Dan Babitsenko
Bio
Trying to be Bradbury, but can only be myself
Dipping the toes into the world of science fiction and magical realism, one short-story at a time.
With love from London, UK
Stories (21/0)
Real Men
"Hurry up, Jimmy-boy! Rise and shine! We are leaving in 15!" "Ah, it's 5 in the morning, this is ridiculous! It's sooooo early!” - thought Jimmy while trying his best to open even just one of his eyes. A sweet dream where he was riding a jet-black Harley on the hilly roads just outside Colorado Springs was gone forever...
By Dan Babitsenko14 days ago in Fiction
Passenger 322
Jonny and Sofie Hamilton “Don’t worry, mum and dad are sleeping!” – Sofie whispered into her brother’s ear and smiled like only a mischievous 10-year-old can. – “You can lock the toilet door from the inside if you are worried that someone will come in.”
By Dan Babitsenkoabout a year ago in Fiction
Watching the Wheels
My name is Daniel Robert Arby and I’ve spent the last 19 years trying to save John Lennon. I’ve decided to write this letter because I believe I don’t have much time left. Last year I’ve been to at least fifty different doctors and went through what feels like half a million tests. No one can say for certain what’s wrong with me, but they all agree on one thing – I am very quickly approaching my final day…
By Dan Babitsenkoabout a year ago in Fiction
Cold and Warm Air
Cold and Warm Air by Dan Babitsenko If you are reading this then I am most probably dead. I never thought there would come a day when the thing I wished for the most would be a tornado. A devastating twister, dancing its way through the house, chewing on its weak wooden walls, poking its fingers through shattered windows, playing with roof tiles like dominoes and then spitting it all out in a triumphant rage.
By Dan Babitsenko2 years ago in Fiction
Ladders of Former Lives
I have always considered myself to be pretty outgoing, but I am struggling to make friends lately. I guess I better work harder on my “ice-breakers” because it seems that “hey there, do you remember your former life” doesn’t really do me any favours.
By Dan Babitsenko2 years ago in Fiction
My Silver Linings
I need to write a short story! There used to be this popular website, where up-and-coming writers could publish their work and take part in regular competitions. Editors of the website usually provided thematic prompts for these. I found it to be surprisingly inspiring. Their last competition before the internet went bust didn’t have a prompt, just a word count limitation.
By Dan Babitsenko2 years ago in Fiction
The pears are not falling today
There is something you need to know about Isaac: he has this distinct ability to piece things together, assemble a big story out of small bits of information, see the connections. He is well regarded here in Cambridge as the “smartest man on campus”. While I am just John.
By Dan Babitsenko3 years ago in Fiction
Henry's Decision
Henry’s Decision Henry woke up early on Saturday, excited about the trip to the park, to see William, Margaret, Liz, Harry and others. He was thinking about them throughout the whole school week and even asked his dad if they could wake up at 6 am to go see them on a school day. That proposition was met with a confident “of course not”.
By Dan Babitsenko3 years ago in Fiction
