Fiction
- Patrycja Murzyniec-Kamińska
With every step taken on the creaky stairs and every shuddering breath, I knew I was getting closer to death. I could feel it watching me with its dilated pupil, excited and [...]
- Gabriela Woltman
My den had been disturbed. The little stone building had been abandoned many winters ago. Now, dilapidated and reclaimed by moss and fungi, its walls protected me from the harsh winds and [...]
- Starling & Shrike
Nora stepped out of the bus into the dark. She found some solace in the long night rides that public transport offered. It gave her time to think, to wonder what could [...]
- Natan Richert
It’s nearly dawn. I’m on my usual nocturnal walk, since I’m restless as of late anyway. I’d love to have someone walk along my side, but I live alone, and do not [...]
- Natalia Mroczkowska
“I want you to believe…to believe in things that you cannot.” Bram Stoker, Dracula The old folk know many tales, woven by the spirits in the dark, then chewed and spewed [...]
- Sarah Flamminio
Voicemail of Corporal Hannah McNally 8 April 2010 0934 Hannah? It’s your Memaw in Saw-whet. You’re gonna get a Red Cross message probably today or tomorrow, the social worker helped me [...]
- Berenika Goździk
The ride was incredibly long, an eternity spent wedged into a leather seat in the back of a BMW. The gravel road was in such bad shape that we were crawling along [...]
- Jan Piszczek
<<<Content warning: Extreme violence against humans>>> The old metal gate screeched as it opened. Keiser passed through and locked it, in case some wayward elk would decide to wind up here [...]
- Baldwin E. Hart
‘Meanes to an ende,’ sayeth the black goat as he dresseth a lamb leg off meat. ‘Isn’t this un—,’ I cut off, hesitate. ‘Unethical?’ ‘We’ve found our selves a philosopher! Maynard, [...]
- Sarah Flamminio
Tenzin took a deep but ragged breath and, with it, his first step up the narrow, dark stairs of the tenement building. Step. It had all begun in the spring of 1919, [...]
- Adrian Kafarski
The crown fit my head as an organic extension of myself, forged to the exact curve of my skull, yet I could hear the sharp voice of my mother repeating enough times [...]
- Paulina Jakimowicz
Read by Gabriela Twardowska There is a place in my village, by the sea, where dreams of artistry go to die. A heavy gate and statues of crying angels hold up a [...]
- Aris Kowalski
Herbert Hallaway was a man whose every day of the last decade began exactly at dawn. As soon as the sun rose above the horizon, letting the first rays into his room, [...]
- Kacper Paweł Świderski
With blackened wings I flyMy mystic spirit guideAn ever-watchful sentinelThe raven at my sideWith blackened wings I flyMy magic spirit guideAn omen of my transformationOn raven wings I fly – Jon Schaffer [...]
