The man at the door

WORK IN PROGRESS... You know, there was a bug in his ear. It was a sentence his wife had spoken a few minutes before. He was on the door. He had his new hat in his hand, his favorite trousers around his loins. He was ready to go outside and spend the night as he... Continue Reading →

Note about the Hades

Note: Reading again the short tale I posted on Monday (Ain’t no wise girl) I found it rather embarrassing but, at the same it, I feel it could be a nice frame for a collection of twisted, wicked, dreamlike tales. What do you think? Here is an abstract, a thought of the main character. I... Continue Reading →


"Knzb" oppure "Knezeebrg" o, magari, "Knenznbr". La notte prima quella cameriera smunta aveva gridato qualcosa del genere mentre i bodyguard la scortavano fuori dal giardino. "Kneebergz" forse? Le tempie le pulsavano mentre schermiva la luce attraverso le unghie finte rosa e tentava di alzarsi dal letto. Com'è che c'erano le imposte aperte? Si trascinò in... Continue Reading →

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