Konstantinos Andrikopoulos
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Copy and Content Writer. Poet.
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Felipe, please...
Rio De Janeiro, June 1994. As much as I love Felipe, I sometimes wish he were fucking dead. \ Countless times. I mean, counteless times. I had to go to the police department and beg for his release. Petty theft. That should have been his bloody middle name. I have seen him ride so many different bicycles, one would assume he own a fucking bicycle factory.
By Konstantinos Andrikopoulos4 years ago in Fiction
Five Things That Edinburgh Taught Me
I have been living and working in Edinburgh since September 2019. I managed to experience the immense beauty of the romantic Scottish capital within and without the pandemic. On the 19th of September 2019, I was born again, leaving Greece and starting a new life in Scotland. I am effectively two years old, even though I was born in April 1990.
By Konstantinos Andrikopoulos4 years ago in Wander
Despair: Yasuhiro Uehara’s Arc. The Second Eagle becomes a Desperado.
My father was a murderer and I’m a murderer’s son. Hiro “The Second Eagle” Uehara Yasuhiro was not used to the inhuman heat of Aeris desert. But he had been taught well. Immediately he shut the complaint inside his mind. Never utter it with the tongue. Warriors are born to be better than everyone else. Warriors are born to suffer. To suffer better than anyone else. A highborn warrior like himself grew up inside the manor house of the Uehara clan at the south of Aeris.
By Konstantinos Andrikopoulos4 years ago in Fiction
Mr Johnson and Billie Holiday
Clinton County, Indiana. Mr Johnson is a morning person. A kind, handsome-was a womanizer in his twenties- black giant. Used to be the town’s postman. Now he’s retired happily ever after. Got himself an acre of land in Clinton County with his life’s savings, right where his route for the letters was. His missus always wanted a barn and a small animal farm. It’s coming in handy. They get fresh eggs with their bacon every morning.
By Konstantinos Andrikopoulos5 years ago in Fiction
Which is the best Greek Cafe in the U.K? and why is it “Think Pastry” in Edinburgh?
Because it exceeds expectations of what a Greek cafe is. The best Greek cafe in the U.K needs to have the best Freddo Espresso. Think Pastry has exactly that. It’s intense but not bitter.It’s pleasing and aromatic and made with a lot of love.
By Konstantinos Andrikopoulos5 years ago in Feast
Desperados
Friday 26th of July, 2109. What used to be Tucson, Arizona. The man the others called “Bull Frog” pointed his shotgun at the hydraulic Honky-Tonk piano, which started playing a bluegrass version of “Paint it Black”. He was white, sunburnt, about 6’6”, bald, in his mid-fifties. There was yellow grease on his short beard. There was something deeply perverse about him. It was not hard to tell that the man was jaded by violence. No soul in his eyes no matter how long one would stare into them.
By Konstantinos Andrikopoulos5 years ago in Fiction
