2021. 10. 21. 15:30 | \English \dedicated \pun intended \random

This was a writing practice in preparation for a 300 word flash story writing competition. 2/2 people who read it seemed to like it, so now it's here.

Randomly chosen theme was Justice.

2021. 09. 03. 13:30 | \English

It's found me. Ran inside and closed the door. Tell--

2021. 08. 17. 20:35 | \English \moli \poem

I'm lost in the light
I'm lusting the void
People around me
Are nothing, but noise

I am surrounded
There's nowhere to go
The lack of the bright
Is where I feel home...

2020. 12. 30. 13:00 | \English \experimental \poem \random

Shadowy meadows
Surround the valley
Skinny wee fellows
Pushing a trolley

The grasses are green
The sky is melancholic...

2020. 10. 06. 14:30 | \English \novella

"...And so shall we begin." The voice of Mr. Soft echoed from the lecture hall's faraway walls. The auditorium was scarcely populated, students sat far and wide, as it is customary during a pandemic, which meant that the professor's question were answered by more scalps than usual. Sleeping in classes were not unheard of, but when you take away the possibility of misbehaving, one cannot make matrix arithmetic interesting enough for the masses to keep them awake...

2020. 09. 17. 11:30 | \English \moli \novella

Very short (~200 words) flash story inspired by a rather depressing song in basically the same setting as another (early, thus bad) short story of mine.

Published on 25th December 2020.

2020. 07. 14. 03:00 | \English \mystery \novella

I was playing with my cat after feeding her, when I felt a small breeze from behind. I did not think much of it, the windows were open on both sides of the room; _must have been the wind outside_, I thought, but my cat looked there and her eyes were fixated on something. I turned around, expecting nothing out of the ordinary, alas I saw a...

2020. 06. 14. 01:30 | \English \experimental \mystery \novella

This is chronologically the first short story I publised in English, even if it wasn't the first I began writing.

2020. 06. 01. 15:00 | \English \experimental \monologue \novella

Days have turned into nights that then turned into dawns and days again countless times since I saw L'amore d'Agna. It was the truest form of love, the purest source of happiness, yet there are no evidence that it ever existed; all I know is based on observations and experience, not on the nowadays preferred written way...

2020. 05. 15. 17:30 | \English \experimental \poem \spoken word poetry

average 107 226 kilometers an hour
the Earth's moving, spinning, rotating, dour
and just moves forth and further away
from the core
from the base
from the center of the milky way...