e-revista EgoPHobia - ISSN 1584-6210
by Denisa-Maria Tudor I was a bit of an untamed beast. This is why older men liked me. They couldn’t quite understand if I would lash out and slap them for their audacity, offended and disgusted in a full feminist belief, or if I would slightly adore them, for their braveness of touching uncooked teenage […]
by Kenneth M. Kapp Freddy ran in the front door laughing and screaming at the same time. In hot pursuit was a ragamuffin of a little boy with curly black hair matted around his head. It was so dark and shiny that you noticed little else. Curly hair caught Freddy at the bottom of the […]
[essay] by Nolo Segundo Modern societies in general and especially it seems those in the West suffer under the widespread delusion that people today are ‘better’ than their ancestors who lived long ago—not just better off in a material sense but smarter, more sophisticated, and far better educated.
O pasăre de toamnă Ce poți să scrii pe aripa unei berze? De jos, pare un avion de hârtie.
by Bill Tope Scott Brown sat on the sofa in the shadowy living room of his modest clapboard house, a warm beer clutched in his hand. His clouded mind journeyed back through the previous year. What might he have done differently? he wondered. And what should he do next? With a tired sigh he sat […]
by Jonathan Ferrini “Where’s Momma?” “Passed out cold from her morning fix. “My gang members are lookin’ for a score and think there’s money inside a storefront full of old pianos.”
by Douglas Young Winston smiled driving home from his after-school job. Twelfth grade was going well for the eighteen-year-old, and he really liked working at The Cluttered Bookshop, a downtown used bookstore where he mostly read while the free-range cats, led by the seven-toed Mr. Cheshire, climbed bookshelves and rested wherever they pleased.
de Margareta Teodorescu La început, abia dacă am băgat în seamă senzația de mâncărime. Am crezut că era doar o banală alergie a pielii. O mică iritație pe care se părea că o contractase întreaga familie și din cauza căreia nu aveam timp să ne îngrijorăm. Nici măcar sora mea mai mică care obișnuia […]
de Ștefan Toma — Foarte frumos locul ăsta, nu îl ştiam, îmi zice uitându-se direct în ochii mei. Pupilele noastre fac punte peste masa pe care se aflau o faţă de masă aurie, farfuriile şi tacâmurile şi un suport cu două lumânări.
de Georgiana Ilie Era sâmbătă dimineața devreme când am pornit să o iau pe mama de la aeroport.