14 Dec 2015

My Name is Imhotep by Alex Haistruk

My name is Imhotep. I want to tell you my story, because you need to know how cruel and unjustly
people can be.

Something Personal by Alexandra Haistruk

V: I can't understand this! It's horrible. And people call such things art? This is unbearable! What is
it? Can you say to me?

Consolation by Maria Kuzmenko

We met in the church where I was looking for consolation.
He offered me to enroll at the reception to him, promised that he could help.

The Dream by Maria Kuzmenko

In childhood he dreamed to becom an astronaut, but did not as many of people. After high school he finished Engineering College, then graduated from university with a degree in physics and enlisted in Army.

The anniversary by Maria Bogdanova

It`s been three years since Jan and Hale has being dating and today is their anniversary. Hale made a reservation at their favorite restaurant, bough 100 roses and wedding ring.

Leo and Jill by Maria Bogdanova

(Sequel to the `The one who doesn`t deserve)
It`s been a year since Jill left her husband and two children. She missed them every night, she wanted to call, but she knew it was a bad idea.

Leo's Story by Maria Bogdanova

 (Prequel to the `The one who doesn`t deserve`)
Leo was only 6 when his father left the family. His mother was very sad.

Triumph of Evil by Sasha Karpinskaya

“My lord! Wake up, my Lord! It’s time!”
“Time for what?, muttered sleepy the Evil.

Smart Girl by Sasha Karpinskaya

Once, an American architecture came to the Soviet Union on the art conference, which was held
in Batumi in 1989.  

A Letter from the Witch by Valery Zalievska

I always believed in magic. From the very childhood I admired different divinations. The first way of this magic activity I started practicing was chiromancy.

The Interview with an Applicant by Hanna Hodasevich

Two ladies. The interviewer wears strict suit, an applicant is casually dressed. An applicant is always calm and confident. Emotions of the interviewer change with almost every applicants phrase.

That Day He Died by Olena Zenchenko

It was a small house of three floors in the city center and that day he died. Yesterday, he was standing, though battered and jury, but actually - with his spirit and history.

Between them by Olena Zenchenko

- I’m going to tell you something.
- What exactly?

26 Nov 2015

Father by Olena Asatryan

A father had a tough time trying to explain the terror attacks to his child.
- The journalist would like to know what you think about what happened last week with the bad guys who killed the good guys. What do you think?

The Guilty Lawyer by Maria Bogdanova

Friday, TV show `In search of truth` on ABC with John Irvin.
`You know, Greg, in case of committing crime everybody wants to have you as a lawyer. You have never lost a lawsuit!  It`s incredible! `

19 Nov 2015

A Good Story, a Bad Story by Kate Tolkovets

Mark's father wass an eminent gangster who had decided to get off from criminal, but he was being searched for by his former 'friends'.

Dialogue by Sasha Karpinskaya

“Please, remember what I told you, honey: do not ask him about war and his scar and everything
will be on the highest level”, with trembling voice said Alex.

Anxiety by Victoria Tryzno

"I am a little bit worried about one thing, doctor."
"What kind of thing?"

18 Nov 2015

The Wan Light by Maria Bogdanova

He didn`t sleep or eat the whole week. Well, he didn`t need to do those things. He is not human, he is a fallen angel. But he used to enjoy acting like a mortal. In this way he wanted to forget about his banishment– it was a painful thought and he tried to avoid it.But now all torments came back gain.

14 Nov 2015

Disappointment by Kate Tolkovets

My mom wanted me to meet her colleague's son. She told me about him every weekend, when we saw each other in the downtown.

Sherlock by Katerina Tolkovets

I searched for someone like me the whole life. The day I discovered his existence was the luckiest in all my born days.

The Sense of Words by Katerina Levchenko

-What do you think?
- I think I should  say something or not.
- Hmm. It means that you have almost decided to say.
- I don’t know. So, say or not?

5 Nov 2015

A Cat by Hanna Khodasevych

It was extremely quiet in the room. No one ran as a mad, no one jumped on the bad, no one
meowed loudly. The big black cat finally felt relieved, but she still had a melancholy look on her face.

Without Adjectives by Hanna Khodasevych

It was just a day like many others. She was sitting on the sill, looking through the
window. Autumn finally started with all the consequences. People outside were
quickly running for their businesses. The rain tried to wet them all, but they didn’t
even notice it. They just turned up the collars on their coats, opened their umbrellas
and went on, following their aims.

Doc by Valery Zalievskaya

He was announced as the most productive killer of all, who had ever been kept in our prison. I had been there for two years at that moment. And now, when I’m free I can say with certainty that it was the moment that changed my life.

Dog's Life by Victoria Tryzno


Today Mr. Hound woke up in a very strange condition. He was barking, chewing the
carpet and drooling all over the house. Mrs Hound and her daughter Rose stood in the
living room watching their beloved husband and father doing unspeakable things
with their expensive carpet.

8 Oct 2015

Dark Light by Maria Bogdanova

`Just do it. Jump and finish your suffering. Your beloved is dead, you are alone and
you have nothing to live for. There is no point in fighting` whispered Lucifer and
Ann Mary listened to him.

Eighty Seven by Valery Zalievskaya

He was announced as the most productive killer of all, who had ever been kept in our prison. I had been there for two years at that moment. And now, when I’m free I can say with certainty that it was the moment that changed my life.

25 Sept 2015

I can’t live without you. by Katerina Levchenko

I can’t live without you.
All what happened in my life was for you and because of you. All people that overstayed in my life for even a bit were your aftersounds. Your semi-shades, semi-tones, semi-odors.

Mother by Victoria Tryzno

Mother was on her knees in front of the door to her sons room. She was crying.
Today was his Birthday. Mother was really excited, because she really loved her
little boy. She made him a big cake.

Horrible day by Sasha Karpinskaya

Light of the lamp slammed to Miriam’s eyes. Two doctors bent over her, one of them was holding a scalpel and the other injected catheter with anesthesia. She recognized these eyes.Gradually began to start the sense of drowsiness and there was no doubt that surgery is almost began.