Scene 28 Time traveling? The past Every time, that I am killed, I return immediately to the past. I have died many times, each is quite painful. It is very painful to inhabit the world so powerlessly and so indefinitely. I always think of a woman, I always try and hone in on her face, remember what she felt like sleeping next to me, or what her smile looked like on the face of my un born children. I have never died a painless death. I remember my suffering, my families suffering. My people’s suffering. I remember what … Continue reading Time Travelled
Scene 8 Baha’i Outpost 443, 2077ce Cambridge Let us digress slightly into the divergent past. Two years back perhaps, which is to say Common Era 2077 or AR 1, one year after the beginning of the Great Revolt; but still in the satellite camps and shanty towns outside Boston. We, at times are too enamored in our literature and film with the theatrics and heroics of men, thinks Adelina Blazhennaya. They are most unstable creatures! So easily aroused and so readily violent. Hark I will tell you why I was flown all the way from lovely sane … Continue reading The Baha’i Outpost
Fire On The Mountain (In four ACTS) Act 43 [The Work of]: Adler S Walt Dedicated to: Daria Andreavna Skorbogatova & Yelizaveta Kotlyarova, And Elena Antolievna Komarova ACT THREE: Loyal’nost Set in Breuklyn Soviet MicroRepublik, 2083-2084ce, 7-8 A.R. Prelude Inner Moscow, 2083ce The snow fall was exceptional. It was as if god had pulled a vast white blanket upon us to tuck Russia to bed, and then the devil and a host of petty bureaucrats did not … Continue reading Fire on the Mountain ! Act3!
Fire On the Mountain (In four ACTS) Act 42 [The Work of]: Adler S Walt Dedicated to: Daria Andreavna Skorbogatova & Yelizaveta Kotlyarova, And Elena Antolievna Komarova & Valentina Stanovova With a special thanks to Alan Medvinsky ACT TWO: La Lingre Set Outside Boston In 2077-2079ce Prelude Camp Shrakasa Waltham, 2079ce The year is winter 2079ce, the setting, a grim gulag hidden from normal sight in the Eastern coast of the … Continue reading Fire on the Mountain, ACT 2!
Fire On the Mountain (In four ACTS) Act 41 Adler S Walt Dedicated to: Daria Andreavna Skorbogatova & Yelizaveta Kotlyarova, And Elena Antolievna Komarova & Valentina Stanovova With a special thanks to Alan Medvinsky Prologue Set in the Republic of Haiti, 2084ce “What in two fucks do you know about being in love my tovarish,” she once asked me. At the time I gazed off into the night. One does not even fully comprehend the depth of incorrigible things a … Continue reading Fire on the Mountain, ACT 1!
Chapter 24 The Drake Hotel, Coney Island, Green Zone, 2083ce Breuklyn Soviet Oleg doesn’t have to say one word to the valet at the Drake Hotel about what will happen if anyone so much as looks in the general direction of his black bullet proof Mercedes. He gregariously takes a picture of the attendant with the vintage Leica camera he so adoringly carries about. As if to say; if anyone goes even close to that car your death will be an entire gory photo shoot. Since the total G42 embargo which has lasted now for three long years … Continue reading FOTM, A3.S24.
Chapter 20 Coney Island, 2017ce Breuklyn Soviet Anya Drovtich is flying. Literally rocketing down the Belt Parkway at 240 kilometers per hour. We use the metric system in Breuklyn Soviet now. She rips tarmac down the coastal highway. The first article of the Universal Declaration of Human Rights states that, “All human beings are born free and equal in dignity and rights. They are endowed with reason and conscience and should act towards one another in a spirit of brotherhood.” Anya thinks at lightning speed: I’d like to tell you that we live by that. … Continue reading Fire on the Mountain, Act 3, Scene 20.
Fire on The Mountain (In four ACTS) [The Work Of]: Adler S Walt Dedicated to: Yelizaveta Alexandrovna Kotlyarova Daria Andreavna Skorobogatova Elena Antolievna Komarova Valentina StanOvova Prologue Set in the Republic of Haiti, 2084ce “What in two fucks do you know about being in love my tovarish,” she once asked me. At the time I gazed off into the night. One does not even fully comprehend the depth of incorrigible things a truly Russian woman knows how to say to … Continue reading Fire on the Mountain Act 1
#33 _And who can really know, how far a man must go_ To take her away from Brooklyn. Listen, my dorogaia! My so-called tovarish in a yellow cock tail dress! The-dame-was-so dear to me, somehow-so-quickly; That just one night turned into a four month chase across the fall. When I told her later that I loved her. She shot back from the hip, at the Steeplechase pier, “Do you think yourself a jealous man?” If I now get accused of poor decision making, The moon blindsided me, the vodka made me pliable, and for a former Soviet she gave more … Continue reading Listen Dorogia
#015: Pararescuemen Of the Breuklyn Soviet I was flying! She said: “That’s what dead men on magic carpets do.” The Cold Coast and Leaden Casket of the Breuklyn Soviet departed; And now I’m just a brightly colored parachute, Draped over a handsome smiling corpse, Just a wild memory to you. And a paratrooper leaps out over ten thousand free fall landings! Falling for you hard and ever forwards is what I trained in all my other lives to do. You’ve got no nostalgia for that place that you are made from? She asks. I remember trials to hold the simple … Continue reading Pararescue men of Breuklyn Soviet