Pestis vetus
by Marius Surleac hell is beyond the grey blocks – the desert where no human skeletons resisted to erosion, but became part of
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Is There Such a Thing as Purely Virtual Literature?
(eidotomii) by Patrick Călinescu It is now quite a few years since I first thought of the changes, if any, that the Internet brings to…
The Europe from and among Us
by iQ666 Each of us has a certain image about Europe. Some think of the continent, others’ thoughts go towards the European Union, there are…
Krepkaya
by Adrian Ioniţă (USA) Translation from Romanian by Manuela Cazan pentru versiunea română click aici It’s funny to watch the world from above, looking through…
Conspiracy
Karel Cispic:
A chuckle died in his throat as he realized fully what he was about to do. Shovel after shovel of dried dirt flew in back of him until the magic moment when he hit wood. He could tell by the solid thudding sound that metal made against wood. It was a satisfying sound. An organic sound. Thud, thump. Thump, thump. He used the blade of the shovel to pry open the casket. No smell came out, but the sight was not a pleasant one. Pavel’s emaciated and very dead face had a rictus grin that sent a fright up Karel’s spine. The dead poet seemed to be smiling at him.
Fat Man
by Robert Fenhagen (USA) Brief news story out of Wakefield, R.I.: “A flight out of Warwick Airport made it safely through a ferocious storm….
Song to Layla
by Irina Savin [Belgium] edited by Robert Fenhagen She always thought of train stations as the heart and soul of a town. For Layla, they…
Jamais Vu
by Adrian Ioniţă (USA) Edited by Robert Fenhagen “What is wrong with this baby?” Thank you, Doctor. “He’s watching us. He is!”…