Sodom

by Natalia Danylenko

If even she’d ever liked white color, that moment she hated it.

Completely Different

by Masha Dumanska

“This is my neighborhood. This is my street. This is my wife.

Miriam

by Kinovych Mariya

Miriam, give me my slippers! I can’t get up without them.

The Small Insects

by Vlad Levickij

…The road ceased to interest him, and he began to close his eyes and to loll his head against the cushions.

Don`t talk to strangers

by Yuriy Borodulin

Little Jimmy has  woke up; it was a time to go to school. And as usual mother said , before he gone : “don`t talk to strangers, my dear!”.”Ok”- kid smiled kid and run fast by the road.

No Longer

by Mikitiyk Nastia

“Catch it!” – exclaimed she, laughing and throwing it up.

Parachuting Story

by Melnyk Anna

“That knowing is better than wondering, that waking is better than sleeping, and even the biggest failure, even the worst, beat the hell out of never trying.”   - said Tom to his friend, even though it was very hard for him to talk and even to move right now…

The Song of the Dead Son

by Olha Kolesnyk 

Mother died today. Or maybe yesterday, I don't know. (Albert Camus)
“Every moment of my life I’d been searching for something.

The Strait Gate and Narrow Way Lead to Life.

by Masha Dumanska

This is what Oliver learnt from his life. He was the oldest son from the four other children in a poor family. His father had an alcohol addiction and mother worked as a nurse.

Standing on the shoulder of the giant

by Vlad Levickij

     That warm and stormy summer night clenched me. It was a kick-start of a new line. I gave an once-over to the hall – dark and gloomy it was. I felt first tremble. I’ve been waiting so long – and here I was, standing in the centre of a new universe, which I was able to organize thereby I wanted.

The Skeleton in the Cupboard

by Chelysheva Olena

Human is unique and wonderful being on our Earth planet. It is said that our organism is carefully designed and all our systems work coherently. Obviously, we are as good people as bad ones. The dialogue below shows the conversation between outer “good” and inner “evil” which still living in everyone of us.

Beautiful Memory

 by Kinovych M.

As I remember myself I always have problems with my memory. It is impossible for me to remember everything that somebody said to me, I can’t tell the difference between Bach and Beethoven because I hardly can remember their music. But what the really odd thing with my memory is that I remember all faces that I have ever seen.