Could it be that living with an artist was even worse? by Bogdan Dragos

A woman with hot pink dreadlocks screaming and pulling her hair in frustration
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“I’ve seen people on

their death beds

more alive

than you,” she said. “The

day my grandpa


I’ve seen more life

than in your room. At least

he fought back, he

wanted to keep death

away for

as long as possible. He

was 87,

and you’re in your twenties,

looking like

you’re not only inviting

death to take

you, but

downright begging it!

What the fuck’s the

matter with


“Uh… I don’t

know,” he said

“And that’s your

answer to everything!”

“Well, it’s


“Ah, take a good look

at yourself. But

what am I saying, you

sleep 18 hours

a day

and spend the rest in

bed. It’s a wonder

you even

remember your name.”

He thought for

a bit

and then he asked, “What?”

It shot a flaming

arrow of

pure rage through her

heart. She raised

her hands high

above her head

and screamed, curled the hands

into fists,

and brought them down

on his body under

the blanket.

“Fuckin’ kill yourself


“Uh, maybe later,” he said

And she responded with

another string

of curses

before bowing down,

removing her shoe

and hurling it at

his head

He didn’t even

flinch. Just

scratched his head

at the point of

impact and watched her

burst into tears

and storm out of

the room

with only one shoe

She was alright

She’ll be back. There wasn’t

anywhere else

for her to go. Before

moving in with him

she lived on

the streets

Could it be

that living with an

artist was

even worse? Even the fact

that he had no reaction

at all every time

he woke up

and found her with

other men and young

boys in his house

irked her to

no end

It’s like he

wasn’t even human

It’s been two and a half

years since he

published his work

and still lived on

royalties. He hadn’t

produced anything else

since then

Every time she thought


his lack of human features

she wanted to

punch herself in the


just to knock out

those teeth she

implanted with money taken

from him

But then she’d only remember


just like him

she was also unfit for

human society

Only in a different


She’d go back to her

streets for

a while

until things will cool off

and then

she’ll be back

and maybe pick a few

packs of

instant noodles

and some beer

on the way

at least that

much they

had in common


Bogdan Dragos supervises casinos for a gambling company, working twelve-hour shifts locked in a dark office full of TV monitors. There he mostly daydreams and writes poems and stories. He also manages a poetry blog Daydreaming as a profession.

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20 Comments Add yours

  1. Terveen Gill says:

    Bogdan has captured the essence of a writer through the utter frustration of a woman who sees not a man but a lump of flesh with slow reflexes. This piece made me chuckle and think – are writers really so glum and wrapped up in themselves? I think a shoe to the head would bring a reaction, but maybe the senses were collaborating on a new idea. And if instant noodles and beer are the common factor, then this bond may actually outlast others. Wonderfully wicked!
    Congratulations Bogdan!

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    1. ( •̀ᴗ•́ )و ̑̑ Thank you!

      I guess when you live 97% in your head, and only 3% in real live not even a shoe to the head makes you flinch :)))
      Writers are usually those who live more in their head than anywhere else. The percentage may vary though 🙂

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  2. Wot was his name?………

    Liked by 3 people

    1. ¯\_(⊙︿⊙)_/¯

      Liked by 1 person

    2. ¯\_( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)_/¯


  3. Very interesting read…….

    Liked by 3 people

    1. Thank you, Don! (ʘ‿ʘ)

      Liked by 1 person

  4. Dope Dialogue🤩🥰🤓 love the characters and storyline Well Done⭐️
    🔗Ninth/Ennea Ennea 🔗

    Liked by 4 people

    1. ٩( ^ᴗ^ )۶ Oh, thank you so much!!

      Liked by 1 person

  5. gwengrant says:

    Absolutely love this.

    Liked by 3 people

    1. Thank you, Gwen! (◍•ᴗ•◍)


  6. Daily Poetry says:

    I reside in my head for about 95% It’s nice their, you never have to clean the place up.

    Liked by 3 people

    1. (⁎˃ᆺ˂ ) Oh boy, I sure know that feeling :)))


  7. jonicaggiano says:

    Wow, there are several things I really like about this story. First he was living on his royalties, how I would love to say I was doing that. Also if I am in the zone I don’t like anyone to talk to me, make a sound, or even mess with the lighting. So now I don’t feel that bad, I could be a lot worse. haha Hats off my friend, great writing! I love the photograph Terveen used for your piece too. Big hugs, Joni

    Liked by 3 people

    1. (っ◕‿◕)っ Thank you!

      Welp, as long as you live only with instant noodles and beer, I guess you could live on royalties too (for a bit) 🙂

      Liked by 2 people

      1. jonicaggiano says:

        Good point I have a bit of a finer palette these days. Haha 🦋

        Liked by 1 person

  8. haoyando says:

    Haha, unfit for human society. That’s such a beautiful line. Really.

    Liked by 2 people

    1. ༼つ ◕_◕ ༽つ Thank you! 🙂


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