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Submitted to Contest #215
LALENA There were hundreds like her, but she was the first. She was always the first, though the others couldn't possibly know that. People called her Lulu, like all the other demonic female creatures inhabiting the invisible world of myths. But she didn't like that name at all and had chosen the beautiful name Lalena for herself. Unfortunately, she couldn't find a way to pr...
ADJATA 21st century – a new millennium, new technological achievements, changed concepts of many things like gender, sexuality, traditions, national identity, and other transformations. Young people accept everything as some kind of natural given, while older ones – with reservations, negativity, and even clear resistance. But almost everyone embraced computers, the internet, and the ability to commu...
ENCOUNTERS OF THE THIRD KIND Once upon a time, it was almost fashionable to go to work in the USSR. Imagine a village in the middle of the taiga, where temperatures vary between plus 30 in the summer and minus 40 in the winter! My whole family lives in a small apartment on the third floor and is not worried at all that it's minus 34 outside because the heating works, and inside the house, it's maintained at around 26 degrees Celsius. We go to wo...
Submitted to Contest #211
That One With the Hair… The room is bright and astonishingly large compared to the solitary bed where my withered body lies. It has nothing in common with the previous one, which had sheltered various sufferers of different ages, competing successfully in the quantity of diseases. My son, with some hesitation, sold my unnecessary house to provide me with this equally unnecessary comfort, but his filial duty and the upbringing I had i...
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