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2013

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A Modest Agricultural Proposal

There's something very relaxing about escaping stress and polluted city air and growing your own fruits and vegetables.

By: Artrit Bytyçi

 

Kosovocalypse: 4. Death

As we were laying cuffed by that great ditch, the flames that had engulfed our camp kept burning.

By: Artrit Bytyçi

 

Top 5 January Comic Books

Now that you are succeeding in keeping all those New Year’s resolutions, and you stopped smoking, started going to the gym, are eating healthy foods, became more disciplined, and are…

By: Artrit Bytyçi

 

Scientifically Speaking: The Commercial Space Race

It has been more than a year now since Atlantis, the last Space Shuttle to ever fly into space on July 22, 2011. Its safe landing on a…

By: Artrit Bytyçi

 

A Beginner's Guide to Passive-Aggressive Beach Flirting

I stand by the sea shore watching the waves violently crash while the salty foam washes my feet. A chill travels through my body as I realize that jumping in…

By: Artrit Bytyçi

 

Kosovocalypse: 3. Famine

My hands are red from clenching the crowbar so tight. The black heavy doors of the warehouse are tightly locked. My futile attempts at breaking in have produced nothing but…

By: Artrit Bytyçi

 

Kosovocalypse: 2. Pestilence

Before having to deal with this end-of-the-world business, I had my own mess I was trying to clean up. I don’t even know why the media had cast me to…

By: Artrit Bytyçi

 

Kosovocalypse: War

1. War Deep down, I always believed that one day the end of the world would come, but I never imagined it would be during my lifetime. For a Kansas…

By: Artrit Bytyçi

 

Scientifically speaking: The Large Hadron Collider

Or, an experiment so simple, even a caveman can do it.

By: Artrit Bytyçi

 

The Craft of Writing: Description

Although I am officially a man of science, during my experimental adventures as a writer I managed to teach myself a thing or two on the craft of writing. Let’s…

By: Artrit Bytyçi

 

Creativity: Tools - Part 2

Continued - part 1 here.

By: Artrit Bytyçi

 

Creativity: Tools - Part 1

Or: a note to self, regarding instruments of inspiration and perspiration. As a civilization we managed to arrive where we are thanks to our ability to use tools. Ever since…

By: Artrit Bytyçi

 

On the Meaning of Football

I’ve never liked sports much. When I was little, whenever we played football in the neighborhood, the most prestigious position was that of the striker. Each one of us wanted…

By: Artrit Bytyçi

 

The Wandering Knight

September 23rd, 1479, somewhere on the Italian peninsula The last thing I remember was the blow to my head. I cannot be certain if it was caused by an explosion…

By: Artrit Bytyçi

 

Scattered Blood: The Fall of the Last Castle

Asim Kara Yilan-Bey:
April 23, 1479, Ottoman camp, at the siege of what will be known as the Last Castle. The siege equipment is all set. Everyone seems to be…

By: Artrit Bytyçi

 

Scattered Blood: The Landing

March 15, 14*9, somewhere on the Adriatic Sea These are the scared and worn out faces of my people. I must be strong. I must show courage, for their sake.…

By: Artrit Bytyçi

 

Scattered Blood: The Ghost of Calabria

Father Giuseppe's journal: September 3rd, 14*9, Piana Degli Cani, Kingdom of Naples Ana-Lucia came to see me yesterday for confession. She is growing bigger day by day. There is no…

By: Artrit Bytyçi

 

The City Naps

Even in New York, there comes a time when things wind down. Even the wildest beast needs rest every once in a while, and the closest thing that…

By: Artrit Bytyçi

 

Confessions of a Police Baton

"(The Council for the Defense of Human Rights and Freedoms) observers monitored the progress of the announced Vetëvendosje protests at the border points in Merdare and Dheu i Bardhë. CDHRF’s…

By: Artrit Bytyçi

 

A Jar of Marbles

I wish I was a kid for just one more time, so that play with marbles in my neighborhood. So that I may win and put my spoils of war…

By: Artrit Bytyçi

 

Dear Santa Claus

I know that I haven’t been the best-behaved boy all year long, however, I thought I’d write to you. 

By: Artrit Bytyçi

 

The Final Episode of “Bullies”: Sokol's Battle

I remember that cloudy day in forth grade, when our teacher entered the classroom while hiding the tears from her eyes, struggling to appear calm and composed. "Open your book…

By: Artrit Bytyçi

 

Episode three of "Bullies": Nenad's Ambush

In those times of socio-political-economic ruins of the 90's, the entrance of "tower number one" was the main hang-out place for friends of my neighborhood. All that was left from…

By: Artrit Bytyçi

 

Surviving the neighborhood bullies in 1990s Prizren: Jovica's Dogs

By: Artrit Bytyçi

 

Surviving the neighborhood bullies in 1990s Prizren

When you are in third grade, you don't really understand the politics, or why some things had to change, or why all of a sudden you had to say bye…

By: Artrit Bytyçi

 

The Three Deaths of Fernando Ricardi - Death Three: Love's Alpha and Omega

An easy answer would be that it just didn't work out between the two of us. But the truth is always more complicated than that. The fact is that Fernando…

By: Artrit Bytyçi

 

The Three Deaths of Fernando Ricardi - Death Two: The Color of Soul's Abyss

Of course I know Fernando Ricardi. I know all my employees. Every single one who works or at some point in their lives worked for me, I know them all.…

By: Artrit Bytyçi

 

The Three Deaths of Fernando Ricardi v0.25 Death One: Without Serial Number

Maybe I’m not the right person to talk about Fernando Ricardi, since I was the one who ultimately caused his death. Yes, yes, I know, you don't generally hear stories…

By: Artrit Bytyçi