Nowhere Slow by Bogdan Dragos

Oh God, here she comes again by my window with her dog on a leash and now the noise begins It’s not barking. I wish it was barking but instead it’s crying, making those whimpering sounds children make when they try to hold a cry in The full cry of some creatures is like the…

For Courage by Bogdan Dragos

“Getting drunk to write is stupid,” she said, “not to mention utterly pathetic.” And I said, “Yeah, I agree.” “Good. Then why are you drinking now?” “Well…” Shit, she got me. There was nothing I could say. I didn’t know what the hell I was doing. There was still so much about existence that I…

Wear Gloves if you have to by Bogdan Dragos

funny thing was that they were still kids yet they loved each other much like grown people did They ran behind the barn and behind a haystack and he had his hands wrapped tightly around her neck and squeezed hard and moved like he tried to unscrew something stuck It left some nasty red marks…

Jar of Bugs by Bogdan Dragos

he rides a rusty bike in the cold night sliding like a fish from alley to alley He’s going up the hill again All he’s got on him besides his clothes and the bike is a thermos filled with coffee he got from the vending machine at the mall coffee bought with money earned from…

No Cash, Only Letters by Bogdan Dragos

“Got me a little crowbar and one of them ol’ school ski masks,” she said. “And just before it was about to go down, my pathetic-ass boyfriend punked out of it. I lost all my respect for the guy on that evening. I still love him, yeah. But I no longer respect him. It really…

Glass Shards in the Bloodstream by Bogdan Dragos

she still read random internet articles from time to time and it was in one of them that she found the good news It was below a post titled GOD IS LOVE that she didn’t bother to read the one she did bother to read explained that small shards of glass can enter the body…

Whatsoever things ye ask for when ye pray by Bogdan Dragos

she came out of her house after the heavy rain stopped and walked up to the bridge and leaned forward over the rail and watched the turbid river flowing by, disappearing with infinite length below her feet The rail was wet and she wiped it with a few tissues and then got her notebook out…

Pressure by Bogdan Dragos

she slept with a small, thin Batman plushie between her breasts and often woke up with it soaked in sweat The poor Batman looked diseased, crushed, and suicidal. Clearly he was facing a villain he could not hope to defeat It was the dreams that made her sweat so There was much pressure in her…

A Bouquet of Blood Roses by Bogdan Dragos

even the full moon felt like a spotlight above him It made him sweat in the cold night as he wandered the streets Nothing too out of the ordinary about him. Just an average guy wearing average clothes and carrying a rather thick strand of hair in his breast pocket crimson red and long as…

Bad Blood by Bogdan Dragos

Nine PM caught them sitting on the broken bench by the river banks She removes her jacket and stretches her hands. “See?” she says, “I told you I’m bad blood.” He stares at her, mute and dumb and utterly incapable to find himself in her dark eyes “Huh?” “The mosquitoes,” she says. “They don’t want…

Trash Collector by Bogdan Dragos

I don’t know what was more impressive about him the fact that he collected trash in a bag that was at least three times bigger than himself and carried that bag on his back or the fact that it was winter and he was only in shorts and wasn’t cold That one evening when he…

The Law of Luck by Bogdan Dragos

the last bar brawl left him without a chunk of his upper lip and a nose busted beyond recognition now his whole face was swollen like he was wearing a cheap rubber mask his opponent used brass knuckles it seemed. Getting shot probably wouldn’t have hurt as much but luckily he kept his teeth Actually…

The Way to Worship the Devil by Bogdan Dragos

the black metal was blasting in the speakers but the painted faces on her wallpapers no longer grinned at her and no longer whispered too bad, the drugs wore off Well, the best part about living with grandpa was that she could simply get out in the middle of the night dressed however she wanted…