A place for my short stories … more and less successful.
09.11.2020 11:57
Where to find my short stories
On this website, of course! Some of them in both, Polish and English.
If you can read Polish, stories “Gate”, “Farm”, “Life after life”, “Fiance” and “Penance” were published in three post-competition anthologies: “U nas za stodołą”, “U nas za stodołą II. Spotkanie z duchem Bieluchem” and and ““U nas za stodołą III. Między Zamościem a Roztoczem”. “Waiting for a miracle” and “Umieraki” appeared in summer edition of “Fenix Antologia”. Story “Krople bursztynu” was published in “W głębi snów”. I have published so far three stories on Nowa Fantastyka website. They are: “Smok nie istnieje, ale ma się dobrze”, “Michałku, odejdź” oraz “Szara”, and you can find them by looking at my profile there.
19.04.2019 12:23
The Tourists
It was not good. It was bad, almost tragic.
King Harold, called Venerable for some time now, trotted across the throne room, murmuring curses under his breath. Although he tried to walk in a dignified manner, as he was already old, he always ended up tripping over things.
Something occurred to him. He stopped and stared at the messenger.
“Did you check in the caves? Maybe the tide surprised them?” he asked hopefully.
“Yes, Your Majesty, we checked. In the caves, on the mountain, in the ravines, we scour the forests, we watch the sea,” the soldier replied.
02.09.2018 17:06
A world for Ell
“Hi, Ors. What are you thinking up today?” Mar pushed her way between the chairs and stood behind the man, brazenly staring at the three-dimensional image on the desktop.
“A monster,” he replied and looked at the girl.
She was just over eighteen, with short black hair and green eyes. She was the youngest employee of the X Incorporated design department, a company dealing with almost everything from combat robots to children’s toys. She winced and wrinkled her nose.
“Monsters and monsters. What kind of imagination do you have?”
“Monstrous.”
They laughed. Ors, who had long since crossed the age of forty, felt remarkably young in the company of Mar. Sometimes he wished he had a daughter like her.
“Leave it and let’s go eat something,” she suggested.
03.04.2018 01:06
The Tower
The tower has always been here.
And since I remember it was a forbidden area. Besides, not much of the once magnificent building was left. The walls reaching to the sky, but crumbling under the influence of wind did not encourage approach, hence nobody really knew what was inside. I did not try either. I liked to watch the tower from a distance, like all the kids in the tribe. It was a forbidden place!
17.02.2018 17:00
Genie and other inventions
The bottle with the genie stood on the window sill and made the girl feel uncomfortable. Genie didn’t look malicious. Just an ordinary slim brunet with a curled mustache. He was sitting cross-legged and looking straight ahead. He seemed unhappy. Perhaps he was. He had every right after years of staying in one place.
Jadwiga rose from the armchair from which she watched the genie. She shrugged to her own thoughts, put the bottle in the plastic bag and headed for the exit. Master always said that in such a vessel an entire palace may fit, which the owner never shows to his master, because he would not take pity on it and would not let him out. He was probably right.