The 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

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JOSEPH

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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The Path of Temptation

The subway was full of headset-wearing corporate people staring blankly, trying to ignore each other. After two stations a seat becomes available, which Ruxandra takes immediately, fitting her bag between her legs. Robert kept his iPod in his right pocket

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trembling

Onesa laughed heartily, while uncle Sile told, laughing himself, how he had proposed to a gypsy woman to guess his fortune, and she had set off a flood of swearing, and to stop it, the armed intervention of the bulibasha had been needed

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Poetry

PRIMORDIALĂ Curge dintr-un ochi gigantic,lacrima de început,Universul fantomatic zacestins în transparență,cade forma globularăprintr-un spațiu conceputde gândirea infernalăa pătrunderii în esență. DESCONCRETIZARE Eram dincolo de închipuire. Formele noisub iluminareaaceluiași spectru,ne adunau unul în celălalt. Lăsasem în urmăadevărul de până atunci;concretul nu mai zăbovea cu

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Anomaly

I haven't hurt anyone before. And I don't even know if I can. I will find out. It all started with a child. Who is having children today? Money for consultations, ultrasounds, money for doctors, nurses, money for nutritional supplements with names

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Me, the one in the mirror

A man who has lived his whole life in decay and ignorance, always carried like a leaf in the wind, will cling to any illusion, will make all kinds of unrealistic scenarios that he will get out of the miserable situation in which he finds himself.

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The Midnight Lord

A rustling had awakened me from a deranged dream in which three cannibals had spared my life, asking me instead to hum a ballad I used to sing to them when I was younger. My eyes stung from so much darkness. Sleep had left me for good, but still

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The creatures of the last night

The night... The night had haunted Andrei Iorga like a restless lover, ruined by jealousy, a mistress who pulls you into her clutches and would never let you go, strangling you with the possessiveness of her love. So is the dream, an amalgam of images

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