Anthology – STRING Center

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StrING Centenary

STRING Center

The String anthology features diverse texts, from fantasy to science fiction, by equally diverse writers. It is a message that is passed down from generation to generation, from those who wrote and published in the 80s (Mihai Grămescu, Aurel Cărășel, etc.),

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Song of the Dragonflies

Mihail Gramescu

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

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Aguirre, Wrath of the Gods…

Aurel Cărasel

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

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Laborious procurement of food...

Liviu Radu

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

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Moreaugarin's Crusade

Ovidiu Bufnila

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

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The Twin Towers

Robert David

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

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Beyond the Lighthouse at the End of the World

Costi Gurgu

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

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artifact

Cotizo Draia

It was a very old world. It was part of the systems classified as retrograde. The events you participated in there, or related to your actions, were recorded in an official record because you were on a mission initiated by a cover institution; because of this,

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The language of water

Claudio Murgan

"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

Adrian Teaches

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...