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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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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the difference between a writer and a loser by Bogdan Dragos

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"Look," she said, "I no longer want smart men around me. I had enough of that species. They can all drop down and die. The last fucker who was smart was this student who made me fall a bit too in love with him and then put his career over me. Suddenly all the things I did for him mattered no more." "Oh, well," he said, "me, I'm not smart." "Nice try," she said. "but you already told me you're a writer. You write poems an' stuff." "That don't make one smart," he said. "Writers aren't scientists, you know? They're more like thugs, criminals. It's all about having a natural talent with lies, telling stories. I haven't even gone to college." "What?" she said, "Even I went to college." "Well," he said, "I didn't." "Hmm, say, you wouldn't just say that to get in my pants, would you? I feel…

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Testosteron

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MasticadoresRumanía Editora: Manuela Timofte

de Bogdan Dragoș

nu mă lasă să beau și insistă să ascult de ea insistă cu ardoare – Asta-i pentru că lucrezi ture de noapte, zice ea. – D-apăi ce are asta de-a face cu băutul în timpul liber? – Alcoolul scade nivelul de testosteron la bărbați și creste nivelul de estrogen. De ce nu știi asta? Trebuie să ai mai mare grijă de tine. Mi-a pregătit și o dietă cu orez și usturoi. Mă tot sună pe turele de noapte și-mi zice să intru în baie și să fac o sută de sărituri și să fac exerciții de întindere, îmi zice să beau mai multă apă. Îmi cumpără chiar și pungi de nuci și semințe și-mi zice să le mănânc între mese. – Și fară zahăr, îmi zice, nici măcar în cafea. Simplă sau deloc. Mi-a cumpărat până și un aparat din ăla de exerciții pentru încheietura mâinii cu…

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Wear Gloves if you have to by Bogdan Dragos

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funny thing was that they

were still kids

yet they loved each other much like

grown people did

They ran behind the barn

and behind a haystack and he had his

hands wrapped tightly around her

neck and squeezed hard

and moved like he tried to unscrew

something stuck

It left some nasty

red marks

She had her eyes rolled upwards

to the point where only white

was seen. White as the

froth around her lips

He let go

She blinked a few times

and spat. “No, what are you doing? Why

did you let go like that?

Oh my God, you’re so stupid! Just when

it was getting really good.”

“Sorry,” he said. “I was… M-my hands start

hurting.”

“What? Oh, you’re so lame! That’s

so weak!”

“Sorry,” he said

“Shut up and put your hands back. Get

some gloves if you have to.”

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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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Cum să scrii o poezie de dragoste

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MasticadoresRumanía Editora: Manuela Timofte

de Bogdan Dragoș

– N-ai idee cum să scrii o poezie de 
dragoste, îmi zise ea. N-ai putea scrie
una nici ca să-ți salvezi viața...
Sau căsnicia.

– Da’ eu nu-s căsătorit, i-am răspuns.

Aparent a fost 
răspunsul greșit 

A plecat.

Și eu 
m-am întors
la birou

și-am început 
să scriu
ceva care
numa’ poezie de 
dragoste nu era.

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Într-o căsnicie deschisă

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MasticadoresRumanía Editora: Manuela Timofte

de Bogdan Dragoș

parcă mașina în dreptul căii lui de acces, se dădu jos, merse către ușă și bătu. O femeie îi deschise. – Oh, bună, tu trebuie să fi prietena soțului meu. – Aa... ce? – Oh, dar e-n regulă, dragă. Noi suntem așa într-o căsnicie din asta, deschisă. E-n regulă, hai, intră. Încercă atunci să-și amintească vreo altă ipostază în care s-a mai simțit la fel de rușinată și nelalocul ei și nu găsi nimic, renunță, și intră. Femeia închise ușa în urma ei, o încuie, scoase arma și trase. A meritat. Soțul zăcea și el mort în cadă. Împușcat în cap. Iar nevastă-sa i-a folosit telefonul pentru a-i scrie mesaje amantei, chemând-o la ei acasă. Nevasta primi o sentință foarte, foarte scurtă și nimeni n-a contrazis-o în acțiunile sale. A devenit eroina gospodinelor locale, idolul lor, a adevărată inspirație, o celebritate, cineva la care se uitau cu…

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Pentru că oricât de fragilă ar fi luminița, tot se vede în cel mai negru întuneric

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MasticadoresRumanía Editora: Manuela Timofte

de Bogdan Dragoș

și-n această dimineață
i-a sărit în pat
și a mieunat și i s-a aruncat pe față
și i-a lins fruntea.

Acum avea și el un motiv
să se trezească. Ca să hrănească
pisica.

Și avea chiar și un motiv
să facă duș.
Fiindcă pisicii nu-i plăcea să lingă
o față unsuroasă.

Mai avea și un motiv
să-și caute de lucru. Fiindcă mâncarea
de pisici nu-i gratis.

Și mai avea și un motiv
să se întoarcă acasă. Pentru că 
pisica-i ducea dorul.

Avea un motiv pentru a trăi.
Era un motiv micuț pentru a trai,
dar tot era mai mare 
decât toate motivele de a muri.

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Bleed ’em to death by Bogdan Dragos

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"Eh, sorry, sorry," she would
say
but the wound would be already
open

She would close her eyes
squint them
poke her tongue out
and shake her head
"Sorry."

She liked to bite
couldn't help it

"You're gonna kill somebody
one day. Bleed 'em to death or
something."

"Sorry, sorry."

but some people
some girls
are just impossible to stay mad at

Despite her words
there was
no remorse for opening the wound
no remorse for licking it
making it bigger with her tongue
And no remorse for sucking
the blood out of it

She never swallowed
Just swirled it around her mouth,
loving the saltiness
and the taste of metal,
and then let it drip down her chin

She was arguably
one of the
greatest
among the great ones

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