Rafał Charłampowicz
Short Stories

An old-fashioned train with dark-blue carriages travels through a surreal landscape. It is surrounded by dense, swirling clouds resembling waves of fog or dust. Two bright headlights at the front of the locomotive illuminate the mysterious space ahead. A golden glow hovers above the train, and faint lights vanish in the distance, adding a dreamlike atmosphere to the scene.

About this site

Most of my stories were published in the now-defunct online magazine Szortal. I felt it would be a pity to lose them, and that’s how I finally came up with the idea for this website. I'll gradually post my texts here (not only those from Szortal), along with their English translations, so feel free to check back if you enjoy them. For more about me, visit the About Me page.

Shorter Stories

Indelible Stain

Susan was scared of dishwashers. Not without reason. Her little brother had vanished into one.

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As Usual

“First, as usual! Where is Andrew? What are you reading?” Robert briskly moved a chair away from the table and sat down facing Anita.

“The Futurological Congress. It’s great,” she answered, putting the book in a handbag. “Andrew is buying cigarettes,” she added. Then, with a gesture Robert knew so well, she adjusted her glasses.

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The Bed

“Good evening, it is me, your bed. I am delighted to be the one you are lying upon. We will spend many wonderful nights together.”

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Longer Stories

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