Then, he reached a realm where each day consisted of ten nights, because at every sunset, the moon rose and set ten times, and when the sun rose again from where the moon had set, the second day would begin and end when the sun one more time set where the moon would rise and of course set as many times as the moon had risen and it would continue this unyielding cycle for ten days, each day for as many nights, but when the sun rose on the eleventh day
Fabiola Stoi
At first, there was darkness and nothingness, and no god would walk above anything. On the second night, thoughts cut through emptiness, as if they were tailed stars. On the nights to follow, out of nothingness came questions and a few answers illuminated the darkness. The other nights got filled with voices and wingbeats. There was a war at the edge of the void and the worlds started to recreate themselves. On the eleventh night, when he could feel his body, darkness took shape and a posthumous name - coma. On the twelfth night, there was light.
Ionuț Morariu
They named him Malvolio. But he was a kind soul. His parents soon found out that he wasn't meant for day work. All that he was capable of doing was to look out the window as death turned leaves into pure beauty. This ability also took his eyesight away from him. He thought he was Borges and he was foretelling in a Caracas brothel when he got shot in his two front teeth. He thanked the assassins and said: Sweet as honey is the bullet that spares me from seeing the disgusting sight of human nature. Amen.
(Translated by Cristina-Andreea Dobre / University of Bucharest, Faculty of Foreign Languages and Literatures, MTTLC, year I / Corrected by Silvia Petrescu, coordinator of the translations)
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