Face Behind Bars by Bogdan Dragos

her hair made her face look like it was always behind bars or trapped in barbed wire Nothing could get through those thin bars but the mouth of the bottle as it joined hers strands of hair would get inside her mouth and between her lips and into the bottle and she wouldn’t care one…

This Species has to be Killed in its Infancy by Bogdan Dragos

the kid handed him a piece of paper and asked, “Can we put this one on the fridge?” It wasn’t a drawing “What’s this?” he asked There were words written on it I am getting in my car and I’m driving very far Following the star of my dreams It seems my destiny awaits as…

Already Talking like a Real Man by Bogdan Dragos

their deaths were four days apart first went father and then mother And now the dark smoke took the shape of a cat and clung to his shoulder, digging sharp claws into his tender flesh “It hurts,” he cried “Oh, shut up,” the smoke cat said, “Be a man. In this world only the strong…

Don’t Think, Just Go Along With It by Bogdan Dragos

the candles were not made of wax it was something different Something that smelled like sweat as they melted there were five of them One for each corner of the pentagram They had to take the furniture and the carpet out of the room to trace it in the middle with powders he’d never heard…

Fakespeare by Bogdan Dragos

he sat on his knees before the bed by the window and tapped swiftly on the screen of the cheap tablet he’d bought second hand It had only a few apps and the one he used was the notes app It’s hell having to tap on a screen to write but the alternative was scratching…

A Cold Hell by Bogdan Dragos

the clouds seemed to be holding the sun back like a slave with chains of lead After a night of heavy snow the day tried to make a comeback and failed It was 11:00 AM and dark as evening and since it was also cold as hell they concluded they were in hell “But hell…

I Will Never Again Believe What You Say by Bogdan Dragos

At 1 AM she screamed for daddy to come quick, quick and look under the bed There were noises and growls there, she told him Daddy turned the light on sighed dropped to his knees and crawled to the edge of her bed Lifted the sheets looked under and felt the knife plunge into his…

Shoot Your Questions at the Abyss by Bogdan Dragos

there is one supreme blissful presence here it’s night time I’m in my element Freshly awakened after a day of sleep I’m not a vampire I only used to wish I were when I first started living like this. What can I say, I was young and playful Now I know I’m something worse than…

Will Repair Umbrellas for Cash by Bogdan Dragos

I was at that age when you read whatever writing catches your eye by way of style billboards and stuff It’s a sensitive age for kids The advertising industry knows it But the words I read weren’t quite advertising They were written on a piece of cardboard placed next to a homeless man who sat…

What the Shadow Eats, the Shadow Becomes by Bogdan Dragos

A great shadow seems to have tripped and fallen over these memories like a thing alive and hungry How lucky it is to have stumbled upon such treasure I feel it eating right now, like a famished animal filling its belly with chunks not even chewed It’s eating her face and I can no longer…

A Place with More Meaning by Bogdan Dragos

“One day I drank 29 cups of coffee,” she said “Yeah,” he said, “I’ve no doubt. “It was my attempt at suicide,” she said “Yeah. I’ve no doubt.” “There’s free coffee at work, so I took advantage. My boyfriend died that way, you know? He was a truck driver so he used coffee and energy…

What’s Prodigal Mean? by Bogdan Dragos

he felt a bit guilty about it but just a bit He knew it was wrong to be happy when father came home drunk and stupid but it was the only time when mother came to sleep in his room, “because your father needs to cool off,” as she put it It was a good…

Allergies by Bogdan Dragos

“Are you trying to kill me?” his mother screamed. “Are you trying to fucking kill me!?” He backed away. “Mom, please.” “Shut up! You brought a cat. A cat! Of all things. In the house! Knowing full well of my allergies. That is a declaration, young man. A declaration that speaks very loud. You are…

Feeble Door by Bogdan Dragos

Such a feeble door it was a joke like made of cardboard it stayed ajar and the rusty knob was barely hanging to it it didn’t actually work and there was no locking it either the only thing that made it close was its misalignment with the frame It just kinda pushed into the frame…

It’s All a Game by Bogdan Dragos

but what are we alive for if not to play and enjoy games life itself is but a game and the best at it are those who don’t grow up, those who can still view it as such She tried to teach her four children this truth that’s why she brought them into the backyard…