Linor Goralik
@linorgoralik.bsky.social
Makes texts, visuals, and stuff like that
Every morning, for three days now, standing in front of a mirror with his mouth widely gapped, he thought the only missing thing here was a beard - a short, prickly grey beard his father had, a stoma sticking out of it. The pain in his throat was worse on the right side; he shut his...
March 5, 2025 at 6:18 AM
Every morning, for three days now, standing in front of a mirror with his mouth widely gapped, he thought the only missing thing here was a beard - a short, prickly grey beard his father had, a stoma sticking out of it. The pain in his throat was worse on the right side; he shut his...
He thought he did well on this test, except when he had to tell them what or whom he would like to be if he wasn't Andrew. He had to think and thought for so long that they started to wiggle-waggle ("Don't wiggle-waggle, Andy!" - that's what Marianna would say every time she gave him a shot in...
March 2, 2025 at 10:31 AM
He thought he did well on this test, except when he had to tell them what or whom he would like to be if he wasn't Andrew. He had to think and thought for so long that they started to wiggle-waggle ("Don't wiggle-waggle, Andy!" - that's what Marianna would say every time she gave him a shot in...
And while she was lying there, gripping her kicked stomach, her face covered with red candle wax, she kept looking at the ladybird lying on her back, trying to turn around, and the spectacle slowly captured her so that she didn't...
February 26, 2025 at 6:32 AM
And while she was lying there, gripping her kicked stomach, her face covered with red candle wax, she kept looking at the ladybird lying on her back, trying to turn around, and the spectacle slowly captured her so that she didn't...
- Of course not, doctor, - he said calmly. - Nobody kills themselves because their dog died. Don't you think I realize that?
February 25, 2025 at 8:48 AM
- Of course not, doctor, - he said calmly. - Nobody kills themselves because their dog died. Don't you think I realize that?
Since then, he was really afraid he would end up alone in heaven, whatever he did next.
February 10, 2025 at 5:57 AM
Since then, he was really afraid he would end up alone in heaven, whatever he did next.
That day her father said he always knew she would be a special girl with a special destiny. A great thinker, - that's what he said, - a great thinker. And she thought and thought and thought until the low, endless buzz of the "iron lung" made her sleepy, and then she would wake up and think again.
February 9, 2025 at 10:48 AM
That day her father said he always knew she would be a special girl with a special destiny. A great thinker, - that's what he said, - a great thinker. And she thought and thought and thought until the low, endless buzz of the "iron lung" made her sleepy, and then she would wake up and think again.
His appetite has returned. It was a bad sign, a sign of getting better. The nurses started smiling at him differently. He began thinking of extreme measures, but all of them were too radical - thus, too obvious. Then, on Sunday, his sergeant came to visit - no smiles but full of cheap...
February 1, 2025 at 8:00 AM
His appetite has returned. It was a bad sign, a sign of getting better. The nurses started smiling at him differently. He began thinking of extreme measures, but all of them were too radical - thus, too obvious. Then, on Sunday, his sergeant came to visit - no smiles but full of cheap...
Actually, he played backgammon since he was five - he remembered his father's fair, receding hairline with tiny sweat drops along the soft roots and the woody smell of the huge, heavy desk he was pulling from the top of his parents' bedroom closet every Saturday morning, and the dry...
January 28, 2025 at 12:40 PM
Actually, he played backgammon since he was five - he remembered his father's fair, receding hairline with tiny sweat drops along the soft roots and the woody smell of the huge, heavy desk he was pulling from the top of his parents' bedroom closet every Saturday morning, and the dry...
He asked Claude how to gain respect from a person you hate, and the AI started its reply with, "I understand wanting to maintain a professional dynamic despite personal feelings." "No, - he said, - "it's not professional. She bit me on my foot." And the AI became very concerned, worrying...
January 27, 2025 at 7:24 AM
He asked Claude how to gain respect from a person you hate, and the AI started its reply with, "I understand wanting to maintain a professional dynamic despite personal feelings." "No, - he said, - "it's not professional. She bit me on my foot." And the AI became very concerned, worrying...
Spotty bit him, and he started to respect Spotty. Spotty had never bitten anyone before, but she was getting old and grumpy and difficult, and since Mom began to tie her to her bed, she was biting Mom's fingers whenever Mom fed her, and somehow, it made him see Spotty in a totally new light.
January 15, 2025 at 7:26 AM
Spotty bit him, and he started to respect Spotty. Spotty had never bitten anyone before, but she was getting old and grumpy and difficult, and since Mom began to tie her to her bed, she was biting Mom's fingers whenever Mom fed her, and somehow, it made him see Spotty in a totally new light.
This time, it was Dancing With Myself. She cut it out, but two minutes later, it was Summer Of Love. Her last molar started to send sharp pangs of pain up her face. She clenched her teeth as hard as she could, but in a moment, it was a turn for Chihiro. Then she put…
January 14, 2025 at 11:57 AM
This time, it was Dancing With Myself. She cut it out, but two minutes later, it was Summer Of Love. Her last molar started to send sharp pangs of pain up her face. She clenched her teeth as hard as she could, but in a moment, it was a turn for Chihiro. Then she put…
"I also don't drink on Monday afternoons," - he said after she rolled him a cigarette. "What's else on the list today?" - she chuckled back at him, not knowing yet whether she wanted this seaside bar conversation to continue and suddenly noticing that he was fifty or something - at least...
January 12, 2025 at 10:42 AM
"I also don't drink on Monday afternoons," - he said after she rolled him a cigarette. "What's else on the list today?" - she chuckled back at him, not knowing yet whether she wanted this seaside bar conversation to continue and suddenly noticing that he was fifty or something - at least...
Then they told her falabellas were very fragile, constantly sick, that they died very young, and that she definitely didn't want a pet that would die in pain in a year or two, right? She was very silent for a few days, and then, when Dad was walking her home from the nanny's house, she...
January 6, 2025 at 4:17 AM
Then they told her falabellas were very fragile, constantly sick, that they died very young, and that she definitely didn't want a pet that would die in pain in a year or two, right? She was very silent for a few days, and then, when Dad was walking her home from the nanny's house, she...
The police left, and he finally took the first puff after making sure the restaurant's back door was locked for the night. He was still wearing the fucking apron. The woman's face didn't change after the punch; it remained motionless, like the water surface in a dark pond. And the man's face...
January 3, 2025 at 2:23 PM
The police left, and he finally took the first puff after making sure the restaurant's back door was locked for the night. He was still wearing the fucking apron. The woman's face didn't change after the punch; it remained motionless, like the water surface in a dark pond. And the man's face...
He looked at the dog again. It was definitely somebody's dog, with a collar, a badge, and everything, but it was Christmas, and he really didn't care.
January 2, 2025 at 7:44 AM
He looked at the dog again. It was definitely somebody's dog, with a collar, a badge, and everything, but it was Christmas, and he really didn't care.
"Nevertheless, - he wrote, - I want you all to know: I have lots of hard feelings, and I don't forgive any of you, and I shall not be watching over you from above because I would only see the tops of your ugly heads and your ugly hunched shoulders. Instead, I'll be telling everyone there who...
December 29, 2024 at 6:24 AM
"Nevertheless, - he wrote, - I want you all to know: I have lots of hard feelings, and I don't forgive any of you, and I shall not be watching over you from above because I would only see the tops of your ugly heads and your ugly hunched shoulders. Instead, I'll be telling everyone there who...
He looked at them talking, giggling, wrapping themselves in a finest net of tiny touches, and when the carriage swung once again, he asked them: "Are you lovers?" Surprised, silenced, they turned to him, and the older woman answered smilingly: "No, but there is...
December 27, 2024 at 4:10 AM
He looked at them talking, giggling, wrapping themselves in a finest net of tiny touches, and when the carriage swung once again, he asked them: "Are you lovers?" Surprised, silenced, they turned to him, and the older woman answered smilingly: "No, but there is...
He wiped their kingdom off the face of the earth, he took hundreds into slavery, and now he stood there, in the middle of the kitchen - ant bodies crackling under his little boots, legs red with tiny bites, tightly closed jar pulling his hands down - and cried like he never cried before.
December 26, 2024 at 9:13 AM
He wiped their kingdom off the face of the earth, he took hundreds into slavery, and now he stood there, in the middle of the kitchen - ant bodies crackling under his little boots, legs red with tiny bites, tightly closed jar pulling his hands down - and cried like he never cried before.
As soon as he blurted those words, he knew he had made one enemy and millions of fans, and he sincerely doubted that he had made a good deal.
December 25, 2024 at 4:51 AM
As soon as he blurted those words, he knew he had made one enemy and millions of fans, and he sincerely doubted that he had made a good deal.
There were those black-and-white posters everywhere, saying, "Where there is life - there is hope," and if he could find a single demon here, - here, in this place of his last and eternal abandonment, of thistles, and flames, and boiling bitumen, -
December 24, 2024 at 4:36 PM
There were those black-and-white posters everywhere, saying, "Where there is life - there is hope," and if he could find a single demon here, - here, in this place of his last and eternal abandonment, of thistles, and flames, and boiling bitumen, -
Whenever she started to think about that place, she remembered to tell herself a little story: "A beaver and a snake walk into a bar. But the snake can't get up on the stool and leaves, so they never get a chance to talk to each other." She never knew why Dr. Poe told her that story, but it helped.
December 23, 2024 at 11:16 AM
Whenever she started to think about that place, she remembered to tell herself a little story: "A beaver and a snake walk into a bar. But the snake can't get up on the stool and leaves, so they never get a chance to talk to each other." She never knew why Dr. Poe told her that story, but it helped.
He always said he was the luckiest person in the world. After all, it was only a leg.
December 22, 2024 at 1:09 PM
He always said he was the luckiest person in the world. After all, it was only a leg.
She kept overwatering his damn plants, waiting eagerly for the day they finally died, for she knew that that would be the day when he was finally gone, finally gone for good.
December 20, 2024 at 7:55 AM
She kept overwatering his damn plants, waiting eagerly for the day they finally died, for she knew that that would be the day when he was finally gone, finally gone for good.
The couple stared at him blankly as he pushed all the buttons, one by one. The building was empty at this hour. Now he had at least four minutes. He could do a lot in four minutes.
December 20, 2024 at 7:50 AM
The couple stared at him blankly as he pushed all the buttons, one by one. The building was empty at this hour. Now he had at least four minutes. He could do a lot in four minutes.
On the list of everything he didn't mean to say to her, the last number was 183.
December 19, 2024 at 9:13 AM
On the list of everything he didn't mean to say to her, the last number was 183.