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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

May 26, 2025 Zlatko Enev

The Yellow Eyes of Horror

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He woke with the vivid sense that he had just spoken to her in French – and not informally, but using vous. The surprise struck a little later, as he gradually came to, realising that French wasn’t a language he could actually speak – not when awake, at any rate. He tried to…

The Kiss

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Essays

June 15, 2025 Zlatko Enev

Clash of Civilizations – Reality or Media Myth?

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Author’s Note (2025) This essay was written in April 2007, at a time when the discourse around global conflict, terrorism, and identity was shaped by the immediate aftermath of 9/11 and the Iraq War. I’m publishing it now not because I still hold every word to be true, but…

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June 10, 2025 Zlatko Enev

The Magic Called “Simplicity”

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A strange thing happened — I woke up yesterday and found the world to be… good. I should say straight away: I hadn’t smoked anything. I simply opened my eyes — outside, a grey and grubby morning — rolled out of bed, scratched myself where one usually scratches in the morning……

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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
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    A short exchange between me and Chatty... Sunday, 15 June 2025

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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…