“Gordana Among the Willows”, Ana Ɖokić
BACK – February 1966 There she is, whining again! – Drago mumbled angrily, still not awakened. – I know – [...]
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BACK – February 1966 There she is, whining again! – Drago mumbled angrily, still not awakened. – I know – [...]
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Goldbach’s conjecture CHAPTER 47 DAYS Frog eggs Everything was already here; I was only looking for the fateful hour when [...]
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"Moon Song" He found her trapped in his net at dawn. The forest was still asleep, the horizon softly brightening. [...]
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Еxcerpt I do not write dialogue; I let the characters talk to each other Quentin Tarantino PROLOGUE It so happened [...]
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There are more swimming pools in France than in any other European country. Almost 100 people drown in French pools [...]
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Bekim Sejranović (In Memoriam) (Excerpt from the novel) I 1. I’m sitting in the old cottage [...]
admin 2019-12-27T11:48:39+00:00 December 18th, 2019|Categories: Prose, Literature, Blesok no. 129|0 Comments
Each night my father would set the old metal alarm clock and place it on the washing machine in the [...]
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(A moving story from Botswana) There she is, the baby antelope still covered with remnants of her mother’s placenta and [...]
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I then began to realize death had worked her charm. Taking myself of nothingness I chose a road to walk. [...]
admin 2019-12-27T11:46:52+00:00 December 18th, 2019|Categories: Prose, Literature, Blesok no. 129|0 Comments
(16. 8. 1993) I'll be dead in two hours. My hair, washed with camomile, as white as snow, will mix [...]