Lana V Lynx
Avid reader and occasional writer of satire and dystopia under a pen name of my favorite wild cat.
Video Salons in Late USSR
During the Cold War, very few American, British or western cultural products reached the Soviet people as the USSR government was afraid the capitalist propaganda in the form of western books, movies and music would corrupt the Soviet citizens' minds. The only genre that received an exception was French and Italian dramas and comedies, so Soviet audiences were very fond of Fellini, Visconti, Mastroiani, Delon, Belmondo, Richard, and of course De Funes in his Phantomas series.
I Did NOT Want To Kill You
I bought you in spring of 2009, when you were a two-feet youngling, and planted you in my front yard to replace an old oak that had to be taken down due to a disease. My mother helped me pick you out because she was fascinated with magnolias she’d seen everywhere on LSU campus. I dedicated you to my 7-year-old son as I thought it would be fun to watch you grow together.
"Remove That Hex!" in a Sec
I love limericks and feel their rhythm but cannot write them. However, I am good at writing up absurdities and satire, according to my friends and readers. Recently, I submitted a story for the Vocal Tall Tail challenge that I believe it is one of my best stories as it combines elements of Russian fairy tales, Russian absurdism, and parody on romance novels. I honestly attempted to write a limerick based on the story, but could go no further than "There once was a woman named Elena..."
Remove That Hex!
Fair warning: This story is written in a tradition of Russian absurdism, sprinkled with satire on (erotic) romance novels. No magical realism here, but if you find something particularly absurd or funny in this tale that delighted or surprised you, please let me know in the comments.
High Healing Powers
Every night at midnight, the purple clouds came out to dance with the blushing sky. The only place where anyone could see the majestic dance is a mountain guarded by five other, taller mountains surrounding it in the form of a pentagram. This was a magical place where time, space, and light collided in unusual patterns, creating the shades of purple you would not see anywhere else.
I came across a number of questions circulated among NYC women leaders that made me reflect on my pandemic experiences as well. Even though I don't live in New York I thought that it would be an interesting exercise to complete and share. If you find this useful, you can also answer and kick this to your networks. Hopefully, this will help us process the collective trauma of the pandemic better. So, here are the questions and my answers:
Of God and Humans, 2
God woke up, sat on the edge of his bed for a second, pushed his feet into soft fluffy sleepers and dragged them into the adjacent room, wrapping himself into a plush bathrobe on the way. He so wished he could just sleep a little more, but this was a part of his daily routine, and he knew what skipping it could mean for his charges: A disaster. As it happened many times before.
Meaning of Life
As someone who spent most of her life in higher education (both as a student and a teacher) and experienced both totalitarian and democratic systems of state rule, I had been thinking about the meaning of life a lot, asking myself big questions like, "Why am I here? Why are all other people here? Is there any sense in all of this, in our time on the planet Earth?" all my life, starting as a child born during the Cold War.
He: A brilliant computer and network hardware engineer in his early 50s, a widower who recently lost his wife to cancer. Neither tall nor short, but athletically built and active in sports. Not classically handsome, but charming with his dark brown eyes, chiseled jaw, sensual lips, and thick wavy salt-and-pepper hair.
Reset Your Password
Reset your password. Alix was staring at the computer screen, puzzled. She knew she’d have to change her password soon, but she’d thought she still had a week or so. Otherwise, she wouldn’t have gone on this trip. She was staying at a luxury hotel on the Bahamas, at her agency’s retreat, and away from the hidden safe in her work desk where she kept all her passwords.