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    Puff of Black
    Puff of Black
    Puff of Black
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    Puff of Black

    By Christopher Gretkus

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    "Puff of black" blends together poetry and a novel. We meet extraordinary people and Supreme Beings, witnessing their fight for independence, leadership and supremacy over the Earth. "Puff of black" is a must-read for all true literary aristocrats.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherChristopher Gretkus
    Release dateMar 25, 2013
    ISBN9781301575800
    Puff of Black
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    Christopher Gretkus

    Christopher Gretkus (1970) — publisher of portal Emoralni*, columnist, photojournalist. From 2008 to 2012, the contributor of LNP press photo agency and The Polish Times weekly magazine in London. Born in Poland, moved to the UK in 2005. In the late 90's, he was publishing short stories and poems in the renowned polish literature magazine bruLion in Warsaw. He wrote a book of poems called "Scream and whisper" published in 1996 by MOK. His prose poem "Puff of black" was originally finished in 1999. The author writes in english and polish since then.

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      Puff of Black - Christopher Gretkus

      PUFF OF BLACK

      By Christopher Gretkus

      Published by Christopher Gretkus at Smashwords

      Copyright 2017 Christopher Gretkus

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      Prologue

      Poetry is over

      You can go home

      CHAPTER I

      L'Empire

      WEST SAHARA. NEAR OASIS BEL-ART-MORT

      Emptiness. All embracing emptiness. The infinity of scorching sand and air. Quartz, oxygen and nitrogen. The pre-existence land. But even here in the middle of desert hell, the human advanced technology triumphantly left its footstep – a Land Rover like a vanishing point, with the opened sunroof and someone sitting inside, wearing a white turban protecting him from the deadly sunshine. Gazed upon the horizon, he seemed to be waiting for something. Another minute passed. The stranger closed his eyes, and when his anxiety became so unbearable that he was about to turn the ignition and leave, he stopped short. It was a premonition of something powerful approaching. Something horribly temperamental. Far away before him a tiny point got separated from the horizon and a huge metallic disc emerged from the open space, sliding silently above the tops of sandy dunes. The stranger inside Land Rover watched the craft with unbelievable astonishment, when it stopped and hovered several meters in front of the car eclipsing the sun. It was the size of a house and the stranger got off the car to come near the lower part of the craft. Than something unexpected happened – the bulged cover opened with a hiss and in hazy hatchway stood up a figure of human. The men hugged and after a while the Land Rover driver said:

      – I thought You would never come.

      To the ultimate events there remain 30 hours.

      SOMEWHERE IN PARIS

      – I'm Leo...

      I was standing in a foyer of the hotel L'Europe,

      when that man came up to me.

      He introduced himself as Leo – a

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