It is my blog where I can share my thoughts, opinions, kind of behind the scenes stuff, so basically I write about anything I'd like to.
Do not expect great quality! Also, sometimes I might use Hungarian or toki pona instead of English (since one of those is my native language and the other one is the language of the country in which I was born).
Shadowy meadows
Surround the valley
Skinny wee fellows
Pushing a trolley
The grasses are green
The sky is melancholic...
Concepts for Writing is a document I wrote during April of 2020 to present some of my (currently and mostly) unused or somewhat abandoned concepts. I completely forgot about it and never posted anywhere, until now, when I do post it basically exactly as it was...
"...And so shall we begin." The voice of Mr. Soft echoed from the lecture hall's faraway walls. The auditorium was scarcely populated, students sat far and wide, as it is customary during a pandemic, which meant that the professor's question were answered by more scalps than usual. Sleeping in classes were not unheard of, but when you take away the possibility of misbehaving, one cannot make matrix arithmetic interesting enough for the masses to keep them awake...
Very short (~200 words) flash story inspired by a rather depressing song in basically the same setting as another (early, thus bad) short story of mine.
Published on 25th December 2020.
it's been a while I've written a real one of these
not that anyone would read it
Even though I have only published a couple of short stories that are, quite frankly, most likely to be no more than "early tries", nowadays I fancy myself as a writer and as such, I look at the world in a different way than before. Of course, as you can see, I have written novellas (or "short stories" if we want to stick with English terminology), but they were...
I was playing with my cat after feeding her, when I felt a small breeze from behind. I did not think much of it, the windows were open on both sides of the room; must have been the wind outside, I thought, but my cat looked there and her eyes were fixated on something. I turned around, expecting nothing out of the ordinary, alas I saw a...
They were sleeping when the lights came through their window. They were not blessed with great wits or the gift of logical thinking. What they were given was great eyes instead: they had a condition called abnormal tetrachromacy, which meant that they had limited infrared-vision. When I learned about it from them I, as I have been always fascinated by colors and color deception, had to ask...
This is chronologically the first short story I publised in English, even if it wasn't the first I began writing.
Days have turned into nights that then turned into dawns and days again countless times since I saw L'amore d'Agna. It was the truest form of love, the purest source of happiness, yet there are no evidence that it ever existed; all I know is based on observations and experience, not on the nowadays preferred written way...
Posted on 14th of June, 2020, just after Light in the dark