Cristian Carstoiu
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The Brink of Eternity
THE BRINK OF ETERNITY The girl let the phone drop on the table and kept staring at it until the screen went out. It was the fourth time in the past few weeks that she saw her plans overturned because of Damian, who had to cover for a co-worker. What bothered her most, however, was the fact that he could not, or rather did not want to say “no”. Once, when she upbraided him that the job was the main thing in his life, Damian smiled at her and replied, “It's true that I always have my work in mind, but it's just as true that I always have you in my heart!” But today this thing was going south really fast. Dana, her colleague, was given two invitations for a concert at a night club for which she had designed the marketing flyers. She could not go because she was going out of town that weekend to attend a cousin's wedding and she gave the invitations to her. Neither she nor Damian were big fans of alternative rock, but she hadn't been to a concert in a long time, and she wanted to change the atmosphere anyway. Anyways, she did not want to go it alone, and her options to find a companion in the next two hours were extremely limited.
By Cristian Carstoiu2 years ago in Fiction
Carolina
It was the last weekend of August, and we were camping with some friends on the shore of Lake Hartwell, South Carolina. I was were flipping some steaks on the grill while the children were playing around us. It was really hot, and the vicinity of the grill didn’t help at all. I reached for a beer in the cooler nearby when I saw a giant butterfly with an intricate red and black design flying around. I called my son to have a look at it, and, to my infinite surprise, the butterfly came straight to him and sat on his outstretched finger.
By Cristian Carstoiu2 years ago in Humans
The Gods Never Die
THE GODS NEVER DIE I was watching the people gathering in church. They were walking slowly, out of respect for the sacred. Obviously, many knew each other, greeting discreetly, simply nodding or waving, then sitting quietly on the wooden benches.
By Cristian Carstoiu2 years ago in Futurism
The Young Magician
The Young Magician Up until that moment, the entertainer had caught the audience's attention, most of them being 10-year-old kids invited to celebrate the birthday of one of them. There were also several parents watching amusedly the magic show, as well the sister of the birthday boy, a young lady in her early twenties with delicate features and long, curly black hair.
By Cristian Carstoiu3 years ago in Humans
Anabelle's Dreams
Once the dust cloud settled, the man dressed in dark red overalls took a closer look at the mantel piece he had just taken out. Struggling, he lifted the heavy wood piece and leaned it against the wall. He mumbled with a satisfied pitch seeing that it was in very good condition. This would allow him to sell it for at least three hundred dollars. He pulled his phone out of his pocket and started taking pictures. Taking two steps closer to capture the details, his left foot hit something on the floor. It was a small zip bag, full of dust. Realizing that it was hidden behind the mantel, he picked it up and opened it carefully. Inside he saw an envelope and a small black notebook.
By Cristian Carstoiu3 years ago in Futurism
Gemini
The girl left the house letting the door slam shut behind her. She was already smiling, knowing that her mother would shout as always: "Don't you have a doorknob?" She passed cheerfully the leash in her other hand and after a few steps she stopped by the traffic light, counting in her mind the distance to the next one.
By Cristian Carstoiu3 years ago in Humans
Hunting an Angel
After completing his internship, Bob Moraine enlisted in the Operative Division of the Special Intelligence Department. After six years of fighting for his country, he was shot in the hip and was honorably discharged. The veteran pension for his disability was a very small one, he thought angrily, looking at the bottle in front of him.
By Cristian Carstoiu3 years ago in Horror
Only Once, Josiah!
Only once, Josiah! The memory of that moment when he saw the notebook in the grass still lingered fresh in Josiah Guerra's mind. It looked rather shabby and its black leather covers were stained by moisture, proving it was lying there for some time, by the legs of a wooden bench near the entrance in Vigilante Bike Park. Josiah wasn't one of those bikers with fluorescent pants and ridiculous headphones gathering on Facebook. Josiah didn't even have a bike. The only reason he came in the park next to the railroad that cuts through Helena, was to enjoy his cheeseburger during the lunch break. He only had to cross the inner courtyard of the warehouse, and in three minutes he was on the Centennial Trail. On the north side there were always free benches.
By Cristian Carstoiu3 years ago in Humans
Sandra's Secret
Sandra’s Secret Sandra entered the bookstore, dragging a leg. The bell door jingled, leaving an echo that reminded of the merry-go-round of her childhood when she was going with Andra, her twin sister, to the State Fair. She smiled when greeted by the girl behind the counter and walked stumbling to the room in the back, the one with antiques.
By Cristian Carstoiu3 years ago in Criminal