Alexandar Tomov's Blog
June 18, 2017
Един кратък стих от мен
Съдба.
Бавно пада мрак и
фенера остава сам във нощта.
А в теб остава надеждата за светлина.
И отново те пронизват
въпросите на вечността:
има ли любов и сън ли е смъртта...
Александър Томов - син
26.Май.2017
Бавно пада мрак и
фенера остава сам във нощта.
А в теб остава надеждата за светлина.
И отново те пронизват
въпросите на вечността:
има ли любов и сън ли е смъртта...
Александър Томов - син
26.Май.2017
March 23, 2017
Horror to exist
My new very short, surreal, experimental movie:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iIxcl...
Thanks for watching!
Best regards: A. Tomov - junior
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iIxcl...
Thanks for watching!
Best regards: A. Tomov - junior
April 13, 2016
The Infernal Machine
A Short Story by Alexander Tomov - Junior
He noticed the infernal machine by accident. In fact it had been there for years. It was like a treasure, deeply hidden from human eyes …It was cheap and was sold legally everywhere and no one paid any attention to it. Absolutely every person used it every day but not as an infernal machine. It’s almost always locked. To find the key to it, you have to make an impossible flight through happiness, hatred and death, a flight he was going to perform without knowing it.
The infernal machine consisted of smooth surface and a bottom, which changed in various ways, depending on the inner and outer movement. Like a chameleon in time and space. Behind the bottom is the darkness where the key is hidden. But no one so far had passed through the darkness. Deeply inside he felt that if he managed somehow, the world would suddenly become clear and acquire a form that helps you control it. The endless burden of conscience will remain for ever buried in the changing bottom.
He was fully convinced in his last thought, and he smiled.
Outside, the high marble columns were waiting darkly. Crowds’ gazes were excited and attacked the high walls like a storm.
That strange feeling began to rise slowly inside him. This time it was stronger than ever.
What was the key? And did he have enough strength to reach it? He was on the verge of the happy abyss but he didn’t know it yet. The terrible nightmares that overwhelmed him night after night and the confused and morbid visions from the future were going to kill him if he didn’t find the key immediately. He was as sure of it as he was sure he was alive. They were coming unbearably close to him – to the fatal end and to the rise. And then they were taking him back. That was his hell.
A hell in which every cell in his body agonized a second after second. The only possible way out was the locked infernal machine.
He was really very ill. He was not going to survive through one more night if he didn’t fly out of the window. He heard vague sounds. Unbearable fatigue was closing his eyes. He was all by himself in the huge bedroom. He had already warned that whoever entered would die on the spot. Suddenly the visions overwhelmed it. They were rocking him without a way or a direction. The locked window was moving away. He was crying silently, crawling in the middle of the bedroom. He now couldn’t see anything. He felt he was sinking. Then, suddenly, he grabbed something. It was a blade which cut him.
First he felt the slight pain. Then the blood dripping from his hand, which was soon going to turn into a river, and then the hot ice of the steel.
The coldness let the bright darkness in. And he lost consciousness.
He woke up in the middle of the bedroom with a very strange and incomprehensible feeling. He felt a surge of strength and rose up. The blood on his hand had congealed. The pain and the illness were gone.
And then suddenly he had an insight. It was an overwhelming light. His whole being sensed the untouchable nature of immortality.
The fatal mistake you are going to make and then go on because it is death that makes you immortal. He smiled again. He was completely cured.
Then he realized clearly that the flight through the infernal machine is absolutely impossible. And suddenly flew out of the window.
It was killingly beautiful, regardless of the price.
Suddenly he felt this endless power. The infernal machine opposite him was unlocked. Then for the first time in hours he turned his head away from the mirror. And then some invisible hands mixed fire and darkness together.
Half an hour later on the floor of his bedroom a lame wretch was wriggling, with his eyes bent down for ever.
“Don’t you see anything?” Caligula asked him with half-closed eyes.
Translated from the Bulgarian by Margarita Dogramadzhyan
He noticed the infernal machine by accident. In fact it had been there for years. It was like a treasure, deeply hidden from human eyes …It was cheap and was sold legally everywhere and no one paid any attention to it. Absolutely every person used it every day but not as an infernal machine. It’s almost always locked. To find the key to it, you have to make an impossible flight through happiness, hatred and death, a flight he was going to perform without knowing it.
The infernal machine consisted of smooth surface and a bottom, which changed in various ways, depending on the inner and outer movement. Like a chameleon in time and space. Behind the bottom is the darkness where the key is hidden. But no one so far had passed through the darkness. Deeply inside he felt that if he managed somehow, the world would suddenly become clear and acquire a form that helps you control it. The endless burden of conscience will remain for ever buried in the changing bottom.
He was fully convinced in his last thought, and he smiled.
Outside, the high marble columns were waiting darkly. Crowds’ gazes were excited and attacked the high walls like a storm.
That strange feeling began to rise slowly inside him. This time it was stronger than ever.
What was the key? And did he have enough strength to reach it? He was on the verge of the happy abyss but he didn’t know it yet. The terrible nightmares that overwhelmed him night after night and the confused and morbid visions from the future were going to kill him if he didn’t find the key immediately. He was as sure of it as he was sure he was alive. They were coming unbearably close to him – to the fatal end and to the rise. And then they were taking him back. That was his hell.
A hell in which every cell in his body agonized a second after second. The only possible way out was the locked infernal machine.
He was really very ill. He was not going to survive through one more night if he didn’t fly out of the window. He heard vague sounds. Unbearable fatigue was closing his eyes. He was all by himself in the huge bedroom. He had already warned that whoever entered would die on the spot. Suddenly the visions overwhelmed it. They were rocking him without a way or a direction. The locked window was moving away. He was crying silently, crawling in the middle of the bedroom. He now couldn’t see anything. He felt he was sinking. Then, suddenly, he grabbed something. It was a blade which cut him.
First he felt the slight pain. Then the blood dripping from his hand, which was soon going to turn into a river, and then the hot ice of the steel.
The coldness let the bright darkness in. And he lost consciousness.
He woke up in the middle of the bedroom with a very strange and incomprehensible feeling. He felt a surge of strength and rose up. The blood on his hand had congealed. The pain and the illness were gone.
And then suddenly he had an insight. It was an overwhelming light. His whole being sensed the untouchable nature of immortality.
The fatal mistake you are going to make and then go on because it is death that makes you immortal. He smiled again. He was completely cured.
Then he realized clearly that the flight through the infernal machine is absolutely impossible. And suddenly flew out of the window.
It was killingly beautiful, regardless of the price.
Suddenly he felt this endless power. The infernal machine opposite him was unlocked. Then for the first time in hours he turned his head away from the mirror. And then some invisible hands mixed fire and darkness together.
Half an hour later on the floor of his bedroom a lame wretch was wriggling, with his eyes bent down for ever.
“Don’t you see anything?” Caligula asked him with half-closed eyes.
Translated from the Bulgarian by Margarita Dogramadzhyan
October 8, 2015
ALEKSANDAR TOMOV - Guest Writer
9 October 2015 - ALEKSANDAR TOMOV - Guest Writer and Film Director
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August 22, 2015
The Wanderer - short story
A Short Story by Alexander Tomov - Junior
I’ve been a wanderer all my life. I travel round the world to forget people I meet every day. I dream of meeting someone who will remain in my memory. It hasn’t happened yet.
Tonight I stop in a remote village, at the house of an old woman. She lays the table for me. I look at her wrinkled face and empty green eyes. There is a wooden bed in one corner of the simple kitchen. Somebody, covered with a blanket, stirs on it.
“Who is sleeping there?” I ask her.
She looks at me and doesn’t answer. She sits opposite me.
“I want to ask you a favor. There is no one else to turn to,” she says cautiously.
“What favor?”
The woman takes two gold rings from her pocket and brings them closer to my eyes.
“Tonight my daughter is getting marrying to a man who left her years ago. Now he has returned again, to make her happy. I want you to marry them!”
“What do you mean, she is getting marrying? And where? Why should I give them the rings? And why should I marry them? I am just a wanderer.”
“I have no relatives or close friends. There is no one else except you that I can ask. He won’t take the ring from me. He hates me because I drove him away. I thought he was not the right man for her at the time. But I was wrong. And since then my daughter is not feeling well.”
“Okay, but I don’t understand how…”
“Come,” she takes me by the hand and we walk towards the small fire-place. She puts the rings into my pocket. “Lie down and listen to the fire. I’ll be beside you. Hold your hand near the flames to feel the slight burning. That way you won’t get lost…”
I obey, although I don’t know why I am doing it. I close my eyes and start listening. The burning of my skin is getting less and less intense.
I found myself in the twilight of a forest. On a small clearing I see a man and a woman. They are dressed all in white. They are beautiful. They stay side by side…
“Come closer. They are expecting you,” I hear the old woman’s voice.
I do. Everything is vague and is turning around. Their eyes are piercing me. I take out the rings. I hand them to the man. He takes them. Puts one on the bride’s finger and the other on his own finger.
“Do you love him?” asks the distant voice of her mother.
“Yes,” says the daughter.
“And do you love her?”
“Yes,” answers the man.
“How do you know he is not lying? He has left her before, hasn’t he?” I ask the old woman ridiculously, in the presence of the newly married couple.
“He is not lying! Dead people always tell the truth!” she answers.
“You are now a husband and a wife, till death do you part,” I pronounce, endlessly surprised, with the voice of a stranger.
They smile.
I feel a sharp burning on my hand. I jump. I am again by the fire-place. The old woman is smiling. She sheds a few tears.
“Thank you. Now they will be happy forever,” she says to me and leaves the room.
I am confused. I walk up to that bed. And lift the cover.
I find a woman as pale as death under it. I realize she has just died. This is obviously the old woman’s very ill daughter. I cover her again. I call the old woman. She doesn’t answer. I start looking for her all round the house. There is no sign of her. I take my baggage. I set the house on fire. It’s dark outside. The fire tears down the darkness. I turn my back to the place and leave, not knowing where.
And suddenly I understand…
All dreams are dead now.
Translated from the Bulgarian by Margarita Dogramadzhyan
I’ve been a wanderer all my life. I travel round the world to forget people I meet every day. I dream of meeting someone who will remain in my memory. It hasn’t happened yet.
Tonight I stop in a remote village, at the house of an old woman. She lays the table for me. I look at her wrinkled face and empty green eyes. There is a wooden bed in one corner of the simple kitchen. Somebody, covered with a blanket, stirs on it.
“Who is sleeping there?” I ask her.
She looks at me and doesn’t answer. She sits opposite me.
“I want to ask you a favor. There is no one else to turn to,” she says cautiously.
“What favor?”
The woman takes two gold rings from her pocket and brings them closer to my eyes.
“Tonight my daughter is getting marrying to a man who left her years ago. Now he has returned again, to make her happy. I want you to marry them!”
“What do you mean, she is getting marrying? And where? Why should I give them the rings? And why should I marry them? I am just a wanderer.”
“I have no relatives or close friends. There is no one else except you that I can ask. He won’t take the ring from me. He hates me because I drove him away. I thought he was not the right man for her at the time. But I was wrong. And since then my daughter is not feeling well.”
“Okay, but I don’t understand how…”
“Come,” she takes me by the hand and we walk towards the small fire-place. She puts the rings into my pocket. “Lie down and listen to the fire. I’ll be beside you. Hold your hand near the flames to feel the slight burning. That way you won’t get lost…”
I obey, although I don’t know why I am doing it. I close my eyes and start listening. The burning of my skin is getting less and less intense.
I found myself in the twilight of a forest. On a small clearing I see a man and a woman. They are dressed all in white. They are beautiful. They stay side by side…
“Come closer. They are expecting you,” I hear the old woman’s voice.
I do. Everything is vague and is turning around. Their eyes are piercing me. I take out the rings. I hand them to the man. He takes them. Puts one on the bride’s finger and the other on his own finger.
“Do you love him?” asks the distant voice of her mother.
“Yes,” says the daughter.
“And do you love her?”
“Yes,” answers the man.
“How do you know he is not lying? He has left her before, hasn’t he?” I ask the old woman ridiculously, in the presence of the newly married couple.
“He is not lying! Dead people always tell the truth!” she answers.
“You are now a husband and a wife, till death do you part,” I pronounce, endlessly surprised, with the voice of a stranger.
They smile.
I feel a sharp burning on my hand. I jump. I am again by the fire-place. The old woman is smiling. She sheds a few tears.
“Thank you. Now they will be happy forever,” she says to me and leaves the room.
I am confused. I walk up to that bed. And lift the cover.
I find a woman as pale as death under it. I realize she has just died. This is obviously the old woman’s very ill daughter. I cover her again. I call the old woman. She doesn’t answer. I start looking for her all round the house. There is no sign of her. I take my baggage. I set the house on fire. It’s dark outside. The fire tears down the darkness. I turn my back to the place and leave, not knowing where.
And suddenly I understand…
All dreams are dead now.
Translated from the Bulgarian by Margarita Dogramadzhyan
February 17, 2015
Freelance writers network in Twitter
Hello to all authors. I try to build network for freelance writers in www.twitter.com. So, if You like the idea to be connected and retweet's each others, please use hashtag: "#FWRT" (freelance writers retweet) in Your tweets! I retweet everything with this hashtag. Also feel free to tweet in my account everything, connected with literature. I will retweet. Follow me and I will include You in my list.
My Twitter:
@altomov
My account:
https://twitter.com/altomov
Best regards: A. Tomov - junior
My Twitter:
@altomov
My account:
https://twitter.com/altomov
Best regards: A. Tomov - junior
January 25, 2015
CONTRACT - SUGGESTION
(for publishers and publishing).
PLEASE RETWEET
Greetings, Esteemed Ladies and Gentlemen.
My name is Aleksandar Tomov – Junior, and I’m a freelance writer and film director, who is looking for professional realization abroad. I come from a small country, Bulgaria, and I work on my own. I’m currently not bound to any publishers. I write short stories in different genres, including dystopian, absurdist, mystery, post-apocalyptic, and science fiction, fantasy, and the grotesque.
I am writing this with a proposal related to my new book, Beyond the Absurd. My proposal is as follows: I’m looking for a publishing press, which would take the risk of publishing, launching, and promoting the short stories of an unknown writer, such as myself. The ambitions and goals I’ve set for myself are high. My dream is to present my ideas and philosophical insights to the Western World, and make them popular both in smaller literary circles and among a mass audience of readers. I believe that, in some aspects, I’ve developed a unique and one-of-a-kind point of view and created many original ideas, hypotheses, and outlooks on the world, on existential human existence, on human nature, and on politics, as well as regarding the global development of society and the evolution of the human consciousness in the near and the distant future. I usually work intuitively and my creative process is based on my own insights and perceptions.
Regarding the financial side of things and my remuneration, money is not my goal in this endeavor and, as such, that issue is of very small importance. If a famous publisher, agreed to publish and promote my work, I would be willing to enter a contractual agreement, according to which I would get five or less percent of the revenue from the sales of my new book Beyond the Absurd.
Below, you can find several links, containing more information about me as a writer, my work, my books, interviews with me, and some of my translated short stories.
Please, do not hesitate to contact me if you have any interest! My email is:
tomovwriter@abv.bg
LINKS:
Interview with Alexander Tomov Jr (author) by Jaideep Khanduja:
https://gottafindahome.wordpress.com/...
http://sciencefiction-nastragull.blog...
My www.goodreads.com profile:
https://www.goodreads.com/author/show...
FEATURED AUTHOR 2015:
https://www.goodreads.com/topic/show/...
My open interview in goodreads.com. You're welcome to ask questions!:
https://www.goodreads.com/author/6012...
ALL MY INTERVIEWS:
https://www.goodreads.com/author_blog...
My books in Amazon:
http://www.amazon.com/Alexandur-Tomov...
http://www.amazon.co.uk/Alexandur-Tom...
10 translated short stories from my future book "Beyond the Absurd -
free download link:
https://www.goodreads.com/ebooks/down...
Beyond the Absurd - front cover:
https://www.goodreads.com/photo/group...
Some of my stories:
The Hotel of Absurdity - short story:
https://www.goodreads.com/author_blog...
Beyond the Absurd - short story:
https://www.goodreads.com/author_blog...
STORY 1 - short story:
https://www.goodreads.com/author_blog...
More stories in www.goodreads.com:
https://www.goodreads.com/story/list/...
Best regards,
A. Tomov – junior
PLEASE RETWEET
Greetings, Esteemed Ladies and Gentlemen.
My name is Aleksandar Tomov – Junior, and I’m a freelance writer and film director, who is looking for professional realization abroad. I come from a small country, Bulgaria, and I work on my own. I’m currently not bound to any publishers. I write short stories in different genres, including dystopian, absurdist, mystery, post-apocalyptic, and science fiction, fantasy, and the grotesque.
I am writing this with a proposal related to my new book, Beyond the Absurd. My proposal is as follows: I’m looking for a publishing press, which would take the risk of publishing, launching, and promoting the short stories of an unknown writer, such as myself. The ambitions and goals I’ve set for myself are high. My dream is to present my ideas and philosophical insights to the Western World, and make them popular both in smaller literary circles and among a mass audience of readers. I believe that, in some aspects, I’ve developed a unique and one-of-a-kind point of view and created many original ideas, hypotheses, and outlooks on the world, on existential human existence, on human nature, and on politics, as well as regarding the global development of society and the evolution of the human consciousness in the near and the distant future. I usually work intuitively and my creative process is based on my own insights and perceptions.
Regarding the financial side of things and my remuneration, money is not my goal in this endeavor and, as such, that issue is of very small importance. If a famous publisher, agreed to publish and promote my work, I would be willing to enter a contractual agreement, according to which I would get five or less percent of the revenue from the sales of my new book Beyond the Absurd.
Below, you can find several links, containing more information about me as a writer, my work, my books, interviews with me, and some of my translated short stories.
Please, do not hesitate to contact me if you have any interest! My email is:
tomovwriter@abv.bg
LINKS:
Interview with Alexander Tomov Jr (author) by Jaideep Khanduja:
https://gottafindahome.wordpress.com/...
http://sciencefiction-nastragull.blog...
My www.goodreads.com profile:
https://www.goodreads.com/author/show...
FEATURED AUTHOR 2015:
https://www.goodreads.com/topic/show/...
My open interview in goodreads.com. You're welcome to ask questions!:
https://www.goodreads.com/author/6012...
ALL MY INTERVIEWS:
https://www.goodreads.com/author_blog...
My books in Amazon:
http://www.amazon.com/Alexandur-Tomov...
http://www.amazon.co.uk/Alexandur-Tom...
10 translated short stories from my future book "Beyond the Absurd -
free download link:
https://www.goodreads.com/ebooks/down...
Beyond the Absurd - front cover:
https://www.goodreads.com/photo/group...
Some of my stories:
The Hotel of Absurdity - short story:
https://www.goodreads.com/author_blog...
Beyond the Absurd - short story:
https://www.goodreads.com/author_blog...
STORY 1 - short story:
https://www.goodreads.com/author_blog...
More stories in www.goodreads.com:
https://www.goodreads.com/story/list/...
Best regards,
A. Tomov – junior
January 11, 2015
FEATURED AUTHOR 2015
Featured Author Discussion - Alexandar Tomov - Jan 8 - 21 :
https://www.goodreads.com/topic/show/...
I will answer to all Your questions on 21 january.
Please retweet.
Best regards: A. Tomov - junior
https://www.goodreads.com/topic/show/...
I will answer to all Your questions on 21 january.
Please retweet.
Best regards: A. Tomov - junior
December 14, 2014
Interview with A. Tomov Jr
Interview with Alexander Tomov Jr (author) by Jaideep Khanduja:
http://sciencefiction-nastragull.blog...
https://gottafindahome.wordpress.com/...
I'll be appreciated to everyone, who leave some comment here in goodreads.com!
Best regards: A. Tomov - junior
http://sciencefiction-nastragull.blog...
https://gottafindahome.wordpress.com/...
I'll be appreciated to everyone, who leave some comment here in goodreads.com!
Best regards: A. Tomov - junior
December 4, 2014
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