There is rain and wind, and the light falls through the window just so. I feel like I’m in a Patrick Wolf song – which is a good place to be. That’s all for now.
Author Archives: Natalia Antonova
Darkness on the Edge of Moscow: excerpt 2
Previous excerpt here. “Do your friends actually call you La?” He tried and failed to stifle a laugh. “Close friends.” The label on the beer bottle would not come off no matter how hard she scraped at it. “So you, for example, would have to refer to me as Nelly.” “Where did Nelly come from?”Continue reading “Darkness on the Edge of Moscow: excerpt 2”
Darkness on the Edge of Moscow: an excerpt
This is an excerpt of a bigger work of fiction. The train paused briefly in the tunnel between the stations – a rare occurrence for the circle line. La leaned against the door, pressed right up against the place where it said “No Leaning,” and thought about disaster. Images from the trailer of a movieContinue reading “Darkness on the Edge of Moscow: an excerpt”
The lieutenant in you
Growing older becomes repetitive. It would be great to break up the monotony of cells drying out like graying laundry on the line. But nature is its own government, recycling soldiers into pulp. Inviolate, the only thing less compromising being the phantom limb of conscience (oh God, don’t get me started on how that thingContinue reading “The lieutenant in you”
Kiev without the politics
I was going to come home and write an epic, gif-laden post about Euromaidan. Instead I got here, took a look at the New Year’s decorations glittering across the dark distances in this strangely warm winter, and suddenly remembered that I’m a human being. So I took the time to eat actual meals, deep-condition myContinue reading “Kiev without the politics”
Natalia A. 