Bogdan Kross

“Barbarossa - David King's Treasure Quest. Short Story.” by Bogdan Kross

It was their sixth hour of arduous mountain hike and David’s legs started to feel like made of concrete, heavier and heavier with every step he has made. They had left small youth hostel before the first Summer Sun touched the ground and since then they have been climbing slopes of famous Untersberg on the Austrian – German border. They did not want to get to the highest peak. Today they have been walking on a slopy trail that run parallel to almost vertical ravine above their heads. They crossed Schellenberger Forst without seeing a single ...

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“Marilyn - David King's short quest” by Bogdan Kross

Submitted to Contest #66

Marilyn. David King’s Short Quest ‘Hallo uncle Peter,’ David called out stepping off the old 1970s coach in Nice, capital of French riviera. It was the start of Summer 1998 and young David King, fresh after graduation met his long-lost uncle. It was almost a decade ago when Peter decided to ‘travel the West’. This was the official version but from his parents’ quiet conversations, David knew that there was something more to his disappearance than this. So, when they heard that Peter is finally back in Europe, David almost forced his parent...

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“DOMU, Steven” by Bogdan Kross

Submitted to Contest #64

Steve closed his eyes just for a moment. Last days, weeks, and months were marked by constant pain permeating each of his muscle and every molecule of his weakened body. Disease took away and devoured every inch of his physicality and left nothing in return, not even a bleak shadow of rising basketball star. At first it was a stealthy enemy, leaving no visible traces, moved silently, almost imperceptibly, but over the time Steve could not ignore the growing almost never ending fatigue , shortness of breath, which grabbed him by the throat a...

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“Leonardo's secrete” by Bogdan Kross

Submitted to Contest #57

Leonardo’s secrete. Florence 10th April 2002, 5 days to Da Vinci International Conference celebrating his birthday’s 550 anniversary. It was early afternoon when after a three hours flight from Poland and short taxi journey, David King was getting out of an old Fiat Tipo at the doorstep of Biblioteca Nazionale Centrale di Firenze, Italy’s largest national public library at via Tripoli just by the Arno river. He could not refuse his old professor’s request to attend the annual conference about Leonardo Da Vinci. Professor White could not c...

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“Ave Caesar.” by Bogdan Kross

Submitted to Contest #49

Huge mountain on two massive pillars instead of legs pushed me and others into the narrow corridor and after passing several small rooms into a big empty space that was filled with unbelievable scent of sweat and almost tangible fear left here by people who were here before. I could hear their steps still sounding in the stony corridor on the other side of this room, behind another closed gate.  ‘Get ready,’ he said after making sure we all entered the room and smashed loudly the iron gate making sure we all understood the message: the...

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“Birthday Present” by Bogdan Kross

Submitted to Contest #47

It wasn’t a bad dream that woke you up so early in the morning and made you quickly scan your chamber for any threat. Half sitting, supporting yourself on your elbows, you are cautiously looking around trying to find somebody who would be brave or stupid enough to jump from behind the delicate curtains of your canopy bed and attack you. You made sure, your dagger is always within reach. Now, as you slowly scan the room, your left-hand wonders to the pommel and soft leather grip of your Spanish dagger, standing to attention just next to your ...

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