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like ants crawling up to a dead thing by Bogdan Dragos

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the days follow each other like ants towards a dead thing and after enough of them pass by, you finally realize you are that dead thing And that's supposed to be alright. After all, no one is excused from this All we can do is make the journey pleasant However, when the alarm wakes you up at 6:30 in the morning, announcing that there's yet another day in which you'll have to attend your duties of slaving away for others to get rich, when you're slipping into the other half of your life not bringing along any fulfilled dreams despite trying again and again... Another day in which you'll be assaulted by questions like, "Hey, so when are you going to get married?" "Have you even someone to marry?" "Why don't you get another job. Aren't you a bit too old for this one?" "How much do they pay you?"…

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Leatherface by Bogdan Dragos

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no, despite what I wanted

to believe

for the sake of

fantasy merging with

reality

she was not the

infamous killer

Leatherface

She was just an

ordinary girl

holding a

human face with a bit

of hair

It was clearly something

very precious to her

“The only thing I have

left from my

father,” she said, turning

it from one side

to the other

and back. “It used to cover

his face and it never

was something pretty. But

what did I know at the time?

I was just a kid.

He came home drunk as usual,

but this time

he was also beat up

real good.

Some friends roughed him

up after he

sold them a bad tip at the

bets. That’s what I

understood later in life.

I loved that man

like any daughter loves her

father.

I didn’t know he was bad

because…

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there is only love by Bogdan Dragos

She doesn’t want to see people on the weekend only her cat She gets drunk by herself and then rummages through her books and reads the last pages of …

there is only love by Bogdan Dragos
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Soul Cells by Bogdan Dragos

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MasticadoresIndia // Editora: Terveen Gill

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I can see it

clearly

even though the napkin is

folded and crumpled

around the small things

it covers,

I can see on it

a drawing of a dragon

with flowers for horns

it pokes its

forked tongue at me

and winks

also its eyes

have long lashes

“You listening?” she says

shaking the

fist that holds the

napkin

I can no longer see

the dragon drawn

on it

“What?”

I say

She proceeds to open the

napkin and

reveals a few small, white

pills.

“Forget what they taught

you in school. Despite

all they said,

the nerve cells of the brain

can actually be regenerated.

It’s been proven.

An’ you can do it

with these here beauties.

C’mon, take one.”

“What?” I said. “I didn’t

know my nerve cells

are damaged.”

“That’s because your

nerve cells

are damaged,” she said

“Damn…”

“No, seriously. They have…

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Răspunde chemării

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MasticadoresRumanía Editora: Manuela Timofte

de Bogdan Dragoș

Golește cea de-a doua sticlă de vin și pe urmă înjură berea pentru că n-are gustul la fel de bun biroul dreptunghiular dinaintea lui arată rotund acum și din scaunul său cresc roți toți gândacii din apartament urcă pe perete și se ascund sub ceasul atârnat într-un cui și încep să miște acele în sens invers multe lucrusi se-ntâmplă, însă povestea care-i stă înainte nu se scrie singură. Hârtia este tot palidă, pixul tot înghețat și următorul cuvânt nu-și mai face apariția, ce să mai vorbim de următoarea propoziție se lasă pe spate și aude demonul cum strigă la el de pe partea cealaltă a geamului îndemnându-l să se grăbească – Da’ nu așa merge treaba cu scrisul, îi șoptește el înapoi. Doar că nici el nu mai știe cum merge treaba de fapt. Așa că se ridică pur și simplu și pășește către fereastră, o deschide…

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to bring the big dream closer by Bogdan Dragos

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everywhere you go it's the same all the big shots, the people who made it, athletes, entrepreneurs, artists, and so on they all tell you to dream big, to set high goals and then trust the infinite intelligence of the universe while you just do your part of the work he thought he was surely not the only one who tired of it but he applied the methods "When I was young and poor," said one of the big shots on TV, "I used to walk into the most expensive stores in the city and I would try out the most expensive clothes. I would take them into the fitting rooms and put them on and just look at myself in the big mirror, trying to capture that feeling of already having what I desired. Trying to see myself actually owning those fancy things." It was excellent advice He followed…

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Too Good at Dreaming by Bogdan Dragos

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the maggots are never

dirty

even though they

live in

filth

their whiteness

remains

immaculate somehow

They reach out and

emerge

wiggling from the

rotten flesh. Either

searching for

the meaning of

life

or offering an answer

to it

It was hard to decide

watching

them from above

but the younger the

eye, the blinder

to reality

“I like this one,” said

the little girl,

touching and caressing

the back of one

not much slimmer than

her finger. “I think I’ll name

him Bread. I like

bread.”

“Me too,” said the boy. “And

I like… this

one.” He pointed at another

just as big. I’ll name

her… Mother. Because

I miss her.”

“Oh, me too.”

“She told us that a day

will come

when we’ll have to be

the ones

taking care of her.”

“Oh, but when will

that day come?”

“I don’t know. Maybe when

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youth is a disease by Bogdan Dragos

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they told him that the hospital's windows were barred not to prevent them from going out, but to prevent others from getting in He had to believe them. Had to believe everything he was told here and do as he was told and he was so far successful It was a peaceful life but as he kept living it he realized that, in itself, that was the problem There was another patient in the room with him who constantly woke up crying and begging for forgiveness he made the crying sounds of a dog in great pain and when the staff came to calm him and inject him with another dose of drugs he cowered into a corner and began whispering to himself about the days of youth when he hit a dog in the head with the edge of a shovel, just as it was feeding its puppies with…

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Major in Arts? by Bogdan Dragos

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in the evening he comes

out of the steaming

sewer

and takes the time

to place the lid back

He fixes his clothes

and his fingerless gloves

and clears his throat

it’s snowing again

he ambles towards a bus

station

where children and young

students await

“Eh, bad town to be a writer,” he

says to them. “I picked

a bad town, that’s

what I did.

Should’ve gone to

some arid place. Well, maybe

in the next life.

For now

I’m staying here and

I keep writing

about death. When all other

topics fail

you,

death is always there.”

The children

and the students watch

him as he

paces closer

Suddenly he points

at them

and says, “Ey, those of you

who major in arts…”

Then he pointed

at the sewer he crawled out

of, “I’ll welcome

you in my kingdom in

a few years. Be…

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and she’d hold her tongue out and let the pets lick it by Bogdan Dragos

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every time I glanced at her face I was reminded of the character trope of the cute and exaggeratedly naive girl who's not aware of her beauty and is predisposed to having others take advantage of her Of course that was only in my head but she really did have an immense heart She had two big dogs and a bunch of cats, I never knew exactly how many But I knew and saw with my own eyes that she kissed them all on the snout the dogs and the cats too and she'd hold her tongue out and let the pets lick it and that was perfectly okay in her household "You're jealous!" she told me when I cringed and backed away as she tried to kiss me. "Are you one of those crazy possessive types who equates kissing a pet with cheating?" "What? No, no, I just..." "I…

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