The Cage

He stepped out of the shadows and walked towards me. Never before has he been so close to me, not even in my childhood. I was so scared that, when I wanted to scream, my voice wouldn’t leave my throat. It was only me and him, in that dark forest. He was getting closer by

Șapte minute

Plângea, în timp ce stătea ghemuită în cel mai întunecat colț al camerei. Nu era prima dată când se găsea în situația asta. Era obișnuită cu acest sentiment. Era obișnuită chiar și cu sentimentul că nu era singură în locul acela, chiar dacă, teoretic, ea locuia singură. Simți o adiere de vânt venind dinspre fereastră.

Mission accomplished

‘Anthony…’, she whispered his name in the dark. It startled him to hear her say his name like that. It’s been seven years since his wife last called his name so sweetly, so gently… and so husky. He smiled while turning around in bed, being more asleep than awake, to face her side of the

Travel Blog #1: The Bran Castle (A.K.A Dracula’s Castle)

Hello, Bookaholics! I’ve got something different for you today. I’m not going to review a book, or write a short story, or write about a cool author. I’m going to talk about my experience in a place where one of the greatest literary masterpieces took action. I bet you all at least heard about Bram

3 a.m.

EN: 3 a.m. Again. I can’t fall asleep. Again. I stir in my bed, due to the feeling of its freezing breath on the back of my neck, sending shivers running down my spine. And I wonder what is going to be its next move. I don’t know what kind of dirty games it’s playing, but