He wanted light, so he made light. He wanted stars, so he made stars. He made everything he wanted to, but he didn't feel fulfilled at all. Something was missing. He cupped his cheeks with his palms and lost himself in thoughts. He thought of a blue planet. He liked the idea and began projecting how it would be to have life on that planet. He imagined the waters, the mountains, all kinds of animals and above all, the supreme creation: HUMANS. Smiling, Satan put out his cigar and nudged Him friendly: a penny for Your thought, Lord.
George Dometi
I'm a gold digger with a preference for the elderly. I get those kids' need to be the first to someone's flower, but think of being the last one to throw a bouquet in someone's grave, oh, that would be an honor. While she takes her last breath, cause you were that good, you can gloat over cash. To the younger ones you can kick off, they crackle like ripe watermelons, they smear you up with life, but they are nothing compared to the gasps of the ultimate orgasm. Yes, fine, Lola, I'm coming now. I'll finish this live and come and change your oxygen tank. Cha-ching, a coin was received.
Julia Sandu
I was born on the 1st of July, so that's why my name is Julia. I was five days old when old Lazar, grandpa's Petre father, grabbed his suitcase with half a pig stole by Gherase and traveled all day with personal trains, from near Brăila up to the middle of Ardeal to see his grand-granddaughter. When he got inside the house, the first thing was to come and see me. I laughed and his face lightened up. Then he took out a silver coin. This is for your laughter. I still have it, in my earrings. Then he went for the pig in the suitcase.
(Translated by Andreea Sorana Oltean / University of Bucharest, Faculty of Foreign Languages and Literatures, MTTLC, year I / Corrected by Silvia Petrescu, coordinator of the translations)
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