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

Essays

June 29, 2025

Thoughts Born of Powerlessness

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Author(s): Kapka Todorova, Zlatko Enev Today I read the following on Facebook — a typical Facebook post, written in typical Bulgarian: Kapka Todorova, Bulgarian journalist based in Berlin: Hundreds arrested and six officially executed — though the number of those killed in Iran…

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Confessions

June 10, 2025

The Elite Individual

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I begin this text with the relatively clear awareness that in writing it, I am committing a sort of ultimate version of that original philosophical sin – contradictio in adjecto, a contradiction in terms. Eliteness, as I feel it – and as I will try to present it below – consists…

Short Stories

June 02, 2025

The Tears

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„Shall I leave you alone?“ his mother asked from behind, and coughed – sharp, cutting. He didn’t answer, pulled one of the stools toward him and sank heavily onto it. The coffin swayed threateningly, and he propped it with his knee, glancing in alarm at the dead man, who had…

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M. K. posted a comment in The Yellow Eyes of Horror
What bothers me here is how everything feels ...
Georgi P. posted a comment in The Man Who Defied the Maelstrom
I’m not convinced. The text is intelligent, y...
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What strikes me most is not the defiance, but...
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What makes this essay striking is not its sub...
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Books

June 01, 2025

Firecurl in the Ghost Desert – Excerpt

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Chapter one: Deadlock again Rain clouds, dark and puffed-up like turkeys, had been threatening to unleash their wrath on the dreary town all day, but so far had remained all threat and no action, as if to annoy everyone even more. Anne-Firecurl, herself gloomier than even the…