Horror stares back at me surreptitiously from every corner of the flat with wide-open cats’ eyes. The reflexes I had of old have become alien to me. They tempt me to provoke her, but thankfully I’m still paralysed and the only way I can wind her up is by staring at her neck.
It drifted along the side of the building, higher and higher, seemingly aiming to land on the flat rooftop, but then it suddenly slowed down, and plummeted onto the tiles of the balcony upside down, as though it were a dead bird.
I was born a feral beast.
At the time of my birth, I tore my mother apart. It wasn’t on purpose. I think the circumstances caused it. There was a lot of blood in the hospital room.
My father, who gutted animals as part of his occupation, couldn’t bear to look.
He needed two dark beers and two shots of liquor to quiet the horror inside him.
The screaming could be heard in the outside corridor, someone had moved house out of me, never to return.
REBI I am still half-asleep in the early hours when I hear sirens approaching the farm and it occurs to me that it’s
MOSCOW II. Read part one of Moscow here I’m sitting on the toilet staring at the pink bathroom. The reason it’s pink
THE 8TH DISTRICT OF GOD (excerpts) The location is the outer 8th district of Budapest, which is called Józsefváros (Josephtown). This is
MOSCOW I. Read part two of Moscow here “Do you know anything about her?” I ask the friend of my little sister
THE SCENT OF PERFECTION In which the Book is introduced to the reader, some sacred texts are discussed, and there begins the story
With the leftover beer I washed down two pills. I took Xanax to help me sleep. The first few weeks it worked, but as time passed, I had to take more and more.
TWO CHOICES Translated by Erika Mihálycsa She was walking two steps ahead, knowing he wouldn’t dare to lag behind now. A car
It’s about as bleak a situation as you can imagine getting into, struck down with malaria in the Sudanese desert, twelve hours from the nearest pharmacy, lying helpless in a mud hut with neither prayer nor magic slowing death’s approach.
The Gaza border crossing was out in the desert. Low brown hills rose on the horizon, the air above them appearing to quiver with the wind-blown sands. On the Palestinian side there stood a lone café, built with one side open.
Around noon the black clouds appear seemingly from nowhere. Majestic clouds, thick and dark. They hang in the center of the sky like mirages. They appear contemplative, reaching toward the horizon, their color not much different from tar.
The moon rose high above the town, illuminating the clouds, the apartment buildings, and the hills beyond in a red glow. The air was cool, like it was every evening in the hills.
PRAE (an excerpt) ————————————————————————— Ulva and a young fellow together in the wood (as Leatrice’s solitude changed into Veronica’s story, Veronica’s solitude
AN EXTREME CASE For half-a-year I shared a dorm room with Hendrik. The dormitory stood in the middle of a dreary, windswept housing
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