Lives of Mayhem

Lives of Mayhem

His jaw was dislocated but he didn’t care. The other one couldn’t be hurt with his right uppercut, because he tightened his abs just in time, but the following left hook caught the bastard’s ear. Now, it was the other one’s turn, who stepped to the side, spinned...
Trance

Trance

I bow down to pray. The whole space of the church appears in my thoughts, the fourteen columns around the altar, the eleven four-petalled flowers on the gallery’s parapet, pictures which tell the story of Jesus, the organ whose right central cross is missing and the...
Coffee

Coffee

Five in the morning, chilly, cold morning, everything is blue or grey, the roads fill up with cars, the traffic lights are on, the rest of the city lights are turned off, the people cautiously creep out on the streets, the first sunshine gleams. The bartender sweeps,...
A Pile of Memories: the Body

A Pile of Memories: the Body

Anarchy. That was his first thought. The pen pattered loudly as it touched the paper, releasing its tint which was spilled out on the paper in its irregular dimples. The writer sat in the middle of a family conflict, while animals were running back and forth, tiger,...
Missa Bestialis

Missa Bestialis

Decus ferocitatis bestialis Quaseo, cum tui molis, cudate, dei, adversarium, vos cudate, dei, adversarium. They put a hood on my head and take me away. I’m humming the sacred mass. “I call forth the sinner”, I hear the nearing sound. I climb some stairs, the wood...
Plop

Plop

The gate opened and Culmo was pushed in by the wind. In the protected hall lights were sitting in a circle, lights much bigger and purer than him, watching him with surly faces. The wind was ominously blowing a Gregorian chant. Suddenly, everything lit up and the gate...
Shaman

Shaman

A tiny leopard meows at the glass door. The man wakes up, stretches in the living room, drinks his coffee and hops on the couch. He turns on the television. The leopard meows and cries, scratching the glass. The man becomes aware of the sound, which probably isn’t...

Unscrupulous

“I’d pay a million dollars. Per month.” The old man just arrived. He gave his black homburg to a hand in white shirt, that was all I have seen from the corner of the table, then sat on the only empty chair. “A million? I’ll pay five million,” said the youngest among...