Aki and Ika, the Zoo's parrots, underwent an exchange experience program: while their cage was enlarged, they stayed with the canaries, next to the sheep pen. There aren't any sheep anymore, but two very barking dogs, two beasts, remain. Aki and Ika learned to bark, howl and yelp, a great fun for them. They even changed their names, Aki is Boss, Ika is Leather. They'd get tattoos too, only they don't want to pluck. Now they amuse themselves by barking fiercely at anyone who passes by their cage and wait to visit the finches, who sit next to the lions.
George Dometi
Flopped as if asleep, not a single move, in an icy atmosphere, the inert body exuded around it essences of fruit with the freshness of cloves and cinnamon in the company of accords of mahogany and musk. The unusual accent of pine wood formed the strong base of the spicy-sweet composition of the Hugo fragrance surrounding the well-defined muscles of the corpse. The scalpel sliced through the epithelial sheath to reveal traces of a malignant neoplasm devouring this perfect package from within.
Silvia Ștefan
I've loved long haired men in leather since my mother birthed me. There was something about them. Not just anywho, only the brazen ones. Leaders. In high school I'd joined a group of creative kids who loved mountain adventures and rock concerts. I did not part withthe boots, the black nails, the zest for life and the heavy metal in my helmet. One day, I came across the Devil. Well, across the coolest guy of my teenage life. Blond hair, blue eyes, black overcoat. The girls were falling head over hills for him. And my friendship with Bia, my schoolmate also fell out. I did keep him.
(Translated by Adela Neacșu / University of Bucharest, Faculty of Foreign Languages and Literatures, MTTLC, year I / Corrected by Silvia Petrescu, coordinator of the translations)
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