suits, a bit oversized He sat at his desk and watched the students and the students watched him Why does he always do that? they eventually asked. Why does he always tap his foot when talking to some girl but never when he talks to boys? He would appoint a female student to present her homework or some project or something and stand her up and while she spoke he would stare at her and tap his foot and the tapping would begin light and would grow in intensity strange guy tap-tap-tap ta-rap-tap-tap went his foot as the girls talked "I heard he's divorced," said one…
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Girls with glasses are cute by Bogdan Dragos
Girls with glasses are cute but that's only what I think and she doesn't agree so she's wearing contact lens and she's losing them more often than not and the house becomes a minefield and we have the thread lightly it's just a small apartment it shouldn't be that hard to find them or the one that got lost when only one got lost she would use the other and cover her other eye and look around and point things and tell me to turn them over so she could take a better look and I would sometimes say "I told you" but I no longer do it I look under the cover and the pillows and the sheets and the carpet in shoes, under them pockets, corners, folds sink, toilet, tub one day she covers her free eye and uses the other one to look at her phone "Really…
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superstitious woman
In the morning she jerked him off and had him cum in the cups of her bra and then he watched as she put it on and went about the rest of her day like that She worked as an elementary school teacher believed in the horoscope and witchcraft and aliens and demons and told the students in her class that her dead husband reincarnated into her dog and every morning she took his seed to hold in her bosom for good luck It definitely worked because she got a raise in the next few weeks
facing the dark corner
the old lady didn’t mind being called crazy or being laughed at for spending her days alone in her small cottage facing the dark corner of the room and talking to her dead daughter encouraging her to eat up and grow up and complimenting her on the good looks she’d gained “Oh, I bet the boys are all dropping dead in your wake, hehe. Look at those legs. So slim and long and deadly. You’re a beauty among beauties, my dear. Here, have another one. Eat up to grow up. You’re gonna have hundreds of strong, beautiful children, hehe.” The neighbors and the world could keep calling her crazy, she knew she was just very happy She grabbed another grasshopper from a jar and ripped its hind legs and placed it on the spider’s web “Here’s another one, dear. Eat up and grow up, hehe.”
a turtle born on the wrong side of its shell by Bogdan Dragos
He had a big belly but he wasn’t a fat man he wished he was a fat man his daughter was four and she told him that he looked like a turtle born on the wrong side of its shell and mother laughed. He didn’t. Surely he would have if the swelling […]
a turtle born on the wrong side of its shell by Bogdan Dragos
Daydreaming as a profession 