Category: Fiction
The rain took you away…
(It’s been a while since I posted any of my fiction here. I found this amongst the old files. I’m not sure where it came from, but reading it reminded
The night of the dying Moon (Part I)
The Sun was setting behind the rocky mountain summit, painting everything its rays touched into a glimmering shine of the day’s goodbye. Everything slowed down; even the clouds froze, respecting
The Weepers (Part II)
2. Night was particularly cruel to me. I was given a nice room, much nicer than I thought they might have here, but it was deadly isolated and quiet. I
The Weepers (part I)
They appeared out of nowhere, and brought nothing but pain with them. From the moment they were discovered, deep within the Sahara desert, the Rainy ones granted an audience to
A new world…
By Marko Cavka (2001.) *** Another old and un-edited piece, but for some reason very dear to me.*** An old man set in front of his typewriter, nervously inserting a
Predposljednji Badnjak tisucljeca
(Un-edited and old… and only in croatian, sorry) 1. Steward H. Jennison vi??e nije bio normalan ?ovjek. Dodu??e, neki bi rekli da on to nikada nije ni bio, no svakako