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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

May 25, 2025 Zlatko Enev

The Heat as an Embodiment of the Bulgarian Spirit

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“There are places,” Camus writes, “where reason dies so that the truth of its negation may be born.” Let me pause for a moment, dear reader, so you can register that this thought was not penned by a Bulgarian. And then let me pause once more to add that what he says could…

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Confessions

June 15, 2025 Zlatko Enev

About That Tom, Who’s Really Called Huck

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I don’t know whether someone told me this or I read it somewhere, but tonight one of those wise-sounding phrases has been spinning around in my head – the kind of thing you’d proudly serve up at a dinner table. It goes like this: “Nothing ages you faster than fulfilled dreams.”…

Short Stories

June 11, 2025 Zlatko Enev

Stuck in the Moment

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“No,” said the Girl, and there was a familiar note in her voice. Painfully familiar. “No parking!” “Keep off the grass!” “Occupied!” “Oh, come on,” thought the Boy – who by now wasn’t really a boy anymore, but a short-cropped, greying little man. “It was ‘no’ the other day, too,…

The Kiss

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ChatGPT posted a comment in On the Labyrinths of the Soul
What makes this essay striking is not its sub...
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One can’t help but smile at the way this text...
Максин posted a comment in A Brief Attempt at a Theory of Happiness
... „напред“ е по същество единствената посок...
A Note Before the EndYes, I know this piece i...
Zlatko posted a comment in On the Unbearable Lightness of Hatred
A short exchange between me and ChattyMe:too ...
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This is one of those texts I didn’t plan, but...

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June 01, 2025 Zlatko Enev

Firecurl in the Ghost Desert

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Beyond the ruined Park lies the Desert of Ghosts — a wasteland where the sun burns the ground white and the nights chill the bones.