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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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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Hot Car by Bogdan Dragos

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“The safest way to kill

a small child,” she told him,

“is,

of course,

to leave it in a hot car.”

He scratched his

head. Thought

about it

“Since you didn’t murder it

directly,” she went on,

“and only due

to pure ignorance,

your punishment is going to

be almost

nothing.”

“But, wouldn’t it be

a better idea

to push the kid from a high

place and claim

that he fell?”

“Dumbass, you live on the

ground floor. If you go searching

for any high places

they’ll know

the reason behind it, don’t

you think?”

“Oh… yeah, you’re right.

I’m not very good

with thinking.

That’s why I’ve asked for your

help.”

She gave a soft chuckle

as her hands

turned from floating ash

to dark obsidian

that caressed his face

and put a claw inside his ear

She was half moth

half snake, the muse

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Nu suntem nici noi departe de el. Săracul…

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MasticadoresRumanía Editora: Manuela Timofte

de Bogdan Dragoș

sufletul trebuie să știe ceva
ce mintea nu
poate să cuprindă.

Asta ziceau cu toții când
îl priveau 
de departe 

El dormea sub pod
noaptea

Și-n timpul zilei
săracul stătea pe marginea 
râului
și arunca pietre-n apă
toată ziulica
cu obsesie

Și când nu mai vedea pietre
în jur
începea să plângă.

Puține lucruri sună mai deranjant
în ureche 
decât plânsul unui adult.

– Omu’ ăsta a avut o familie
acu’ câțiva ani, zicea lumea.
A avut o soție și copii. Și o slujbă în
mina aia de colo. 
Și-ntr-o zi un bolovan îi căzu-n cap
și odată cu mințile 
i-a luat tot din viață. Săracul... 

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whatsoever things ye ask for when ye pray by Bogdan Dragos

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she came out of her house after the heavy rain stopped and walked up to the bridge and leaned forward over the flat rail and watched the turbid river flowing by, disappearing with infinite length below her feet The rail was wet and she wiped it with a few tissues and then got her notebook out Using a simple pencil she began drawing the river There wasn't much to it, just a couple of lines but she gave them a nice form And when she was done with the drawing she began writing Wrote a poem into the drawn river Eternal sensation of falling I hear an inhuman voice calling Feel my awareness crawling underneath. Is it angel for real or just a myth? I shall jump toward it I shall jump toward it I'm ready this world to quit She ripped the paper and crumpled it and unfolded it…

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It’s just a prank, bro! by Bogdan Dragos

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he opened the shitty door of his shitty apartment and got in looking like shit The jacket was torn at the sleeves and the shirt underneath was torn at the chest Wet mud adorned his knees and ankles and his cheap shoes were about to fall off There was blood stuck into his thick beard and mustache and a bit around the knuckles "Happy new year!" he said as he closed the door behind him and paced from hallway to bathroom Yes, another New Year's Eve spent alone He was 46 But the punks he beat in the streets couldn't have been older than 16 The fuckers were doing what today's kids called 'pranks' and threw firecrackers at him "It's just a prank, bro!" they cried over and over again as he charged them and started swinging wildly At some point the punks had to fight back or die but…

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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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It helps release stress hormones by Bogdan Dragos

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different creatures will have different ways to cope with grief and stress There was a movie once in which a group of explorers got captured and imprisoned by a tribe of cannibals who were taking them out of the cage, killing and eating them one by one. And there's this scene where one of the prisoners pulls his dick out and starts rubbing it vigorously as the others watch with unspeakable indignation The explanation was simple. It helps release stress hormones Well, if it worked in a situation like that, he thought, then surely it will work as he does it in his room He's not surrounded by cannibals about to kill and eat him No, on the other side of the door is just a crying mother holding an eviction note in her trembling hands, reading it aloud to him through sobs, begging him to understand that it is…

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eavesdropping for inspiration by Bogdan Dragos

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they say that eavesdropping on private conversations is quite the great idea for writers looking for inspiration Well, I think I was still a writer back then The year was 2013 and I was in college and also working my first job as a waiter at a fancy restaurant The problem with running a fancy restaurant in a not-at-all-fancy town is that you're gonna lack customers On that evening there was but a single table with one couple and I couldn't stand the guy I couldn't even call it eavesdropping because you could hear the dialogue even if you covered your ears Also I couldn't call it a dialogue because only the guy was talking And my god, was he talking and talking and talking and jumping from topic to topic like a loud, splashing skipping stone Who the hell could listen to his rambling and be like, 'okay, I've…

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Whatsoever things ye ask for when ye pray by Bogdan Dragos

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she came out of her

house after

the heavy rain stopped

and walked up to

the bridge

and leaned forward

over the rail

and watched the

turbid river flowing by,

disappearing with

infinite length below her

feet

The rail was

wet and

she wiped it with

a few tissues

and then got her notebook

out

Using a simple pencil

she began drawing

the river

There wasn’t much to it,

just a couple of lines

but she gave them a nice

form

And when she was

done with the

drawing

she began writing

Wrote a poem into

the drawn river

Eternal sensation of

falling

I hear an inhuman voice

calling

Feel my awareness

crawling

underneath. Is it angel

for real or just a myth?

I shall jump toward it

I shall jump toward it

I’m ready this

world to quit

She ripped the paper

and crumpled it

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