Vadim Kagan
Bio
I believe that each day is a blessing, every story is amazing and all poems should rhyme!
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Stories (149/0)
A garden tail
The night was dark and full of deer. They ate azaleas, oh dear, tomatoes, hostas, chives and thyme; then they were running out of time and all that's left was marigolds and so they shat all over folds of an already brown tarp. Yes, deer are evil, mean and sharp, but they were chased away by crows that flew in perfect even rows and defecated one by one until their shit became the sun. The day is young and full of hope - we'll buy a rifle and a scope and google venison and steaks; for now, though, it's spades and rakes and rhododendrons in the mud. I warn you, deer: I'm out for blood.
By Vadim Kagan12 months ago in Poets
Mirror, mirror
The mirror showed a reflection that wasn't my own. The woman in the mirror had such radiant beauty that the glass seemed to fog slightly. Of course, it was just the humidity. Blood is mostly water, and there is an astonishing volume of hot blood in the human body.
By Vadim Kaganabout a year ago in Fiction
Good bye, Bellatrix
Bellatrix – that’s what the family in the corner house named her when she befriended Bolt, their aging Westie. They also declared that Bellatrix was a girl – not an easy call with fluffy white rabbits – fed her an occasional carrot and even let her come indoors on the rare occasions Bellatrix seemed inclined to do so.
By Vadim Kaganabout a year ago in Humans