The Word


“Man, this looks good!”, thought Ryan when he was finished. Sure, black wasn’t his colour, the hat heated his head like hell, and don’t even get started on the pantyhose, but the person in the mirror wasn’t him. It was his emo-gothic-whatever sister, down to dark crimson nail polish and the pale complexion enriched with dark lipstick and eye shades. When he started playing around with Emma’s closet, he expected a close resemblance, but achieved utter perfection. Continue reading

The Compass

A 20-minute drive and more or less the same time walking, and we were near some of the most amazing caves in the world. Close enough for my parents to carry me there almost every weekend. Then again, considering you can cross the country by car in little more than 8 hours, there’s nothing really that far away in Iceland. My folks loved exploring the caves, discovering the beautiful crystals and photographing the red rocks formed by lava. I liked the ones with an internal lake, the waters always still and clear. It is a shame we are not allowed to swim there. I understand now it is probably because of acidity and temperature, but for a while as a child I was just upset with the Hidden Folk, for they wouldn’t allow me to dive in their pools. Continue reading


He is sitting on the floor of his apartment’s office, his legs crossed over each other, his hands gently positioned at his lap. He takes deep, slow breaths, in such a cadence only listening to it would make anyone calmer. There is a sound on the background, a chanting, so low it’s barely there. After almost a month of practicing, Liam finally gets how to let his mind wander, to just accompany the flow, and experiences the mindfulness he so was so eager to achieve. Continue reading

Hell and Back

“Remember when you promised that for me you would go to hell and back?” Shaking and soaking, but especially frightened. That’s how Vera showed up that night. “Well, I’m here to give you the chance to fulfill that oath” Continue reading

Long-distance Call

I work near the last enduring fax machine in our office, probably in our building. I mean, fax machines? I don’t understand why they still matter, but somehow they are still around, surviving the era of emails and cell phone apps that can snap a photo of a document and edit the picture to make it look like it was scanned. It’s relatively new. My cubicle’s position, I mean, not the machine, obviously. They rearranged the office recently and most everybody moved around. The fax machine couldn’t be moved, because it’s connected to a separate telephone line whose cost to change don’t justify since we rarely receive faxes anymore. Continue reading

What do you think of, when you think of love?

At first, it was intended to stop crime, in particular white-collar schemes. Well, it succeeded, but it seems no one entertained the thought of the possible side effects such an apparatus could have on society. When they first introduced the machine, it was supposed to be the ultimate lie detector – or the first actual one, since polygraph tests had long been discredited. The point was to catch evildoers before they could perform their evildoing. It didn’t take long for politicians to fear the machine, and to society to demand all elected figures to pass under the scrutiny of it. Corruption was put on hold, and soon after any kind of crime had a hard time because of the amazing mechanism. From expensive and impractical to the common person, it quickly became widely available, once the technology allowed for cheap production and portability. Continue reading

She Came One Sunday Morning

Between all the questions asked the day it appeared, amidst all the who, when and why, one, incredibly, no one asked: how. How does something so big get erected besides a small town, overnight, without anyone seeing? For it appeared, without warning, without noise, without an explanation. It was Sunday, mass day, and thus almost the whole population took notice practically at the same time. Continue reading