Mario Savovski's Blog

...Ало сине, ме слушаш? Седи дома кај што си. Знам дека го сакаш дождот, ама те молам седи внатре. Тато брзо ќе си дојде, не мрдај нигде. Среќен роденден сине, те сакам...
 
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            Не престануваше да врне. После пукотот на небото и зелениот чад кој ги опраши облаците, не престануваше да врне.
 
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            „Што по ѓаволите беше тоа?!“ Игор седеше во своето такси кога се случи нападот. Паркиран крај најпрометната улица во градот, тој како и сите други беше загледан во небото, сеуште...

My name is Inspector Heathcliff Winch and I’m caught in a time loop. Fret not – I was the one who caused it. You see, I’m in the Rockford casino where a heist just went off and the famed Caro Emerald was stolen. The alarm went off four minutes too late and whoever snatched it is long gone. My job is to find out who stole it, how they did it, and stop them before they even put their plan into action. And I’ve got about a dozen loops to do it. Luckily – time is on my side. So let’s back it up a...

Dear Malina,

You know I never wanted to be a wizard. Unlike father, I was never one to be captivated by the iridescent glow of mana. So it might surprise you to find out in this letter that I have been accepted in the St. Serene & Methodius University of Magic.
I don’t want to go. But, unlike home, the systems at work are different in here. The “central fate committee”, as they call it, evaluates you and decides your career path for you. So no matter how much I want to be a journalist, they’...

“It never hurts to know how to handle an axe, my boy.” The boy watched on as his old grandfather sharpened the even older axe. They were out in the snow, and white flakes were falling all around them. The old man gripped the axe by its sturdy, timey wooden handle with resolution. The blade was so sharp he promptly used it to shave off a few gray hairs from his robust chin.
The old man then looked at the boy, peering into him with focused eyes. Though the cold wind was howling, noth...

Blues. Smooth blues blasting in my ears. It almost drowns out the noise of the chit-chattering fellow passengers in the bus. Not quite, but almost. It helps me concentrate. Or zone out. I don't even know what state I’m in anymore, just endlessly staring out through the half-frozen window into the thick fog that seems to be ever-so-present all around the...lost - that's the state I'm in, same as the other 42 people in the bus, including the driver. Yeah, I couldn't believe it either. Yo...

"Hey, you. Nerdy guy, with the glasses!" She shouted at me, even though at the time I couldn't really hear her simply because my mind was somewhere else.
"Hey, would you turn around already?!" She pulled me by my jacket.
"Huh?!" That's when I saw her up close for the first time; tall and with a rugged boyish figure. She had short red hair and one metal earring on her right ear. Rough lines on her face, but pretty in her own way, one might say. "Didn't you hear me shouting?!" She p...

...In the misty outskirts at the small town of Belborough, there existed a small and rusty hotel, going by the name of "Belborough Inn". It was the only hotel in town, and almost every visitor was forced to stay overnight in its dusty, crooked rooms with leaky ceilings. And as timey as it was, those leaky ceilings were sure to hold age-old secrets.
"Welcome to Belborough Inn, sir." The hotel's owner - Noah, who incidentally doubled as the bartender, the bellboy and the room service, greete...

"Boy, approach my position this instant!" Said a gruff old man in fury, shouting to a young scholar with black books in his hands. That old man was his boss.

"What is it, sir?" John Wilkins, as this young boy was known, stood in front of his boss - Vladimir Highstrung. This boy was of blond hair and puny growth, but with a big brain. A brilliant young man, John was. Vladimir was a famous, rich, and importantly - a most pompous industrialist.
"Your task was to sort all books in my lib...

"Sprockets and springs, sprockets and springs! Who in the seven heaven's names put all these sprockets and springs around?! Delboy, Delboy! Get over here!" It was Monday, and old man Rusty was about to open shop. "Rusty's mechanerium emporium" - that was the name of it. It was the most well-known of its kind in all of “Pipsgear” - the gnome capital. For a gnome of his stature it was important to have a clean shop and open up at the exact same time every day. It was 7 minutes before 9, and...

It was a warm summer's day on the northern island of Walkara, where a small village was settled, bearing the same name. Of course, in the north, warm and summer were relative terms as even now, the temperatures were well below freezing and the gusts of wind scolded any unlucky traveler that was not used to the northern climates. However, strangers and natives alike feared a far worse threat than a cold gale. Trolls were marching southwards, jumping between the islands as if they were no more...