have you gone completely mad? by Bogdan Dragos

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of course, it's not easy If it were easy everybody would've done it But this... this required courage above all. It required guts. It required an overdose of nonconforming And today was the day that proved he was just the right man for it Often the right man is the insane man, the soul who dares to be the revolutionary who goes against the system Dammit, everything was in place. The cards were dealt and all bets placed. The muse was caged and ready to be milked "Here I go," he said, ignoring the knocks and the shouts coming from beyond the sturdy door of his office The nonbelievers were trying to reach out to him fools without vision like his mother and his wife and mother-in-law and the children Oh, they demanded to know for what reason did he suddenly decide to quit his high-paying job at the law…

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quitting motivation by Bogdan Dragos

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He placed the camera on the tripod and the tripod on his desk and stood about four minutes in silence just staring at it after pressing record unblinking "It happened the other night," he finally said. "After about four or three hours of random executions with no context and deadly accidents and maiming and animal cruelty and animal attacks on humans and basic degeneracy, I stumbled upon her video. I swear to God and back, she was the prettiest girl I ever saw. With a face so clean and so symmetrical you'd think it was computer generated. Oh, but she was real, alright. She was so real. And what she did was real. She motivated me. You know how sometimes you don't feel like getting out of bed or doing anything really and then someone shows you some guy without hands or legs or both who does that thing? It's…

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please, please, please by Bogdan Dragos

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she'd never seen a room so barren before Only white walls, a brown door and large windows with white frames Yet someone was living in it Someone who wanted it to be this way Her younger brother sat, as always, in the wheelchair by the window “Uh, forgive me if I'm being a nag,” she said, “but I gotta ask again. Are you absolutely sure you don't want anything in this room? Not even... I don't know, a bed maybe?” He wouldn't face her. Only the large white framed window “I don't sleep in a bed,” he replied. Why do you even ask?” “Ah, s-sorry. I just... I wanted you to feel like home in here, you know?” “Oh, dear sister, but I do feel like home. After all, isn't this what home felt like all along as we grew up?” She lowered her gaze to the gray floor as…

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thrill of the wrong place by Bogdan Dragos

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she sat him down at what she judged to be the most isolated table in the restaurant and then seated herself across from him took off her shoes and did what she always did when they shared the same table placed her feet into his lap and began to work around the belt and the zipper She was getting quite good at it. Unnaturally skilled. Her toes having the dexterity of fingers “When will you get tired of this?” he whispered She smirked at him and said, “To get tired before the climax is a sin.” It was true. In her world. But her world was a most weird one If not in the restaurant, she'd only want to get intimate in the back seat of some bus. If not that then in the bathroom of some gas station. If not that then in some changing room of a clothing…

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Jar of Bugs by Bogdan Dragos

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A man's hand holding out a cup of coffee in the foreground with a view of a city in the distant background
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he rides a rusty bike

in the cold

night

sliding like a

fish

from alley to alley

He’s going up

the hill again

All he’s got on him

besides

his clothes

and the bike

is a thermos filled with

coffee he got from

the vending machine

at the mall

coffee bought with

money earned

from a day’s work of

standing by the traffic lights

at the intersection,

waiting for them to turn

red

and offering to wash

someone’s windshield

Once on top of the

hill

he leaves the bike at

the base

of the water tower

and climbs the cold

iron ladder

There’s no one to stop him

at this time

He sits down

cross-legged

opens the thermos and pours

the coffee into

the cup part

and sips

Ahead of him

the city sleeps

Only a lone light shines

here and there

in some window

If…

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No Cash, Only Letters by Bogdan Dragos

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A woman in a ski mask looking sideways and holding a crowbar in a dark alley
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“Got me a little crowbar

and one of

them ol’ school

ski masks,” she said. “And just

before it was

about to go

down, my

pathetic-ass boyfriend

punked out of it.

I lost all my respect for

the guy on that

evening.

I still love him, yeah. But I

no longer respect

him.

It really is a big, big, huge

difference there, you

see?

Such display of weakness

is unforgivable.

So I refused to go down

with it. I refused to

punk out like he did, and followed

along with the plan

by myself.

I went ahead, put on the ski mask

and grabbed the

trusty crowbar and cornered

the mailman in

the dark alley. See, where I’m

from, the mailman

doesn’t bring only the mail,

he’s also delivering

the pension to old

people. That’s how

it goes. So I figured he’s

gotta have quite the

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being into bad girls by Bogdan Dragos

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Removing the bloody towel from the top of his head, he looked at the redness gathered amidst the white fluffiness and said, “It started with my mom.” and she completed with, “Obviously,” and added a swift rolling of the eyes “Yeah,” he went on. “She wasn't like other moms. And you know, those were really though times I grew up in. I don't know what other women would've done in her place, but she stole cash from her employer almost daily. Thus she made that hard life so much easier for both of us.” “Aha,” she said. “So basically that's why now as a grownup you're into bad girls, right?” “Basically,” he said, shrugging “Well,” she said, “you might end up disappointed. I don't think I can be as bad as your mom was.” “You fuckin' cracked my head open with a bottle after I approached you in the bar,”…

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Un boxer ghinionist

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MasticadoresRumanía Editora: Manuela Timofte

de Bogdan Dragoș

era boxer a apucat îndeletnicirea cam pe la opt ani și n-a mai lăsat-o din mâini. Din nefericire însă, a fi un bun boxer nu-ți garantează și o slujbă bună în societatea de azi. Tot ce-a reușit a fost să se angajeze ca agent de pază într-un un club de noapte local. IQ-ul său nu prea i-a venit în ajutor. Bătu un număr destul de mare de agitatori pe acolo și asta i-a câștigat o reputație a devenit o vedetă locală femeile-l doreau și l-au avut și viața a fost bună până când oponentul invincibil a pășit în ring. Ei bine, sunt mulți oponenți invincibili în viața unui bărbat, însă al lui a fost cancerul la prostată. Toate femeile care voiau să facă poze cu el și îi cereau autograful pe sâni și voiau să-l ia cu ele acasă nu mai însemnau nimic acum. Una dintre ele…

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Daunele sezonului ploios

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MasticadoresRumanía Editora: Manuela Timofte

de Bogdan Dragoș

a fost un sezon ploios destul de nemilos și ploaia-l punea mereu pe tată în dispoziția de a bea A băut mai mult în sezonul ăsta decât oricând iar dinții lipsă ai mamei și umărul său rupt au fost dovada perfectă În mod surprinzător vechea poveste cu căzutul pe scări a ținut în fața medicilor Ei bine, în tocmai cum el își nenoroci nevasta și sezonul ăsta ploios a nenorocit acoperișul casei Goli ce a mai rămas din sticla de votcă și luă scara și câteva unelte după care ieși din casă Fiul său îi ținu scara Întotdeauna înjura temeinic când lucra la ceva. Acum își înjură nevasta în timp ce lucra la acoperiș și mai zise și ceva despre fiul său, cum că n-ar fi al lui. și așa, al doilea cel mai bun lucru despre căderea lui a fost faptul că fiul nici măcar n-a…

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Bad Blood by Bogdan Dragos

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Nine PM caught them sitting on

the broken bench by

the river banks

She removes her jacket and

stretches her

hands. “See?” she says, “I told you I’m

bad blood.”

He stares at her,

mute and dumb and

utterly incapable to find himself

in her dark eyes “Huh?”

“The mosquitoes,” she says. “They

don’t want to

suck my blood. See? Not one of

‘em lands on me.” Lightly, she hammers a

fist against her chest. “This blood

is poisoned, I tell you. I’ve been

drinking since

my age was in the single digits. Helped

myself to mother’s stash

countless times. Now you can’t tell

my chest apart from a boy’s and, if I

remember right, I was about sixteen

by the time I had

my first period. Pretty sure I

can’t have children either. Though

I never really tested this.”

He hesitates. “But… your face is like

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