Hi guys! I know most of you are visual artists, but maybe you’ll appreciate some written art too. This is my attempt of writing literary prose. Here is an excerpt from the story. You can read the whole thing on my site. Enjoy! The Sun, that coward, hid behind the new sky’s milky white. Clouds descended from the firmament to meet in the streets. As thick fog they lingered, like unwanted guests, hiding what was there to be hid. The air hung heavy, the grass was damp with dew on the old sod. In a trifling town — not sure if even God knows where — a young man stood in front of a decrepit house, keenly observing its number. It read four and ten. He noticed how rusty they had gotten and how the decades left a grimy, brown line under them. Certainly as uninviting as ever, he thought, exhaling a weighty breath. He looked at the gate, then through it into the old garden, now eaten by rot, debating whether he should enter or not. Maybe He’s not even home, he wanted to think. Really wished, more than anything. “Vincent?” A voice, cutting through the thick fog, called his name from behind. Surprised, he spun around and saw a friend from the past, looking a bit older, more rough. Head shaven clean, wearing tight jeans, big nylon jacket, pushing a bike up the street that was cratered and rugged. “Lost and is found,” his friend said with a grin. Read on.
Hey Guys! I finally got around to upload some of my short fiction to my site. The latest one is called “Reverie Ride”—it is about a mechanic with a vivid imagination (TW: death, gore, horror). This story was actually an assignment for uni with a few guidelines: Write a story inspired by “The Secret Life of Walter Mitty”, where the main character escapes into fantasy. Include three fantasy segments and a recurring motif throughout them. You can read this one and a few other short stories here: forrai-zoltan.github.io/writing/short_fiction Hope you enjoy my messy art. ^^ Excerpt from the story: *Btzzz* “Culligan requesting clearance for extravehicular activity,” David said into his radio. *Btzzz* “Affirmative, you are cleared. Enjoy your spacewalk, David,” a voice buzzed from his headset. As the last bit of air was sucked out of the airlock, the outer hatch opened up before him. With a strong push of his feet, he escaped the artificial gravity of the spaceship’s flooring, and he gracefully glided out of the spacecraft. Now he was outside, as outside as any man can be. Swimming in the great ocean of nothingness. The only thing keeping him from flying into the mouth of emptiness — from being entirely enveloped by boundless blackness — was the tether supplying him with oxygen and keeping him attached to the spaceship. It was the umbilical cord between an unborn child and its mother. It was the only thing keeping him alive. Read on 5
“My website is about my interests — mostly the things that keep me up at night thinking. I’m a scholar studying the humanities at uni, so I wanted a place to share my research and thoughts about art, history, literature, etc. I love all forms of art, but my main love is writing and literature. So I share essays, short stories, art, and other creative things like that.” 7
