Writings of a madman who lived through a thousand deaths. Also about taking things just as seriously as they deserve.
All right, one might call the title a click-bait. Then again, this is going to be about sharks to some extent, and I really did not get eaten by them. Now, let's get to the story itself. After I revealed a terrible secret to my wife and hurt her real bad in the process, she … Continue reading How I Didn’t Get Eaten by Sharks
Do you know that eggs of the most wonderful phoenix species are made of rainbow? They don't hatch too often. One needs a nice big cataclysm. Only that can awaken the slumbering whirl of dull colours that holds the life of a phoenix in timeless suspense. What kind of cataclysm exactly, you ask? Rumour has … Continue reading Phoenix Awakening
Ever heard of those mythical creatures, basilisks? One look at them and you're petrified. One jab of their venomous beak and your blood turns to acid, eating and withering your flesh inside out. Got that? Now, imagine a depressed, suicidal basilisk. Would it be as simple as nibbling on himself in front of a mirror? … Continue reading Depressed Basilisk
The chicken felt uneasy the whole day. Something vile was brewing in its head, something that wanted to burst out and spill all over the world. The thing roiled and boiled in the poor chicken's skull but nothing would happen. Not until the night fell. Shortly after the sun had crept under the horizon, the … Continue reading Fractal Dance
The hippo had a dream of orange lakes. Water was not enough for her anymore. She hoarded all the oranges there were in the world, ate them and cooked herself in an immense pot. When she was ready, she cut her body in half. Fiery rivers and lakes of sticky jelly slowly spilled over the … Continue reading Hipporange
One starry night, the deer decided to serve a mass for himself. Strange, isn't it? Then again, is there anyone who has never done such a thing? Even the living bones torn from your own body can be a treat if you sugarcoat them well enough. Only the owl knows better. The painting reproduction used … Continue reading Night Mass
White sun was beating on a plain that was cracked like a jig-saw puzzle made of scorched dirt. Deep down between the bone-dry walls of the cracks, grass cowered in shadow and sucked on the last beads of lingering dew. At noon, unshod hooves rang on the stone-hard soil. A black horse was galloping over … Continue reading One of Four
It used to be a great city before hot winds came from the plains and the sky turned sulfuric yellow. Nothing could save the people, no prayers, no fancy gadgets. It was too late. The city’s pride got hamstrung by the scythe of the broken nature’s wrath. The towering houses shrunk and withered until only … Continue reading Bearded Stump
The boy liked his sweets all right. Even after the diagnosis, he couldn’t get enough of cakes and donuts, candies and cream. His world had slowly become a pink daydream covered in oozing syrup. The poor boy didn't even notice when he died. The painting reproduction used as a feature image and the source of … Continue reading Diabetic Dreams
Too late the oryx realised she probably wasn’t supposed to eat those green-grey berries. Now seas of gooey sapphire were rising where the low grass of the dried-up savanna used to grow, and curious flying fish were flashing their bright red beaks in the thickening air. The oryx sighed. This was going to be a … Continue reading Lost Oryx
Oceanic Soup 