Lana V Lynx
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Avid reader and occasional writer of satire and short fiction. For my own sanity and security, I write under a pen name. My books: Moscow Calling - 2017 and President & Psychiatrist
@lanalynx.bsky.social
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Boomerang Of Happiness - 3
Next day, Anna was waiting for Alex at the cafeteria to return five kopeks. He at first refused it, but she insisted and said it was a matter of principle for her, as if it was not five kopeks but five hundred rubles. So he reluctantly took the coin and just as reluctantly agreed to sit at lunch with her again. Like the first time, she chatted away all her lunchtime at him, and he pretended to listen.
By Lana V Lynx4 years ago in Fiction
Boomerang of Happiness - 2
Alex was grieving for over two years. During this period, he was transferred several times from one place of work to another, from one strategic object to the next one, and took up shorter assignments as business trips. The frequent movement around the entire Soviet Union kept him going and distracted from thinking about Irina.
By Lana V Lynx4 years ago in Fiction
Boomerang of Happiness - 1
In the late 1980s, Alex was a promising young Soviet engineer and inventor gifted with a special ability to clearly see and predict where the communication technologies would move in the future. He was one of those rare types whom nature generously gave everything: looks, smarts, and kindness of heart. Alex was about 5’9”, had an athletic body thanks to his passion for volleyball, swimming and biking, wavy black hair that he always wore short, and deep hazel eyes. Thanks to his good nature, Alex had a lot of friends who always wanted him at their parties because he played a guitar and had a great singing voice. In short, everyone loved him and he had great prospects for his future.
By Lana V Lynx4 years ago in Fiction
If Only Pear Could Talk
A big beautiful spreading pear proudly stood in the middle of the family backyard. It was not the only fruit tree there, there were also apple, mulberry and tart cherry trees. It was not the oldest in the family’s little orchard, that would be the two mulberries, but the pear tree was the biggest and obviously the most valuable as it sat right in the center, providing shade for a big part of the backyard. It had been planted by the patriarch of the family, a father of two girls at the time, in 1951, to celebrate finishing the construction of the main house on his little farm. In more than 40 years of its existence, the pear tree saw a lot of the family life and the way the village changed.
By Lana V Lynx4 years ago in Fiction
Charging Bull and Fearless Girl
It was only at night that the Charging Bull could get some rest from the crowds. He didn’t mind people, as they were coming from all over the world to see him, and he liked listening to them chatter in different languages. But he did get tired of them rubbing his private parts for luck. And lining up to do so, on his both ends: To take a picture with his face and to rub his balls. The night brought some relief, even though there were still some late-night wanderers approaching him, at least it was not a constant stream of people.
By Lana V Lynx4 years ago in Fiction
