short science fiction story
Dedicated to Mircea Cărbunaru, the real Collector He had been called the Collector for as long as he could remember. For the neighborhood, it was more of a nickname, but he knew well that he deserved this name from the early da…
I love small towns with traffic-free streets, full of tiny family-owned shops where you can buy all sorts of things that, once home, you realize you didn't need. But when you do buy them, it's a boundless joy for you an…
On an ordinary morning, John woke up in the same way he did every day. However, something seemed strange. The sunlight streaming through the windows had an unusual tint, and the sound of brewing coffee seemed muffled. He rubbed…
A hand seemingly from nowhere pulled him back forcefully. Sebastian's car whizzed past, and for a moment, he felt as if he were being drawn into another world. "Oh... thank goodness I stopped you." "Thank you…
"The fuel prices will be compensated by 50 cents per liter for a period of 3 months. Half of this amount will be reimbursed from the budget. The compensation will be applied directly at the pump and will also appear on the r…
The building suddenly sank into silence. The workshop on the ground floor no longer shook the walls, and the offices on the upper floor settled down. Located on the outskirts of the city, it barely supported an entire company. …
