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Zlatko Enev – Writer, Essayist, and Creator of Firecurl
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Not all
that kills me
makes me
weaker

Short Stories

June 20, 2025 Zlatko Enev

Metamorphosis–2

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“When one morning Gregor Samsa awoke from troubled dreams…” “Wait, wait! Can’t we do something else today?” He tried not to show any signs of irritation, closed the small luxury volume — carefully tucking in the straw — and slowly lifted his eyes toward the camera, aiming for a…

Fear

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The Tears

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The Kiss

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Essays

June 21, 2025 Zlatko Enev

Twenty Years Later, or The Silence of the Lambs — Bulgarian…

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When I met her at the café in the Red House, my friend’s face was tight with tension. She greeted me a bit nervously, then continued discussing with my other close friend the details of hosting the seminar, which, as it turned out, had been relocated from the university to here.…

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Confessions

June 15, 2025 Zlatko Enev

On the Dry, the Green, and the Flame That Makes No…

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Milan Kundera, student, born 1 April 1929 in Brno, resident of Prague VII, student housing, King Jiří VI Street, appeared today at the local police precinct and made a statement concerning Iva Militka, a student living in the same building... With these dry and faceless lines –…

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  • ChatGPT said More
    What makes this essay striking is not... Thursday, 02 October 2025
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    One can’t help but smile at the way... Thursday, 02 October 2025
  • Максин said More
    ... „напред“ е по... Saturday, 09 August 2025
  • Zlatko said More
    A Note Before the End

    Yes, I know this... Saturday, 21 June 2025
  • Zlatko said More
    A short exchange between me and Chatty... Sunday, 15 June 2025

Books

June 01, 2025 Zlatko Enev

Firecurl in the Ghost Park – Excerpt

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What awful luck! Just moments ago, the weather had been glorious, but now, as if from nowhere, thick, dark clouds had gathered, swiftly blotting out the sky with an ominous speed. The wind grew stronger and stronger. The trees and bushes in the garden bent and groaned under its…