Prose

“This is simply mind-boggling!” loudly proclaimed the man who just entered the room, on the move sharply closing a door behind him where just a single word was imprinte

This is the voice of the doomed. The call of those dying alive with no right for a cure.

The fate of the rabbit Aristarchus was not so hot.

One writer, who was fond of ancient things, had a good friend who has been visiting him from time to time.

Once upon a time, the rich merchant, who was coming back to his hometown with a wagon train after successful trading met a homeless wanderer, who was sitting by the fir

In one of the cities there lived the Critic, who has been blaming everything he meets.

Once upon a time, the Fool was traveling by a long journey of life, carrying on his hunched back a backpack which was filled with Nonsense.

In one small fishing village, there lived one unusual fisherman.

“Hmm, is that really that place? I am, as these mortals usually say, boggling,” asked the Imp, continuing to look through a hardly noticeable door opening.