Dragos Marcean

“The Legacy of Sage” by Dragos Marcean

Submitted to Contest #144

Not even the birds, squirrels, nor deers had woken up so early in that morning as Leo did. The sun was barely doing it’s morning streches, and he had woken up his wife and eight-year-old daughter, put them in the car with their luggage and tent, and drove seventy kilometres to the forest. Their electric, quiet SUV didn't bother a fly. The dew layed on the barely reborn green leaves, and the half-bald tree...

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“A Stellar Journey” by Dragos Marcean

Submitted to Contest #142

Eddie sat with his elbow on the bar, scrolling through social media, not bothered by the sun shining into his eyes. Breakfast was going to be served for another four hours before lunch-time. Apart from the workers from the nearby construction site who were coming every morning, he did not have many customers. "I hope you liked the eggs, gentlemen," said the waitress. “Thanks, Pattie. ...

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“The School Magazine” by Dragos Marcean

Submitted to Contest #141

I remember that day perfectly. It was as gloomy as my mood lately. I was twenty-seven years old and already bored with life. Also, it wasn’t the best idea to forget my umbrella at home during a rain shower, nor to miss the bus. To make matters worse, an asshole driver splashed me from head to toe. I explained to him, in my mind, why his mother was an easy woman, but that didn't dry my underwear. I was ...

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“The Swiss Army knife” by Dragos Marcean

Submitted to Contest #139

With the enthusiasm of a child forced to clean his room, Lance placed the basket full of goodies prepared by his wife in their old Ford. "Do you really want to go to the park? I feel guilty about my colleagues." said Lance. "I'm sure they'll do without you for a day, so you can go on a relaxing picnic with your wife." Beth replied and sat down in the driver's seat. "...

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“The value of time” by Dragos Marcean

Submitted to Contest #132

TW: mild language “So there I was in a bar in Rotterdam. After so many weeks at sea, I was aching for a cold beer on a non-swaying surface. Little did I know, it wouldn’t be long until I would get this ‘battle mark’ on my eye.”  Leaned back in his armchair, cross legged and gesticulating, Bryan was entertaining his brothers with his sailing stories. Moving his arms aroun...

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“Nose of a bloodhound” by Dragos Marcean

Writer's note: To enjoy the story to its fullest, it's advisable to first read "The mailman's journey" => https://blog.reedsy.com/short-story/ablu79/ Enjoy! * “Two orders of wild boar stew in red wine with mushrooms, paprika and sweet mashed potatoes and two mulled wines with cinnamon, oranges and a pinch of rum. Enjoy, folks!...

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“The mailman's journey” by Dragos Marcean

“Have a nice day, Mrs. Donovan, and thank you for the treats!”Jack closed his mailbag, adjusted his skis and off he went to the next house, approximately four kilometres away. His long bushy beard was filled with icicles, but he was warm under the two layers of pants, three layers of upper-body clothes and gloves. The weather did not make his first day on the job very easy, but at least it was sunny. “Ok, next up it’s Mr. Albert. Two kilometres forward and right at the first intersection,” he said ...

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“The Orb has spoken” by Dragos Marcean

Submitted to Contest #128

The room was dark. Two human-shaped shadows were dancing on the walls to the song of flickering candles. The glow of the Magical Orb shed some light on the focused and serious face of Lady Magdalena Florea. The smoke machine she installed under the small, round table added to the eerie atmosphere in The Chamber of Mystic Vision, as it was called by the Mystic Lady.  The back wall was decorated with a ...

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“The New Year Steak” by Dragos Marcean

Submitted to Contest #127

“Ugh! Why must Samantha insist on having this atrocious ‘tradition’ every year? Must she always host the New Year’s Eve party? From the crack of dawn it’s nothing but dusting, vacuuming, decorating, cooking, cooking and more cooking. It’s exhausting! At least the house smells delicious, but is it worth the hassle? Not to mention the morning after when the dishwasher starts working and finishes at Easter.”

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“When the clocks freeze” by Dragos Marcean

Submitted to Contest #126

It was a snowy and windy night as Christmas Eve was upon the small town of St. Nicholas. The townsfolk were buzzing around, shopping for toys and groceries or decorating their houses as one would do in this season. They were as busy as the snowflakes rushing down from the dark sky.  Alice was a twelve year old girl with long black hair, green eyes and small birthmark on her right cheek, a happy-go-lucky child wh...

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