Cretulescu Palace: Stirbei Voda: Cismigui Park: Bucharest #fanart #apocalypse

May 23, 2011

Cretulescu Palace, Bucharest

Cretulescu Palace

A scene from Chapter 1.12 in Book of Carrot, my novel about the end times. READ it here


In this pic, Lumi is looking across the street at the Cretulescu Palace (currently serving as ambiguous UN offices) through her hyper-intelligent eyewear (K-9s) as they (Grace, Lumi and Max) try to make it to John’s apartment at Stirbei Voda 71. She’s also buzzing John for help as the riot unfolds next to the palace.


They had made it as far as the Cretulescu Palace and the Stirbei Voda entrance to Cismigiu Park.

Lumi buzzed John.

“Help! We’re across from Cretulescu Palace. Max was hit by a car and twisted her ankle. We saw a shooting at the intersection of Calea Victoriei and Stirbei Voda. Everything is going to hell.”

On my way!

Across the street, people were gathered at the gates of the entrance to Cismigu Park. They were trying to pull down the gate. The anti-riot stormtroopers, the Jandarmi, shouted at the crowd.

The crowd continued trying to rock the gates out of their hinges. Six tear gas canisters were fired into the crowd. Three people were hit directly and collapsed. Six more tear gas canisters were fired behind the crowd as the crowd broke up. Another six tear gas canisters were fired at the other side of the street.

Lumi, Max and Grace moved up Stirbei Voda, coughing, gagging and eyes watering from the tear gas. They all thought they were in a dream. Everything felt unreal.

Media: Photography and Digital Art

Artist: Madalina Cristea

Creative Commons license for this graphic as follows: Attribution-ShareAlike CC BY-SA


Madalina Cristea

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P.S. Success to Madalina who is flying to London today for her audition to be be an acting student at The London School of Arts.

Book of Carrot: Chapter 1.12 by Stan Faryna

May 12, 2011

Chapter 1.12.1

This is a continuation of the posts originally titled, An Untitled Novel About The Long Road of Hope.

[ Chapter 1.1 is here. ]

03 July 2023

Three white Porsche Cayennes pulled up at La Boeme. John and Cristina got out of the first SUV. Lumi, Grace and George got out of the second SUV. It was like they were Hollywood stars. People stared.

They went into the restaurant and were seated at a reserved table. Max was their server and they liked her. She had been their server on several previous occasions. Max was very attentive. Cristina liked that.

“Hi, John and Cristina. Can I get you and your friends something to drink?” said Max as she walked up to their table. Read the rest of this entry »

Book of Carrot: Chapter 1.11 by Stan Faryna

May 5, 2011

Chapter 1.11.1

This is a continuation of the posts originally titled, An Untitled Novel About The Long Road of Hope.

[ Chapter 1.1 is here. ]

Noah was dressed in a black tuxedo. He and two other well dressed men stood when the ladies entered the restaurant.

“Thank you so much for joining us, ladies. You are sparkling jewels that light up the night. Tonight, I want to celebrate the return of our hope. Of our children…” said Noah.

“I give thanks to God with a joyful heart. And I want to welcome you home, ladies. We have long awaited your arrival with much anticipation.”

Noah introduced the ladies to Ambassador Henri St. Therese and Prince Mihail Sturza. Read the rest of this entry »

Book of Carrot: Chapter 1.10 by Stan Faryna

May 4, 2011

Chapter 1.10.1

This is a continuation of the posts titled, An Untitled Novel About The Long Road of Hope.

[ Chapter 1.1 is here. ]

On the road of despair, one freedom may be purchased for another freedom. But true freedom cannot be purchased without hope. Just like a purchased kiss is not a kiss.

Because a purchased kiss does not fill the heart.

Just like purchased kisses, stolen pleasures and comforts gather shame and jealousy like roads gather dust. Where hope grows fruit and thanksgiving, despair gathers shame and jealousy.

Despair grates the stoney ground of a broken heart with broken, screeching plow shares. It makes a God-awful commotion that tastes like the greasy, black smoke of burning plastic. The sound can be so horrible that you have to press your hands hard against your ears, eyes, mouth, nose and soul. All at the same time!

Without hope, there’s no other way to avoid it crawling into your skin and spreading across you like a creeping, malicious intelligence.

– Dio

Read the rest of this entry »

An Untitled Novel About the Road of Hope: Chapter 1.8

April 28, 2011

Chapter 1.8.1

[ Chapter 1.1 is here. ]

21 October 2023

Those who run the road of despair are driven by an unquenchable thirst for vengeance. It does not lead to freedom, regardless of any undeserved and fleeting victories that chance throws to us like a clean bone is thrown to dogs. That road runs to dead ends: slavery, self-deceit and defeat.

On the road of despair, never can there be enough. Nor peace. Neither forgiveness nor thanksgiving will fly from our heart or lips when we run that unfortunate and much traveled highway. But if thanks, praise and forgiveness never fly from our hearts and lips, neither will they fly to perch upon new blessings, new tomorrows and hope’s renewal.

On the road of despair, we only take possession of lesser treasures by force, deceit and theft: knick knacks, kitsch and all the other counterfeits of joy, love, and peaceful heart. But thieves, they never enjoy the hospitalities afforded to honored and cherished guests: generosity, kindness and love – among other good things.

 – Dio Read the rest of this entry »