Category: StrING Centenary
Song of the Dragonflies
1. — What a dry summer! sighed the boy looking at the red sky, clear as a glass dome. - Yes, the old man agreed. It's terribly hot. They were standing at the edge of the scorched plain. The damned slops stank like hell. Apart from them, none
Read MoreAguirre, Wrath of the Gods…
The furious lapping of the waters almost drowned out the sounds of the rainforest. And yet Lopes de Guatemuz's startled ears seemed to catch, beyond the long thin leaves of the crown-trees, the call of the female black leopard. The man scratches the back of his neck protected by
Read MoreLaborious procurement of food...
The riders had stopped on the ridge, looking at the long worm of the caravan that dragged heavily through the dust. Then one of the soldiers let out a sharp, piercing cry. Aydin turned his head towards him. "What happened, Mehmet?" - Look to the right, Effendi. Someone is coming. sipahi
Read MoreMoreaugarin's Crusade
Ibhib, the gunner of Longville, roused me from the lair. A week's worth of weather swept through the catacombs of Beauburg. He asked about me left and right. He got into trouble by messing around with some bat-men. He groped them and drank their blood. The wrestler! On
Read MoreThe Twin Towers
People like mystery. They like to get into games they don't understand. In the unfolding of events from which I can gain something or come out with the satisfaction that good triumphs over evil. Strangeness sharpens the senses. The stories of shy heroes who destroy enemies
Read MoreBeyond the Lighthouse at the End of the World
The Autistic Blood Vessel glided unheard through the viscous fog. Alexandru Vromihene was trying to maintain his vertical position on the deck, next to the commander of the mercenary troop. Behind them, they waited motionless, wrapped in black robes that covered their entire bodies. They had fired
Read MoreThe language of water
"Vivek, how's Bart's neural activity going?" asked the fat man who wore glasses and had a thin beard around his mouth, giving the impression of dirt created by oily hands rubbing against shiny skin. He barely finished his question when he alerted her
Read MoreJOSEPH
I look at the rope and the little body falls, horrifying howl, I hold her in my arms, we both lie down, it's raining on us, it's raining. Slowly, very slowly, the rapture grows fainter, the noise goes away, goes away, it's far away now, far away... I'm looking, it appears like a flash... light... light...
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