Articles by Marco Guerra Avitabile

BANG. BANG. BANG. BANG. The silence of that usual urban night was so thick and vicious, that noises struggled to get through it. But I could clearly hear a few shots in the alley right […]

12_ I turned to see the voice that spoke with me. Having turned, I saw seven golden lamp stands. 13_ And among the lamp stands was one like a son of man, clothed with a […]

#1:”In Ersilia, to enstabilish the city-life-ruling relationships, inhabitants tie one house to another with tiny chords. Those chords are white, black, gray or black-and-white, depending on the type of relationship between the two houses. When […]

“I was supposed to meet her tonight”, Beth said. We were in the lounge room of a high class hotel, I can’t remember in which city, exactly. “I was supposed to meet her tonight”, she […]

Iron scraps, silicon and asbestos. A gargantua of colossal dimensions, awkward, moves its first step. Part machine and part beast, its roar sounds like the simultaneous rumbling of the car wrecks’ engines composing its body. […]

A black coated priest is sitting on a gray velvet armchair. A white goat is standing beside him, its fur being strucked by his wrinkled left hand. The room is dark and narrow, no windows, […]

“How much time to go?” A womanly voice resounds from the bottom of a darkened room. “It’s up to you” Another, hoarse voice answers from the opposite of the same room. “But I don’t want […]

I was walking back to the parking lot where I usually leave my car. A free parking lot, away from the city center. Once there, I clearly heard a phone ringing. A high-pitched, vibrant ringing, […]

There’s a man, tormenting me each time I look at myself in the mirror. He dresses well, with a white bow tie and a black suite. He has no face, or at least I can’t […]

Creeping slowly right under the volcanic sand of the wasteland, the thing gets nearer and nearer to my feet. (*) I’m lying on my back, unable to move. I see nothing, but I can feel […]