just a bad dream. For now… by Bogdan Dragos

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the door opened suddenly and it hit the poor dog who scowled and got out of the way before the woman entered "Oh, for fuck's sake!” she shouted Her hands were busy with shopping bags. They looked heavy and she looked tired and quite pissed and grew even more pissed when she laid eyes on her husband, in the living room, sprawled on the couch, buried under cigarette ashes and empty beer cans The house smelled of singed hairs from his knuckles and arms. Even burnt skin and clothes The small holes in his shorts looked like crawling cockroaches fighting over the crumbs in his lap He greeted his wife with a deep belching sound and closed his eyes "What the hell you doing?” she yelled, loud enough to make him open his eyes "Dying,” he said "What?” "Dying.” "Listen here, you piece of shit, I left the house hours…

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Lost Talent by Bogdan Dragos

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sitting alone on the

orange living room sofa

at 02:21

in the night

thinking

trying to feel

something other

than hatred and rage

In older times,

with a younger self,

a book might have

helped

Not anymore

The book she was holding

now

was one for children

A coloring book

and the pencils were scattered

like fish outside

the water

all about the orange sofa

She was holding only

the gray one

and in the light of a small

lamp

began coloring

inside the outlines of

weird characters that

looked like eggs with

hands and legs

and faces

roaming about in what

looked like some cave

Maybe the story

was about their escape

from there

She didn’t bother with

that

She bothered with struggling

to take her mind

away from

the fact that she could not

fall asleep

“How could I go to

bed?” she wrote…

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If I make my bed in hell by Bogdan Dragos

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it was darkening outside as he opened the beer and threw his old body on the rocking chair There was no TV in his house "It shows people,” he'd said. "An' I can't stand them.” He poured the beer into a glass and started rocking back and forth into his chair, looking at nothing and enjoying it When it was completely dark, the black cat came into the house through the hole in the broken window a limp gray fish big as a fallen leaf glistened in its mouth, reflecting the full moon outside "Welcome back,” he said to the cat as it laid the fish on the carpet near his feet and rolled on its back, exposing its belly He took the fish and smelled it and tossed it into the beer and shook the glass "Thank you,” he said. "That's enough protein for today.” He leaned forward in…

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The most fun activity in which you don’t smile by Bogdan Dragos

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A young woman with long, brown hair in a summer dress and hat standing on a path in the woods smiling and looking down at a gray stroller
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she’s got this big

lizard

that I don’t

even know the name of

and walks

it around in a

baby stroller

“It needs the sun,” she

says. “And it

needs me as her mother.”

When she’s not at her

dish-washing job

at the two-star restaurant

she’s scouting

the local park,

looking for trees with bird nests

to steal the eggs

or even better,

the chicks

and feed them to the

big lizard

Not exactly the crime

to send one

behind the bars

but she did

get in

some trouble for it

“I never liked the scent

of peeling scales,”

she said, “until I

smelt it on her belly,

between her hind legs.

If you haven’t

seen angels

before,

you are invited to look

upon her

beauty. Please only

look, don’t touch.”

“Yeah,” I said, “she’s pretty

nice. What’s

her name?”

But instead of answering

she said,

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Și cum arată fata perfectă pentru tine?

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like ants crawling up to a dead thing by Bogdan Dragos

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the days follow each other like ants towards a dead thing and after enough of them pass by, you finally realize you are that dead thing And that's supposed to be alright. After all, no one is excused from this All we can do is make the journey pleasant However, when the alarm wakes you up at 6:30 in the morning, announcing that there's yet another day in which you'll have to attend your duties of slaving away for others to get rich, when you're slipping into the other half of your life not bringing along any fulfilled dreams despite trying again and again... Another day in which you'll be assaulted by questions like, "Hey, so when are you going to get married?" "Have you even someone to marry?" "Why don't you get another job. Aren't you a bit too old for this one?" "How much do they pay you?"…

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Leatherface by Bogdan Dragos

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no, despite what I wanted

to believe

for the sake of

fantasy merging with

reality

she was not the

infamous killer

Leatherface

She was just an

ordinary girl

holding a

human face with a bit

of hair

It was clearly something

very precious to her

“The only thing I have

left from my

father,” she said, turning

it from one side

to the other

and back. “It used to cover

his face and it never

was something pretty. But

what did I know at the time?

I was just a kid.

He came home drunk as usual,

but this time

he was also beat up

real good.

Some friends roughed him

up after he

sold them a bad tip at the

bets. That’s what I

understood later in life.

I loved that man

like any daughter loves her

father.

I didn’t know he was bad

because…

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there is only love by Bogdan Dragos

She doesn’t want to see people on the weekend only her cat She gets drunk by herself and then rummages through her books and reads the last pages of …

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Soul Cells by Bogdan Dragos

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I can see it

clearly

even though the napkin is

folded and crumpled

around the small things

it covers,

I can see on it

a drawing of a dragon

with flowers for horns

it pokes its

forked tongue at me

and winks

also its eyes

have long lashes

“You listening?” she says

shaking the

fist that holds the

napkin

I can no longer see

the dragon drawn

on it

“What?”

I say

She proceeds to open the

napkin and

reveals a few small, white

pills.

“Forget what they taught

you in school. Despite

all they said,

the nerve cells of the brain

can actually be regenerated.

It’s been proven.

An’ you can do it

with these here beauties.

C’mon, take one.”

“What?” I said. “I didn’t

know my nerve cells

are damaged.”

“That’s because your

nerve cells

are damaged,” she said

“Damn…”

“No, seriously. They have…

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