Dying at sea

Apparently you hadn’t been the only one who had thought of this. Now you were here, ready to die, around you hundreds – maybe thousands – , who had come here for the same reason and were now staring at the sea. And then you […]

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An exile for a book

Our national football team won a game yesterday. Or they did not? Doesn’t really matter. Time has passed in a strange way the last few days. I can feel the minute splits into seconds, seconds into parts and parts to nothing. I don’t even know […]

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I write young adult fiction

Sometimes, I see words Words that frighten me You know, that kind That is not even two-thirds Of the greatness in that modest red book Trendy and innovative They downgrade your language Until it’s nothing but pathetic adjectives And suddenly all of my achievements All […]

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Wine for a coffee buff

A phone is ringing somewhere. Someone is crying bitterly. Unfortunate news, probably. I’m used to bizarre dreams, those that do not take any interpretation or meaning. I remember the time I saw that I swallowed myself, then vomited it bitterly, it came out a child […]

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Deprivation

I had hospitalized myself, because I knew I couldn’t go on like that. Everything felt shifted and drifted, like a walk on stitching moss or like touching the sea and feeling fire. Surely, there were many years waiting for me but did I want to […]

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The closet

I sit in a small, modest room with one window. Most likely the room has not been opened for a while. The dust on the wooden wardrobe beside me screams in my face, and the smell of the Naphthalene eeks from every inch of the […]

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The war

My name is Sadri, I am Muslim and I love war. Even death I would put up with for a victory, for the title of a martyr, it is worth it. To fight in a battle to find out what I am made of even […]

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