SCARLET LEAF REVIEW
  • HOME
    • PRIVACY POLICY
    • ABOUT
    • SUBMISSIONS
    • PARTNERS
    • CONTACT
  • 2022
    • ANNIVERSARY
    • JANUARY >
      • POEMS
      • SHORT-STORIES
      • NON-FICTION
  • 2021
    • ANNIVERSARY
    • JANUARY >
      • POEMS
      • SHORT-STORIES
      • NON-FICTION
    • FEBRUARY & MARCH >
      • POEMS
      • SHORT-STORIES
      • NON-FICTION
    • APR-MAY-JUN-JUL >
      • POEMS
      • SHORT-STORIES
      • NON-FICTION
      • ART
    • AUG-SEP >
      • POEMS
      • SHORT-STORIES
      • NON-FICTION
    • OCTOBER >
      • POEMS
      • SHORT-STORIES
      • NON-FICTION
    • NOV & DEC >
      • POEMS
      • SHORT-STORIES
      • NON-FICTION
  • 2020
    • DECEMBER >
      • POEMS
      • SHORT-STORIES
      • NON-FICTION
    • AUG-SEP-OCT-NOV >
      • POEMS
      • SHORT-STORIES
      • NON-FICTION
    • JULY >
      • POEMS
      • SHORT-STORIES
      • NON-FICTION
    • JUNE >
      • POEMS
      • SHORT-STORIES
      • NON-FICTION
    • MAY >
      • POEMS
      • SHORT-STORIES
      • NON-FICTION
    • APRIL >
      • POEMS
      • SHORT-STORIES
      • NON-FICTION
    • MARCH >
      • POEMS
      • SHORT-STORIES
      • NON-FICTION
    • FEBRUARY >
      • POEMS
      • SHORT-STORIES
      • NON-FICTION
    • JANUARY >
      • POEMS
      • SHORT-STORIES
      • NON-FICTION
    • ANNIVERSARY
  • 2019
    • DECEMBER >
      • POEMS
      • SHORT-STORIES
      • NON-FICTION
    • NOVEMBER >
      • POEMS
      • SHORT-STORIES
      • NON-FICTION
    • OCTOBER >
      • POEMS
      • SHORT-STORIES
      • NON-FICTION
    • SEPTEMBER >
      • POEMS
      • SHORT-STORIES
      • NON-FICTION
    • AUGUST >
      • POEMS
      • SHORT-STORIES
      • NONFICTION
      • ART
    • JULY 2019 >
      • POEMS
      • SHORT-STORIES
      • NON-FICTION
    • JUNE 2019 >
      • POEMS
      • SHORT-STORIES
      • NON-FICTION
    • ANNIVERSARY ISSUE >
      • SPECIAL DECEMBER >
        • ENGLISH
        • ROMANIAN
  • ARCHIVES
    • SHOWCASE
    • 2016 >
      • JAN&FEB 2016 >
        • Poems
        • Prose >
          • Essays
          • Short-Stories & Series
          • Non-Fiction
      • MARCH 2016 >
        • Poems
        • Short-Stories & Series
        • Essays & Interviews
        • Non-fiction
        • Art
      • APRIL 2016 >
        • Poems
        • Prose
      • MAY 2016 >
        • Poems
        • Short-Stories
        • Essays & Reviews
      • JUNE 2016 >
        • Poems
        • Short-Stories
        • Reviews & Essays & Non-Fiction
      • JULY 2016 >
        • Poems
        • Short-Stories
        • Non-Fiction
      • AUGUST 2016 >
        • Poems Aug 2016
        • Short-Stories Aug 2016
        • Non-fiction Aug 2016
      • SEPT 2016 >
        • Poems Sep 2016
        • Short-Stories Sep 2016
        • Non-fiction Sep 2016
      • OCT 2016 >
        • Poems Oct 2016
        • Short-Stories Oct 2016
        • Non-Fiction Oct 2016
      • NOV 2016 >
        • POEMS NOV 2016
        • SHORT-STORIES NOV 2016
        • NONFICTION NOV 2016
      • DEC 2016 >
        • POEMS DEC 2016
        • SHORT-STORIES DEC 2016
        • NONFICTION DEC 2016
    • 2017 >
      • ANNIVERSARY EDITION 2017
      • JAN 2017 >
        • POEMS
        • SHORT-STORIES
        • NONFICTION
      • FEB 2017 >
        • POEMS
        • SHORT-STORIES
        • NON-FICTION
      • MARCH 2017 >
        • POEMS
        • SHORT-STORIES
        • NON-FICTION
      • APRIL 2017 >
        • POEMS
        • SHORT-STORIES
        • NON-FICTION
      • MAY 2017 >
        • POEMS
        • SHORT-STORIES
        • NON-FICTION
      • JUNE 2017 >
        • POEMS
        • SHORT-STORIES
        • NON-FICTION
      • JULY 2017 >
        • POEMS
        • SHORT-STORIES
        • NON-FICTION
      • AUG 2017 >
        • POEMS
        • SHORT-STORIES
        • NON-FICTION
        • PLAY
      • SEPT 2017 >
        • POEMS
        • SHORT-STORIES
        • NONFICTION
      • OCT 2017 >
        • POEMS
        • SHORT-STORIES
        • NONFICTION
      • NOV 2017 >
        • POEMS
        • SHORT-STORIES
        • NONFICTION
      • DEC 2017 >
        • POEMS
        • SHORT-STORIES
        • NONFICTION
    • 2018 >
      • JAN 2018 >
        • POEMS
        • SHORT-STORIES
        • NONFICTION
      • FEB-MAR-APR 2018 >
        • POEMS
        • SHORT-STORIES
        • NON-FICTION
      • MAY 2018 >
        • POEMS
        • SHORT-STORIES
        • NON-FICTION
      • JUNE 2018 >
        • POEMS
        • SHORT-STORIES
        • NONFICTION
      • JULY 2018 >
        • POEMS
        • SHORT-STORIES
        • NONFICTION
      • AUG 2018 >
        • POEMS
        • SHORT-STORIES
        • NONFICTION
      • SEP 2018 >
        • POEMS
        • SHORT-STORIES
        • NONFICTION
      • OCT 2018 >
        • POEMS
        • SHORT-STORIES
        • NON-FICTION
      • NOV-DEC 2018 >
        • POEMS
        • SHORT-STORIES
        • NON-FICTION
      • ANNIVERSARY 2018
    • 2019 >
      • JAN 2019 >
        • POEMS
        • SHORT-STORIES
        • NONFICTION
      • FEB 2019 >
        • POEMS
        • SHORT-STORIES
        • NON-FICTION
      • MARCH-APR 2019 >
        • POEMS
        • SHORT-STORIES
        • NON-FICTION
      • MAY 2019 >
        • POEMS
        • SHORT-STORIES
        • NON-FICTION
  • BOOKSHOP
  • RELEASES
  • INTERVIEWS
  • REVIEWS

BEK-ATA DANIYAL - DEER TALE

11/25/2020

0 Comments

 
Picture
Bek-Ata Daniyal is a Kazakh who lived and studied both in the U.S.A and the U.K.
His passion is to write stories and make comics. He has a BA in Film and TV Production from the University of Hertfordshire.

Deer tale
​

Picture
​The main character is a young man named Adam. Adam is looking for his soulmate. He is obsessed only by this idea. But may be his soulmate is beyond the world? After meeting the magic guide through the dimensions and tangent universes, named Fos, Adam decided to make his first and great adventure. The end of the adventure would make Adam even more amazed.
 
 

 
Chapter 1
(meeting the guide)
​

​Adam was up at the bar, his date had asked for a pint of Guinness, but he preferred Apple cider, that was a really weird choice for a young man of twenty.
“Here”, Adam said to Lisa.
“Well, looks like the pub has nothing to eat, only chips.”  
“It’s not a big deal”, Lisa said indifferently. She was tired of Adam and showing of being not interested in him anymore by her whole appearance.
‘You said your parents are originally from Hertfordshire?”, Adam never stoped talking trying to smooth over the awkward silence.
“Exactly.”
“Well, what it’s like over there now, does the weather much different from ours?”
Looking the other way Lisa did give any answers on his question. Adam was sitting with the polite and ridiculous smile of a well-brought up boy on his face, though he has no sympathy for this lady.
“I have to go, thanks for the drink”, said drily Lisa and got up without even looking at Adam. Adam stayed behind the desk, his facial expression changed to his normal, everyday face and he wondered, as he slowly drank his cider, why he was doing all this - everything. It didn’t make any sense. He got up and went up the stairs to the bathroom.  Adam washed his face with ice-cold water and depressing thoughts came inside his head.
“Bad day, buddy?”, Asked someone from the cabin
“Excuse me?”
Suddenly a man of African descent and sunny smile got out the cabin and said,
“Well, Adam, how long are you going to burn the time I gave you for a one-day girls?”
“How do you know my name? What the hell is going on here?”
“I know you very well, Adam. I know what you are dreaming about, you long for meeting a romantic person like you are. You dream to meet an adventuress”.
 
A hundred images crossed Adam's mind. It couldn’t possible, he thought - he was in a movie. What should I say to this phreak? How did he know my name? Perhaps I just should turn around and walk away. But he had hit the nail on the head!
“Who are you?”, Adam asked with a wabble in his voice.
“Never mind.  What’s important is how you are going to meet your anima in this hick town? Why does a man looking for his soul mate at the place he was born, when the whole world is open to him?! It is not enough just to vibrate at the same frequency with your dream, but you have to make the efforts and do what your soul craves to find it”.     
“Easy to say.”
“What’s stopping you? Is it money? It’s not a big deal. Epic love helps those who are at risk”.
“I don’t believe my soul mate exists. That only happens in movies or books and I made my peace with that long time ago”.
“Don't lie to me. You still believe but you are afraid to be disappointed and fail again.
“Back off, man”, Adam tried to get out of the bathroom, but the door wouldn't open.
“Adam, you were looking in the wrong place. Tried the wrong women. And you know it”.
“What sort of trick is this?!”, Adam shouted aggressive.
“No tricks. I'm offering you a chance to change your life entirely. So, I came in person because this is your last chance”.
“And there were many others?”, Adam gave a hum of sarcasm.
“Naturally. I have given you the signs and hints, but alas, you are just too die-hard”.
“Why have you come here now? Why do you care about me and my happiness?”
“You are so complicated man”.
 Then the odious man of African descent snapped his fingers and Adam passed out.
 
 
Picture

Chapter 2
 (Adam’s adventure begins)
​

​“Screw you, phreak? What have you done to me?!”
I was on my way to Bonnybridge, a godforsaken town in Scotland, and perhaps I was crazy or tired of this downcast routine that I haven’t get off at the first stop. There is a lot of dullness in the world and it’s very boring, I guess this was the only reason that psycho had getting what he wanted.  Moreover, my semester ended, the holidays have begun, and I still have nothing to do. My relationship with my parents was really awful, I have no friends and no plans for the summer.
It was drizzling outside, and our bus was moving slowly deeper into the country.
I slept for six hours, waking near the entrance to Edinburgh, because I had to get from the capital of the Scott by myself.
My stomach was crudely empyty, and only dubious kebab houses were opened at night, so I decided to fill the stomach with the old banana left in my backpack. Why did I decide to go to Bonnybridge at night? Perhaps the reason was that I wasn’t sleepy. But that didn't matter because ten minutes later I was in a taxi.

Chapter 3
(Adam goes to the other world)
​

​Here you are, the Bonnybridge. Maybe a gang of that psycho is waiting for me to oversell my organs or myself to the illegal market, Adam, stop it!
I went through all the houses exuberant titled motels. Everything was closed.
It wouldn't be surprised for me that town have ever worked after four p.m, ha.
So, I would have to sleep in this well-managed wheat field, this would even be romantic if I had my anima near me... I decided to go this crazy adventure just to find her.
Adam fell into a deep asleep, never noticing the bright outrage in the night sky with millions of stars.
 

​Chapter 4
(Adam spits on everything and returns to Birmingham)
 

​Direct sunlight woke Adam up, the sun was burning hot. The soft hearted- looking farmer wished him good morning and asked what Adam was doing here.
“Excuse me sir, is it your field?”
“Yes, you are right, but you have nothing to worry, what are you doing here, son? You are definitely not from around here”.
“That’s pretty much to the point, sir! I'm a tourist came from Birmingham”.
“A tourist? What are you going to see here, son?”, the old man asked laughing heartily.
Adam felt embarrassed, but the silence was broken by his companion:
“You know what? Come to my house for breakfast, Margaret will be glad to a visitor from her native land. Although it's noon, and as the Americans say, let's have brunch!”
“With pleasure, sir”. Adam got this stick feeling in the pit of his stomach in full.
At lunch John and Margaret told a few stories about the city: they say there was a secret alien base nearby. Their goats gone missing all the time, according to John. And Margaret added about the weird outrage all around.
Was there anything else that can entertain a man in the middle of nowhere, I thought. Just sit here and listen such stories. And probably that African, more likely, was a mentally sick man. And who was I, a low-grade defective man who listened to the psycho?
“Thank you so much for your hospitality, but I think I should go”.
“Where are you going, son?”, Margaret asked.
“Further to the North”.
I didn't want to say I was going back. This would made me look ridiculous.
“We are always glad to travelers, you can come and pick for a cup of tea on the way back”, John said.
“Very well, of course. Thank you again.”
At the bus stop I moved in circles like a lion in a cage. Why the hell did I come here? Why, Adam, what for?! If you were hungry for the troubles you'd rather stay in Edinburgh. But no, you listened to the crazy “chocolate bunny” and what for?! The arrived bus interrupted the process of self-reproach.

 

Chapter 5
(Adam was quite shocked by the whole thing)
​

​Adam tried to open the door to his rented apartment and suddenly found it locked from the inside. He thought that it was a mistake, he pushed the door again. And suddenly the door opened.
“Jesus Christ!”, exclaimed Adam. Suddenly the African appeared behind him and grabbed him by the shoulders.
“Calm down, Adam, calm down.”
“Don't touch me!”, Adam pushed him away.
“Calm down, please.
“Who the hell are you?! What kind of a joke is that?!Am I crazy?!”
“Adam, it's you, or rather, it's your counterpart from the tangent universe I knocked him out, so he can't see and perceive us.”
“Who are you, damn it?”
“But don't use the foul language and don’t talk about my dead mother. My name is Fos, and I am a traveler between the worlds, you know, some kind of guardian.”
“Do you mean I'm in the tangent universe? Madness!”
“Yes, from the moment you fell asleep in Bonnybridge yesterday, my Outrage transported you into this world. Which, by the way, you didn't even notice, and she was very offended. You have to work with her together, so I strongly advise you to extend to her every courtesy.”
“Work?! With her, with you?! Over what?! “
“We will send you on an adventure through the worlds so that you can find your soul mate. Not all of the people are given the chance to do this, Adam.”
“Why should I listen to some psycho?”
“Look at your apartment.”
Adam went inside and saw dirt everywhere, slices of pizza on the floor. The stench was all over the room. And the alternative Adam himself was overgrown, unkempt, fat and smelly.
“Oh my God, is that me?!”
“Yes, Adam. This world is identical to ours and the reason you look like that is your refusal to go on my adventure. Your adventure.”
Adam stood in silence for a long time, breathing in the miasma of his possible life, then said,
“I agree. What should I do?”
 

Chapter 6
(Adams goes to the other world)
​

​This time the Outrage took him to another location. Alternative Cornuall. Emptiness. Why were there no roads and cars? Was it the outrage petty revenge? Left me in the middle of the forest.
Adam had walked so long that it was already dark. But suddenly he saw the lights in the middle of the forest, he ran to meet them and took quick blow to the back of the head.
Once he came to, he found that strange half-naked people surrounded him. Their dress looked like Hawaiian national dress. My God, the women were dresses only in Tapa skirts and their breast were undressed! The men wore loincloths and rectangular capes that fell over one shoulder and were knotted on the back side. Instead of shoes, these people used sandals made of leaves. It looked like I left Queen's land.
“Excuse me, do you speak English? My name is Adam.”
Suddenly all the local looky-loos made way for the man in the raincoat. I guess this man was their chief. But as soon as I looked at him, I was in shock as I had been than the first time. There was just me in front of me but from the parallel universe. Fos sure has well developed sense of humour.
“Who are you?”, said the other me smiling.
“My name is Adam and I'm from the parallel universe.”
“You're me?”
“Yes and no. It is difficult to explain. Please, tell me, where am I?”
“You're with the Halligan tribe. I am the chief of the tribe – Adam.”
“Why does Britain look different? Where is the progress and technology, where is the castles and huts at least?”
“I have no idea, what do you mean, my brother. We live by the spiritual principles. There is no any buildings or constructions. We live in harmony with Mother Earth.”
Adam was getting nervous and, in his head, he called for the Outrage to take him from here. I didn’t seem to be able to find my anima here. It was crazy world, the Outrage, where are you!
“The great gods sent you to us, Adam. Now, you're my brother. All mine is yours. Halligan tribe can you hear me?! The gods have sent to you the second chief!”
Everyone around me began to cheer, shouting strange and odd impressions the meaning I haven’t understood yet. But there was a girl I noticed. She was standing opposite Adam. She was so perfect. She just was watching me from the sidelines and smiling playful. The Outrage, I guess there is a sense to look for my anima here.
 

Chapter 7
(Adam takes the decision does he like this world or not)
​

​Adam sat by one of the fires, eating a delicious rabbit, while he was surrounded by all the local beauties. Each of them wanted to belong to a new leader. The chief’s woman was inviolable according the hierarchy of the Halligan tribe. But any other female was available to the chief at any time of the day or night. Adam, as a twenty-first-century man who was also some crusty romantic, didn't like it at all. Though he certainly didn't show it.
Every Halligan enjoyed life, the whole meaning of their existence consisted in dancing and chants, they slept around the fires at night and the chief's entourage-warriors whom he hunted the game was guarded the perimeter.
Adam remembered that one of those warriors had knocked him out at the first day. But suddenly the girl of the alternate Adam came to the fire and took the traveler by the hand. She led him into the depths of the grove, the place the light of the fires didn’t not penetrate.
"Hey, where are we going?"
"Have some fun," she said, with mischievous smile.
"What about the other Adam?"
"It's all yours, remember?"
Adam was all sweaty, and her undress breast... she was a kind of women that there were no forces to resist - a leggy goddess with a beautiful, ideal form of the goddess Aphrodite, unbelievable elegant tournure and a tiny waist. And her face –was magical: delicate features, large eyes looked like a sapphire. It looked like the universe looking at him through them. He got turned on.
“What is your name?”
“Meadow”
“What’s a wonderful name!”
“My parents gave me that mane. I was maned after the emerald field they coupled for the first time.
“It sounds romantic…”
“Why are you wearing so many clothes? Take it off. And she began kiss his neck gently, simultaneously caressing his private place by hand. Adam had indescribable rapture, but he managed.
"Meadow, I don't know you at all, I can't…”
“Here, in our world, people get to know each other through by the union of the bodies, what about yours?”
“No ... the process of communication takes long time, at first, we tell each other some unimportant things and only then we are sharing our deepest feeling.”
"We always can try your way, but now let me try mine."
Meadow pulled off his pants rapidly and went down on her knees. Adam shivered.
After a while, blushed and smiley Meadow, ran out of the tousles. Adam was angry, like a dark cloud, followed her. He clearly didn't like this world, the world of hedonism and lustful desires.
In the evening, Adam was lying near the fire, called the Outrage: “Take me away from here, please. I hope to be at a place more like my world.”
 

Chapter 8
(Adam finds himself in the parallel Bournemouth town)
​

​Adam woke up in the next world, he wished. It was Britain. He was inside Russell-Cotes Art Gallery & Museum of the resort town of Bournemouth.
Suddenly he heard the voices of the guardians:
“It’s another drunk man. Call the cops, Anthony”, Rick said.
“No, please, I don't remember how I got here.”
"What do you remember, young man?” Anthony asked.
"I remember that we have celebrated my birthday, Silas got me drunk all night. Damn Silas! Sorry, guys, I even haven’t any money in my pocket.”
“Can we let him go, Rick? The guy had a birthday yesterday. He's doing well if still trying to have fun and looks cheerful.”
 Rick made some sound but opened the front door.
“Thank you, a lot!”
Adam was sitting on the beach running as far away as possible from the Museum. A pleasant sea breeze freshened his face.
The water was still cold, it should not go for a swim. “What should I do in this world, where should I go? People are only interested in money, money and debauch. Why are all the people of my home world so mercantilistic and boring? Most of the people are blank. The hight point of happiness, for some one, is to buy an expensive car and a huge house. How can I find my anima among that women?”
But suddenly someone called him:
“Hello, Adam”, Fos said
“What’s wrong?”
Fos sat down beside him on the sand:
"Oh, no, I just have a spare moment. And I went to check, how are you?  The Outrage said you didn't like the world of spiritual Britain?”
“I hadn’t seen anything spiritual over there”
“What are you going to do now?”
“You tell me, Fos. This is all part of your plan. What should I do next?”
“Hey, Hey. Slow down, buddy. I just have led you, but only you can make a decision which of the world you are going to look for the anima, that’s why you work directly with the Outrage.
"What kind of world is this?"
“There is no independent Britain. The country is a part of the Confederation of Western countries and leading by the all-American States of Americas.
"Excuse me?!”
“After World war II, in this world, China, North Korea, Vietnam and Cuba had joined the Union of Soviet Socialist Republics. Not to mention some countries such as Africa, Latin America and Eastern Europe. In turn, America created the Confederation of free world countries, and Britain, Western Europe, Scandinavia, Canada, Australia and other countries had joined to this.”
Adam stared at him completely confused.
"Oh, Adam, this dimension is the most logical among the others.”
“Why the Soviet Union did not break up in 1991 as it happened in our world?”
“A young and full of initiative Kazakh man supported Gorbachev's reforms and he became the second President of the USSR after Gorbachev. Plus, this incarnation of the Soviet Union did not have the problems that were in your world.”
"Tell me, is there a cold war on in this world?"
"No, it's hot war on.”
And then the flew military fighters flew right over their heads in the direction of the English Channel. Only then Adam noticed the hundreds of naval warships far away on the horizon.
"Fos, let the Outrage take me out of this world for good...!”
But the African was gone, leaving Adam alone on the beach. And Adam noticed emptiness everything around.
 

Chapter 9
(Adam meets Phoebe)
​

​Adam was walking slowly along the sea front when he saw a pretty girl looking in the binocular glasses. She was obviously watching those ships. Adam was curious, he came closer.
“Excuse me, are you watching the ships?"
“Yes," she said dryly, without taking her eyes off the ships.
"How long has the war going on? And what was the reason the war began?”
“Young man, this is not the best way to meet ladies. I'm engaged, " she said while looking in the binocular glasses.
Adam actually noticed the neat wedding ring on her finger. Somehow Adam wasn’t backing down. He wanted to get the answers.
“Miss, I ‘m serious. I do know nothing.
Finally, she lowered the binoculars and looked at Adam, unable to hide her disgust.
Oh, you are treacherous cunt. And you dare still following me?! I see your leg's fine now!”
And then she suddenly kicked Adam in the cods. He doubled over the pain.
“Crazy! What the hell for? What did I do or say to you?”
"Don't even pretend, Adam.”
"Do you know me?"
“Unfortunately, I do.”
The girl walked away from Adam faster. Adam sat down on the road, still holding his tender bits. “It seemed to me people don’t like me in this world.... But I want to know what's going on.”       Adam ran after the girl.
“I'm sorry, miss, I'm not the man you think I am!”
"Leave me alone, Adam!"
"Yes, I am Adam, but not the Adam you knew. Stop for a second! Let me explain everything to you!”
"There's nothing to explain. People don't change, especially so bastards like you!”
Adam grabbed her for elbow, thereby stopping her:
“Listen, I do not know what is your name and what’s bad the alternative me could do to you, but that was not me. Have you ever known about the parallel university?”
“Poor Adam, you lost your mind,” she said pointedly.
"I’m serious. I can prove it.”
"Let me go!"
The Outrage, can you transfer us to this world but to another place? For example, in Plymouth, please.
A bright outrage of light covered the sea front. Adam and the girl found themselves on the same sea front, but in Plymouth. Adam fell on his back and the girl on top of him.     
“What happened?!! Where are we?!!”, the girl shouted.
“Calm down, I a traveler through the worlds. We were transferred to Plymouth; you are still in your world.”
“Oh, my God! It’s impossible!”
The girl was getting hysterical. Adam decided to bring her back here and now by slapping her butt.   “She does dislike me, I hope she won’t be angry.” The girl wasn’t slow and went at Adam with her fists.
“You are bastard! Scoundrel!”
"Please, calm down. I just want to talk.”
After a little brawl, in which Adam mostly pulled away. They were finally able to sit up and catch their breath.   
"So, there are the other worlds?”, she asked softly.
“Yes. And I came from one of those word. By the way what's your name?"
“Phoebe. And you, obviously, Adam?”
 “Yeah.”
“You look less sporty than my Adam.”
 “Tell me more about him.”
“He's my brother.”
“Oh my God! Are you Harry and Janet's daughter?”
“Yes", Phoebe said sadly.
Suddenly she began sobbing and then just carrying on.
“They died, and my older brother Adam left me all alone, he just gone. He didn’t even join the army, kicked out by pleading his bad leg. He even took away my best friend by sleeping with her and cheating on her. She got pregnant and he dumped her.         I hate this asshole.”
“Oh ...”
“Exactly, Oh.”
“I don't have a sister in my world.”
“Tell me, are you an asshole, Adam?”
“"I hope I’m not”, Adam murmured.
“It’s good. Please, be good.”
“How old are you Phoebe, that you're already married?”
“Nineteen. He left to fight, so we decided that it may be our last chance to get engage.”
“You agreed to this knowing he might never come back to you?”
“I do love him.”
“So, I'm looking for my soul mate…”
Adam nodded. They were talking about everything for a long time.
Phoebe finally got the brother of her dreams and Adam got a little sister.
He wanted to take her with him, but she refused. She was in love. She was waiting for her beloved one.
Picture

​

Chapter 10
(Adam talks to Fos)
​

​Adam had left his sister's world. He pressed the Outrage to arrange a meeting with Fos. Adam waited for Fos eating his cheeseburger and washed it down with lemonade. The meeting was held in Adam's home world, in the same place Adam met Lisa.
“Why do you want to see me?”
“I need answers, Fos.”
Fos sat down silently next to Adam holding a cup of Americano.
“What kind of answers?”
“which has influence for the difference between the worlds, why are they all so different?        Why isn’t Phoebe in my world? And if there are so many parallel universities how would I know which one my anima is in? It’s impossible running all these thousands of dimensions, I don't have that much time for it. What principle the Outrage does choose the world for me?”
“You’ve asked so many questions, Adam, but I'll try to explain. You know, I don't remember the exact number of the worlds currently existing. Look, every decision you make creates an alternate reality for you, a new branch of the events. You are able to create about a hundred or three hundred worlds for your entire life. In turn, the reality you live in is only one of the offshoots of your parents. For example, in one of the offshoots your parents did meet, get married and decide to have children. Yes, Adam, somewhere in the world you don’t exist, somewhere your father loves men more that women. There are so many options.”
“Ok, I got the idea.”
“Now, can you imagine that great men make any decisions. Each of the decision creates something new, a completely new parallel world. And the history took different course. It can be something crazy and doesn’t seem like the world you live in.”
“And how can you get to the bottom of the multiverse, explain it, from a scientific point of view?”
“Ha, your commoners haven't come near to that yet. Although “string theory” carried a grain of knowledge, but you are still far from understanding the laws of the Universe. Your laws of physics are absurd. I say one thing: The Outrage can manipulate electromagnetic waves, completely controlling the space and time around. Reality itself is available to me.”
“What about my anima? You still haven’t given me the answer.”
 "Everything takes their course. Trust me, Adam.”
 After finishing his coffee, Fos was gone. Adam continued to finish his burger but without appetite.

​Chapter 11
(London)
 

​This time the Outrage left Adam in a world almost identical to ours. But with a small difference – here Adam Newton was a lonely but great Director, a genius of world cinema, three Oscars winner. London was not the wisest but a very interesting choice.
While Adam was in the subway nobody paid attention to him. But as soon as he walked around Camden, people around him started to pester: "Excuse sir, selfie please. I'm a huge fan of you." someone brazenly tried to shoot without Adam's permission, someone even tried to touch him. Adam got in the nearest Steakhouse to avoid all this mess, he thought that the security personnel just simply wouldn’t allow to harass him. He ordered a deep-fried ribeye and vegetables, Chinese green tea and a bottle of water. Adam had a habit, his mother helped to for, drink a glass of water half an hour before a meal and drinking only hot tea afterwards. During the meal, a beautiful girl with a short-cropped hair sat down to him. He was going to say no selfie, but she started first:
“I don't want anything to do with you, Mr. Newton. I'm a devoted fan of yours your arrival is secret. You are currently busy in full shooting the movie in New Zealand”
“Yes” Adam said angry, he always was angry when somebody prevented him eating.
“Let me help you to conceal you from these looky-loos", she said smiling.
“How will you do it?”
“I live one block away.”
Here, we were going to her apartment. Why did I go with her? Maybe she’s my anima. But I haven’t felt anything.
We went up to her and she went to make tea. The apartment was cozy, tastefully furnished. A huge statue of Buddha stands right next to the door. She had a smell of something charming, something like verbena. She had a smell sweet!
“Here you go, Mr. Newton” she said, extending the cup.
“Just Adam," I said smiling.
She stared into my eyes.
“What's your name?”
“Alice”
“What a beautiful name.”
Alice blushed and sat down on the couch, inviting me to do the same.
“I dreamed to meet you all my life. I owed you only for "Brave brothers". This movie saved my life, literally. Let me thank you…”
Adam was speechless. That moments he just got paralyzed, not knowing what to do. How could I stop it? Here, have it?
Alice had already taken off her shirt and jeans, pulling off her long socks she looked at Adam coquettishly. Having noticed that Adam was nervous she leaned and whispered, “Don't be afraid, I'll do it myself. Just enjoy it.”
 
Picture

Chapter 12
(at Alice’s house)
​

​In the morning Adam woke up first, naked Alice was lying on his front. Adam didn't know how to get up without waking her up. So, he had to stay in the bad for a couple of hours until Alice tossed and felt off him.
“Good morning”, Alice whispered softly.
“Hi”, Adam said embarrassed.
“What are we going to do today?”
What are we going to do? I don't even know her. And all that have happened yesterday...
While Adam was too busy with his thought, Alice got up, washed her face, and went to make breakfast. Adam laid and staring at the ceiling. After a while, Alice came, wore him panties and said tender:
“Let's go eat.”
 We had eggs with bacon, beans and granola.
“Thank you very much, Alice. It was tasty”
“I'm glad,” she said sweetly.
Adam was going to wash his face, but Alice stopped him.
“I know you're alone, Adam, I will be only yours ... I will do everything you want. I'm a man of my word. Just help me to be a movie star. This is my cherished dream, but no one ever believed and does not believe in me. I will take any role and spank you in the interval between my shooting. We can live together, I'll take care of you, Adam. I'm not a shallow or mediocrity, Adam, I was studying theatre department for three years.”
“I can see that. You performed perfectly”, Adam said sadly.
“What can I say?”, Alice asked smiling.
 Adam took a breath and went to get dressed. Alice stood up quickly and followed him:
“What's wrong, Adam? Pagged wrong, didn’t it? I just had a hard day.”
“Alice, you did great. But I can’t help you with the best my will. I can’t explain it, but it’s impossible. And if I can help I would do it without all your pretended vulgarity.”
“I gave myself to you, Adam. Are you turning your back off me?”, she cried.
“I'm sorry...”
The Outrage took Adam, and an angry Alice stayed where she was.
 

​Chapter 13
(fairyland)
 

​Sitting in the clearing, Adam felt annoyed, so he decided to chat with the Outrage, although he knew that it would be only a monologue:
“I don’t believe my anima exists. May be she died before I was born, or she will be born in eighty years. And nobody knows where.
Adam plucked a yellow dandelion and lay down on narcissus carpet. The clearing smelled so wonderful that you could smell thyme and clover, lilac and mint. How was that possible, Adam wondered? They can't grow around all at once. Suddenly a young girl came up to him holding a cast-iron teapot with a little man nest to her holding the small cups.
“Hello, Adam”, said the girl apparently looks like a fox.
“Hi. Who are you?”
“The Outrage sent us, she said you feel sad”
“Does the Outrage have friends?”
“She was a small girl before Mr. Fos took her from here. You're in our home world.”
“What kind of world is this?”
Unusual birds flew over his head and the sky seemed bluer than usual.
“The writers of your dimension often came here for inspiration. Everything that was going here they call “magic” but Mr. Fos thinks there is an explanation for all of it.”
“Is it the world Fos’s native world?”
“Oh, no, dear Adam. Mr. Fosse's dimension is a big mystery. It's better not to talk about it” she whispered.
Adam was curious, but he did not contradict the good girl, who had already poured the tea.
“Did you like the tea?’ the girl asked timidly. 
“It’s very delicious”, Adam smiled.
She smiled in response. It was so beautiful and sincere smile Adam have ever seen.
“Tell me, what's your name?”, Adam asked.
“Chantrel”
“I haven’t heard this name before”
“Is that bad?”, she asked with genuine concern.
“No, it's so nice”, Adam said and blushed.
Chantrel was embarrassed too. Suddenly the little man being invisible all this time, muttered something to himself and left.
“Did I hurt him?”
“No, you didn’t.”
“He just worried about me.”
“Worried, why?”
“That you shall break my heart.”
There was really awkward silence and Adam decided to brighten it up with a completely innocuous question that he was going to hear a negative answer:
“Tell me, can you fly here?”
The girl smiled:
“Not at all.                                  Come on I’ll show you.”        
 
 

 
Chapter 14
(anima)
​

​Neither the Outrage nor the Fos didn’t know what Adam and Cantrell were do being together. But Adam would look back on the time here warmly and smiling. He might even wonder if it was his anima.
But then the Outrage threw Adam into another world, this time he woke up in the middle of a football field, warm summer night. The mighty oaks and weeping willows were surrounded the field. A rivulet was running through there and it seemed that there was no better place for children to play and have fun.
“Is it some kind of fairy-tale world that has a sharp contrast to the stinking reality?”, Adam asked sarcastically, but as always, he did receive the answer. answer.
He wandered to into the light of the city lights, finding that this world was an identical copy of his home dimension. Or almost identical.
The time been like a chewing gum – slowly and boring, no one else transferred or even contacted Adam. He was abandoned in the world where he wasn't even born. Without documents, without money and without any plan to live. He had to get a job as a Barista in a coffee shop.
“Good afternoon”, Adam said for the hundredth time to the client.
“Hi”, said the beautiful redhead smiling.
Something clicked for Adam's chest and he froze, staring at her. She laughed. Adam was embarrassed and asked what she want to order. "Matcha-latte, please” - an unusual order of real connoisseurs. Adam fell in love.
When the order was ready, Adam asked his coworker to replace him and went after his new love.
“Here it is, Fos! You were right!” he thought.
“Excuse me!", Adam said.
“Yes?”, she said, taking out her ear pod.
“Do you believe in parallel universities?”
“What?”, she giggled.
“I'm quite serious, do you know how many worlds I've traveled just to meet you? I was long journey and it was worth it!”
“Is that the way you want to ask for my phone number? You may say “you.”
“Yes, I ask... and Yes, of course!”
“"Zero, seventy-seven…”
Adam returned to his rented room happy, truly happy. This was he was looking for! Life started shining with new colors, the little things began to bring joy to Adam: the breeze, the sun, and even his sagging soft bed which he plopped down from a jump.
 
 
 
Picture

Chapter 15
(Lily)
​

​She introduced herself to Adam as Lily. They quickly began dating. Romantic meeting. Passionate kisses. There was no limit to Adam's exaltation. They spent warm summer nights at the place where Adam came to this world - beautiful football field. He and Lily talked about everything beginning their childhood ending their favorite gum. It seemed to Adam that at last he had become complete, had found meaning and the other half of his troubled soul. Lily didn't believe his stories that he came out a parallel dimension. All the time Adam told about it she only joked about his's wild fantasy and he didn't insist on being right. He was happy enough.
 

Chapter 16
(just Lily)
​

​One night, tormented by insomnia, Adam decided to go out for a walk on the field. “How beautiful life is!      “, Adam thought. “Thank you, Fos!”
Walking across the field, he saw shadow of two people sitting in the middle of it, at the place where they usually sat with Lily, looking at the stars. He was interested who shared their place and he began screeching to the couple.
Suddenly, he heard Lily's voice. It was definitely she. Adam knew him very well.
“Lily is that you?”, Adam called.
 The laughter and conversation died away.
“Adam?”, Lily asked softly.
“What's going on here? Who are you talking to?”
Nobody answered him.
“Lily, shall I take care of him?”, a bass voice asked.
“No, I can do it myself”
“Take care? Who the hell are you?!”, Adam shouted.
“Calm down, Adam, calm down. You're a very big boy. Didn't you realize that your stories about parallel universities can hold a girl?”
Adam's chest was heaving. He wanted to scream and cry and throw punch at the same time.
“Lily, I thought there were something special between you and me...”
“I’m sorry Adam”
How could she show their place to someone different? The place I had shown to her?! Or maybe it didn't mean anything to her...
“The Outrage, please, take me back home, I've had enough of traveling!”, Adam shouted sadly.
 

Chapter 17
(Adam talks to his neighbor)
​

​Adam returned to his home world, to his musty apartment full of resentment and hatred. He began drink and gone raging drunk.
 Once he heard indecent sounds coming from the neighbor's apartment. Adam was curious and went to the stairwell, he saw two half-naked girls of model appearance come out of a neighbor's apartment, giggling. Adam's neighbor was the Manager of a Turkish restaurant nearby. Not a bad career for a recent university graduate.
“Oh, Adam, are you alive!’, the neighbor said sarcastic.
“I don't think so” Adam said sadly.
“Come in and have a drink. We are neighbors, after all.”
After the second shot of whiskey he told the neighbor his story with Lily, how did it hurt and the neighbor said simply: "True love does not exist, brother, everything is temporary, Adam. Everything you believed in was just a bunch of vanilla books wrote the same romantic slobs. There are no animas, old boy. Everything is much easier and more honest using the service of the hookers. I know exactly how much and how long their "love “for me will last.”
And so, this talk had struck Adam. He was right. Any sympathy passes. Some of them runs faster, and some stretchs but the result is one.
“I don't need a soul mate, I can live alone, damn it!”, Adam thought.

​Chapter 18
(awakening)
 

Fos, in person, was waiting for Adam in his apartment when Adam came.
“Fos?”, Adam was annoyed and surprised.
“Hey, Adam.”
“Look, I don't need your help anymore. Thank you for everything, but I...”
“Hold on”, Fos interrupted
Fos patted Adam's shoulder, smiling.
“Finally, you made that up, buddy.”
“What are you talking about?”, Adam asked confused.
“There are no animas. That it was all nonsense. I couldn't tell you because you wouldn't have listened to me. That’s why I had to show and explain everything using your “mangina” language.
Adam and Fos laughed and talked for a long time then they went together to a strip bar and got the most luxurious dancers.
 
THE END
​
Picture
0 Comments



Leave a Reply.

    Categories

    All
    A. E. WILLIAMS
    ALAN BERGER
    ALEX WOOLF
    ALFREDO SALVATORE ARCILESI
    ALINA CVETKOVA
    AMANDA BRADLEY
    AMBER BRANDAU
    AMBERLYNN BENNETT
    ANITA G. GORMAN
    ANITA HAAS
    ANNA LINDWASSER
    ARYTON WISE
    AYAN DAS
    BARRY VITCOV
    BEK-ATA DANIYAL
    BELINYA BANZE
    BEN GILBERT
    BIJIT SINHA
    BILL CARR
    BILL MESCE
    BILL WILKINSON
    BRAD SHURMANTINE
    BRIAN YEAPLE
    CAITLIN KILLION
    CAITLIN MOORE
    CAROLINE TAYLOR
    CASSANDRA HOERRNER
    C. C. KIMMEL
    CHARLES CONLEY
    CHERYL PENA
    CHITRA GOPALAKRISHNAN
    CHRIS COLLINS
    CHRISTINA REISS
    CHRISTOPHER COSMOS
    CHRISTOPHER JOHNSON
    CINNAMON WARING
    CRYSTAL "CRYS" LOPEZ-RODRIGUEZ
    DAMIAN MAXIMUS
    DAMION HAMILTON
    DAVID LIGHTFOOT
    DAVID POLSHAW
    DAVID ROGERS
    DESTANY TOLBERT
    DOUG HAWLEY
    DR. RICHARD AULT
    ELLIE ROSE MCKEE
    ENDA BOYLE
    ERIC BURBRIDGE
    ERNESTO I. GOMEZ BELLOSO
    FRANCES KOZIAR
    GABRIELLE SILVESTRE
    GARRETT PRANGE
    GARY P. PAVAO
    GEOFFREY HEPTONSTALL
    GEORGE LUBITZ
    GLYNN GERMANY
    HALEY GILMORE
    HANNAH DURHAM
    HARMAN BURGESS
    HAYDEN MOORE
    JAC0B AUSTIN
    JACOB FROMMER
    JACOB VINCENT
    JAMES WRIGHT
    JILL OLSON
    JING "MICHELLE" DONG
    JL WILLING
    J. N. LANG
    JOANNA ACEVEDO
    JOHN F ZURN
    JOHN HARVEY
    JOHN HIGGINS
    JONATHAN FERRINI
    JOSELYN JIMENEZ
    JOSEPH R. DEMARE
    JOSEPH SHARP
    JR.
    JULIA BENALLY
    KARL LUNTTA
    KATALINA BRYANT
    KATE TOUGH
    KEITH BURKHOLDER
    KEMAL ONOR
    KIARA MUNIZ
    KIERAN J. THORNTON
    LAYTON KELLY
    LEISA JENNINGS
    LOUISE WORTHINGTON
    LUIS CASIANO
    LYNDA SIMMONS
    MARY BROWN
    MATTHEW BARNINGER
    MATTHEW MCAYEAL
    MAXWELL STANNARD
    MICKEY J. CORRIGAN
    MICK MCCGRATH
    MIKE LEE
    NATALIE HAMPTON
    NDABA SIBANDA
    PATRICK NEENAN
    PATRICK ROSCOE
    PHYLISS MERION SHANKEN
    PUSHPANJANA KARMAKAR BISWAS
    R. G. ZIEMER
    ROBERT P. BISHOP
    RON RIEKKI
    ROSS MAYO JR
    R.R. UNDERSUN
    RUDOLFO SAN MIGUEL
    RUTH Z. DEMING
    SAVONTE HICKS
    SEAN FISHER
    SEAN WAYMAN
    SHAN BAE
    SHELDON MCCARTHY
    SHEVLIN SEBASTIAN
    STEPHEN FAULKNER
    STEVEN PELCMAN
    THOMAS ELSON
    TINA STAGER
    TOBIAS ROBBINS
    TOM UKINSKI
    TYHI CONLEY
    VICTORIA ANN MALONEY
    VICTORIA NAVA
    VON BOLO
    WENDY BENDLER
    WU ALLAH-FERNANDEZ
    XIAOCHEN SU
    ZACK MURPHY

    RSS Feed

Powered by Create your own unique website with customizable templates.
  • HOME
    • PRIVACY POLICY
    • ABOUT
    • SUBMISSIONS
    • PARTNERS
    • CONTACT
  • 2022
    • ANNIVERSARY
    • JANUARY >
      • POEMS
      • SHORT-STORIES
      • NON-FICTION
  • 2021
    • ANNIVERSARY
    • JANUARY >
      • POEMS
      • SHORT-STORIES
      • NON-FICTION
    • FEBRUARY & MARCH >
      • POEMS
      • SHORT-STORIES
      • NON-FICTION
    • APR-MAY-JUN-JUL >
      • POEMS
      • SHORT-STORIES
      • NON-FICTION
      • ART
    • AUG-SEP >
      • POEMS
      • SHORT-STORIES
      • NON-FICTION
    • OCTOBER >
      • POEMS
      • SHORT-STORIES
      • NON-FICTION
    • NOV & DEC >
      • POEMS
      • SHORT-STORIES
      • NON-FICTION
  • 2020
    • DECEMBER >
      • POEMS
      • SHORT-STORIES
      • NON-FICTION
    • AUG-SEP-OCT-NOV >
      • POEMS
      • SHORT-STORIES
      • NON-FICTION
    • JULY >
      • POEMS
      • SHORT-STORIES
      • NON-FICTION
    • JUNE >
      • POEMS
      • SHORT-STORIES
      • NON-FICTION
    • MAY >
      • POEMS
      • SHORT-STORIES
      • NON-FICTION
    • APRIL >
      • POEMS
      • SHORT-STORIES
      • NON-FICTION
    • MARCH >
      • POEMS
      • SHORT-STORIES
      • NON-FICTION
    • FEBRUARY >
      • POEMS
      • SHORT-STORIES
      • NON-FICTION
    • JANUARY >
      • POEMS
      • SHORT-STORIES
      • NON-FICTION
    • ANNIVERSARY
  • 2019
    • DECEMBER >
      • POEMS
      • SHORT-STORIES
      • NON-FICTION
    • NOVEMBER >
      • POEMS
      • SHORT-STORIES
      • NON-FICTION
    • OCTOBER >
      • POEMS
      • SHORT-STORIES
      • NON-FICTION
    • SEPTEMBER >
      • POEMS
      • SHORT-STORIES
      • NON-FICTION
    • AUGUST >
      • POEMS
      • SHORT-STORIES
      • NONFICTION
      • ART
    • JULY 2019 >
      • POEMS
      • SHORT-STORIES
      • NON-FICTION
    • JUNE 2019 >
      • POEMS
      • SHORT-STORIES
      • NON-FICTION
    • ANNIVERSARY ISSUE >
      • SPECIAL DECEMBER >
        • ENGLISH
        • ROMANIAN
  • ARCHIVES
    • SHOWCASE
    • 2016 >
      • JAN&FEB 2016 >
        • Poems
        • Prose >
          • Essays
          • Short-Stories & Series
          • Non-Fiction
      • MARCH 2016 >
        • Poems
        • Short-Stories & Series
        • Essays & Interviews
        • Non-fiction
        • Art
      • APRIL 2016 >
        • Poems
        • Prose
      • MAY 2016 >
        • Poems
        • Short-Stories
        • Essays & Reviews
      • JUNE 2016 >
        • Poems
        • Short-Stories
        • Reviews & Essays & Non-Fiction
      • JULY 2016 >
        • Poems
        • Short-Stories
        • Non-Fiction
      • AUGUST 2016 >
        • Poems Aug 2016
        • Short-Stories Aug 2016
        • Non-fiction Aug 2016
      • SEPT 2016 >
        • Poems Sep 2016
        • Short-Stories Sep 2016
        • Non-fiction Sep 2016
      • OCT 2016 >
        • Poems Oct 2016
        • Short-Stories Oct 2016
        • Non-Fiction Oct 2016
      • NOV 2016 >
        • POEMS NOV 2016
        • SHORT-STORIES NOV 2016
        • NONFICTION NOV 2016
      • DEC 2016 >
        • POEMS DEC 2016
        • SHORT-STORIES DEC 2016
        • NONFICTION DEC 2016
    • 2017 >
      • ANNIVERSARY EDITION 2017
      • JAN 2017 >
        • POEMS
        • SHORT-STORIES
        • NONFICTION
      • FEB 2017 >
        • POEMS
        • SHORT-STORIES
        • NON-FICTION
      • MARCH 2017 >
        • POEMS
        • SHORT-STORIES
        • NON-FICTION
      • APRIL 2017 >
        • POEMS
        • SHORT-STORIES
        • NON-FICTION
      • MAY 2017 >
        • POEMS
        • SHORT-STORIES
        • NON-FICTION
      • JUNE 2017 >
        • POEMS
        • SHORT-STORIES
        • NON-FICTION
      • JULY 2017 >
        • POEMS
        • SHORT-STORIES
        • NON-FICTION
      • AUG 2017 >
        • POEMS
        • SHORT-STORIES
        • NON-FICTION
        • PLAY
      • SEPT 2017 >
        • POEMS
        • SHORT-STORIES
        • NONFICTION
      • OCT 2017 >
        • POEMS
        • SHORT-STORIES
        • NONFICTION
      • NOV 2017 >
        • POEMS
        • SHORT-STORIES
        • NONFICTION
      • DEC 2017 >
        • POEMS
        • SHORT-STORIES
        • NONFICTION
    • 2018 >
      • JAN 2018 >
        • POEMS
        • SHORT-STORIES
        • NONFICTION
      • FEB-MAR-APR 2018 >
        • POEMS
        • SHORT-STORIES
        • NON-FICTION
      • MAY 2018 >
        • POEMS
        • SHORT-STORIES
        • NON-FICTION
      • JUNE 2018 >
        • POEMS
        • SHORT-STORIES
        • NONFICTION
      • JULY 2018 >
        • POEMS
        • SHORT-STORIES
        • NONFICTION
      • AUG 2018 >
        • POEMS
        • SHORT-STORIES
        • NONFICTION
      • SEP 2018 >
        • POEMS
        • SHORT-STORIES
        • NONFICTION
      • OCT 2018 >
        • POEMS
        • SHORT-STORIES
        • NON-FICTION
      • NOV-DEC 2018 >
        • POEMS
        • SHORT-STORIES
        • NON-FICTION
      • ANNIVERSARY 2018
    • 2019 >
      • JAN 2019 >
        • POEMS
        • SHORT-STORIES
        • NONFICTION
      • FEB 2019 >
        • POEMS
        • SHORT-STORIES
        • NON-FICTION
      • MARCH-APR 2019 >
        • POEMS
        • SHORT-STORIES
        • NON-FICTION
      • MAY 2019 >
        • POEMS
        • SHORT-STORIES
        • NON-FICTION
  • BOOKSHOP
  • RELEASES
  • INTERVIEWS
  • REVIEWS