Fox King by Bogdan Dragos

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the fox didn’t like to

be petted,

didn’t agree to her

touch

it thrust its head back

and bared its

fangs

and constantly licked at them

as if sharpening daggers

in preparation for a

counterattack

“Oh, you’re difficult to love,”

she told the

fox. “But that’s why

I desire you more, King.

With your

crimson eyes

you look

upon me, a lowly human,

and bellow that you

want not

my love

but my respect. Yet I ask of you,

what respect is there

without love?

I wish to fall asleep with

your paw in

my mouth, with your tail

between my legs

and those precious fangs

dung deep into my breast.

I desire you, King, like

any maiden desires

the lover who will make

her a woman.

Oh, give me your love

and I will give you

everything!”

The fox tucked its tail

between the hind

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Better Go Back to Sleep by Bogdan Dragos

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MasticadoresIndia // Editora: Terveen Gill

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the body awakens

once more

without the mind’s

consent

It’s evening

Slept through the whole

day

and another night

of staying alive

stretches ahead

more hours of

wondering

when will it end,

when will it all be over

already

Uh, not the time to get

out of bed yet.

Better sit and think

about the dream

the dream of a black

dog

locked in a big room

full of mannequins

that stare at him

and some

of them point

with their rigid arms

The dog shows his

fangs and

starts tearing them apart

one by one

until not a single

stupid mannequin is left on

its rigid feet

then everything feels

better

the room lightens

up

It’s been the best

goddamn dream in

a long, long while

Dogs deserve their revenge

upon the world

Even if it’s just a dream

You can’t meet in

dreams

characters…

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the queen’s blessing by Bogdan Dragos

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she looked stunning in the fading light of the day her black dress and the boots with ridiculously thick soles and the dark makeup made her look like the queen of the cemetery but her knight didn't feel too welcome into her kingdom "Aren't you excited?" she asked "Oh, I am if you are," he said "Good. Then drink up." He drank and then she drank some more, always more than him and then the bottle was empty She placed it into his hand and pointed at a gravestone. "C'mon, I want to watch you break it against that." By this time he knew better than to disappoint his queen He walked over to the gravestone and crashed the bottle against it The queen smiled and applauded. She was very pleased with him "It's a child's grave," she said. "I can always tell." They sat there in silence and watched…

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Find yourself standing back and questioning your whole existence by Bogdan Dragos

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He liked her story

Her body not

that much, but that mattered

so little

in comparison with

her story

She told him that

it was a teenage pregnancy

that pushed her

into prostitution. Definitely

not an uncommon

case.

She had to quit school

because

her parents would

no longer pay for

tuition. They disowned

her and kicked

her out. She gave birth

in a bathroom stall,

her first intention being

to kill the baby

“But, you know,” she’d said,

“it’s true what

they say about

motherly instinct. You get

it the moment you

hold your child in your

hands. All those people who

get on your nerves

urging you to

have kids

because you’ll love them

after you have them

do make sense now. There

is a grain

of truth there. I

couldn’t do it anymore.

I wanted to chop the thing

to pieces small enough

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Not for the Good, Not for the Wicked, and Not for Those in Between by Bogdan Dragos

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it was 01:30 AM

but he would never

know

The last time he had

a watch

was when he got jumped

in the streets

for it

He didn’t hide it well

enough. Wanted

to pawn it

for liquor money

but all he drank

that night was

his own blood

This night however

he didn’t have

even that

He wasn’t in the

streets anymore

but in the cool basement

of some abandoned

building

scheduled to be demolished

A noise woke him

up

His heart calmed down

only when his eyes

saw that it wasn’t human

He’d rather

be visited by a ghost

but it was just the black

cat that roamed around

the building. She always

found something

to eat in

the dumpsters nearby

and was friendly to

humans, even

accepted pats sometimes

“I wish I could be

like you,” he told her

in a ragged whisper

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If you don’t make friends with rejection it’ll become your stalker

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By Bogdan Dragos

the building was scheduled to be demolished it was already just a pile of rubble standing somewhat together It'll probably be demolished by the same local company that rejected his application for a job When you're homeless not even demolition companies will hire you Or perhaps it was because he kept making advances to the manager who interviewed him Well, he was drunk and thought the manager was quite beautiful in her worker's attire so he got double rejected Eh, wouldn't be for the first time though If you don't make friends with rejection it'll become your stalker "Fuckin' shit!" he said, kicking at the corner of a wall and dislodging a piece of concrete He would've kicked some more but didn't wanna do the job for the damned company that rejected him There was nothing else to do but get down, stand with the back against…

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The Way to Worship the Devil by Bogdan Dragos

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the black metal was

blasting

in the speakers

but the

painted faces on

her wallpapers

no longer grinned

at her

and no longer whispered

too bad,

the drugs wore off

Well, the best part about

living with grandpa

was that she could

simply get out in the

middle of the night

dressed however she wanted

and return in the morning

with whatever she could get

The old man

wasn’t like the

stereotypes she read about

on the internet

He spent all his days

and nights

in his

bedroom,

hunched over a small desk

sitting in a

creaky chair

that meowed every time he

turned a page

in the notebook he

was writing

‘He probably does more

drugs than

I do,’ she thought.

A few days ago

she went into the

bathroom

and found a bunch of

burnt logs and twigs

in the bathtub

Being high

an’ all…

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No One has Seen True Horror until they’ve Seen a Heaven without Animals by Bogdan Dragos

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MasticadoresIndia // Editora: Terveen Gill

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a dog doesn’t know

much about

the world,

as most animals don’t

and they don’t care

about the world

or about their inability

to comprehend it

Animals are perfectly

self-centered,

like human babies

Well I knew this girl

who was an animal rights

activist

and couldn’t make her

peace with

animals not following their

owners to heaven

Animals don’t go to heaven,

is what religion stated

She had visited heaven

a few times

and came back. It’s done through

intense meditation

and with the help of

a few special mushrooms

And every time she had

visited heaven

she saw no

animals there

If heaven doesn’t have

pets

then heaven is not worth

going to,

she concluded

and she meditated some

more and

had more out-of-body

experiences

and experimented with

new shrooms and herbs

It eventually became clear

to her

that animals don’t go

to heaven

because they…

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Un mort inteligent

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MasticadoresRumanía Editora: Manuela Timofte

de Bogdan Dragoș

în viața de apoi,
creaturile care s-au strâns în jurul lui
l-au întrebat: 
– De ce-ai făcut-o? De ce ai sărit în
fața acelui tren?

El ridică din umeri. 
– Viața nu mai merita
trăită
și voiam să mă răzbun.

– Să te răzbuni?

– Da, să mă răzbun.

– Pe cine? 

– Pe tipul care conducea locomotiva, evident.
Adică uitați-vă și voi, soția mea
divorțează de mine, un avocat, ca
să fie cu un dinăsta de conduce trenuri.
Vă vine să credeți?
Trebuia să fac ceva în
legătură cu asta. I-am sărit înaintea
trenului și acuma saracu’ are 
șoc post-traumatic, depresie, e pe cale să-și
piardă slujba, soția mea își reconsideră
intențiile de-a fi cu el. 
Viața lui e nașpa, ce să mai zic? 

– Uau... ești un mort inteligent, nu glumă.

Imagine de Jozef Baka de la Pixabay 

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I Will Never Again Believe What You Say by Bogdan Dragos

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At 1 AM she screamed

for daddy to

come quick, quick

and look under the bed

There were noises

and growls there,

she told him

Daddy turned the light on

sighed

dropped to his knees

and crawled to the edge of

her bed

Lifted the sheets

looked under

and felt the knife plunge

into his nape

His body dropped to

the floor and

struggled a bit before

giving a final breath

She threw the blanket

over him

and climbed off

dropped to her knees

and looked under the bed

with a grin

“It’s all right,” she said, “you

can come out now.”

But there was

no one

and nothing to

come out

that fucker lied

again!

Just like with the hamster

and then the dog

now it was

her father

What or who

will be next?

She lay down

on her belly

and knocked the butt

of…

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