Short Stories
Happenstance is a fundamental property of the material world. It is the reason why we cannot foresee the all trials prepared for us by fate. But seeing that we are all decent folks here...
If I show up in the so-called high society and loudly say “Hello, I am Spermatozoid,” chances are an awkward silence will ensue, as if I said something improper...
The Three Lives of One Soil or The New Exodus
About 150 years ago people were hauling a giant piece of rock from some faraway place to a capital of certain country...
One sunny Saturday afternoon, the Master, the one who owned the place, brought a hammer, a screwdriver and a tin can of nails and screws out of the closet to fix a broken hinge on the kitchen window...