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Demiurge
@ Excerpt from the Novel written by Džena Andersone, 2024 @ Translated by Žanete Vēvere Pasqualini, 2024 Džena Andersone / Jen Anderson / Demiurge It was the crows that first picked up on what was happening, circling madly above the dark grey roof and filling the snow-drenched afternoon air with their rasping caws. The murder of crows massed above the house where, in a room leading from the third-floor landing, a moss-green Christmas tree stood, inexplicably smelling of euc
Dec 31, 2025
Demiurge
@ Synopsis of the Novel, written by Džena Andersone "Demiurge", 2025 @ Translated by Žanete Vēvere Pasqualini, 2025 Synopsis One Christmas Eve, four-year-old Damian is decorating the Christmas tree when he picks up the Christmas lights. To his parents’ disbelief, the bulbs light up in his hands - despite not being plugged in. His mother recoils in fear at what she has just witnessed while his father realizes that their little boy may have a special, paranormal abilities. As D
Dec 31, 2025
Ice Flower Herbarium
@ Excerpt from the Novel written by Džena Andersone, 2024 @ Translated by Žanete Vēvere Pasqualini, 2025 Ice Flower Herbarium There was something about the contours of the hessian sack dumped at the side of the snow-covered road that spelled trouble. Vincent saw this immediately which was why he stood stock-still, frozen to the spot at this ungodly hour despite a wind which was so bitterly cold that it burnt his skin. The snow gave off a silence which rang in his ears and a
Jan 1, 2025
Chalk Circles
@ Excerpt from the Novella, written by Džena Andersone, 2023 @ Translated by Žanete Vēvere Pasqualini, 2023 Džena Andersone / Jen Anderson / Chalk Circles Because in much wisdom there is much grief, and increasing knowledge results in increasing pain... Ecclesiastes 1:18 It wasn’t until that very Holy Saturday when Grandma stormed into the kitchen, brandishing
Dec 31, 2023
REQUIEM FOR THE BERMUDA TRIANGLE
@ Short Story by Džena Andersone, 2023 @ Translated by Kaija Straumanis, 2023 Džena Andersone / Jen Anderson / REQUIEM FOR THE BERMUDA TRIANGLE Wrapped head to toe like a corpse rolled up in a rug, Stefan could still feel her eyes needling into his skin through the sweaty, synthetic blanket. It was hot under there, but he didn’t want to move, didn’t want the woman waiting motionless next to him know he was awake. Stefan knew Esther was watching him. The same way she’d watch
Jun 18, 2023
Manzev House
@ Excerpt from the Novella, written by Džena Andersone "Manzev House", 2022 @ Translated by Žanete Vēvere Pasqualini, 2024 Manzev House “Hell is empty and all … are here.” William Shakespeare The pointed gable of the irregularly-shaped building prodded the sky like a sword raised aloft. Sunbeams bounced off the quartz tiled façade before hitting the unrelenting walls from which they ricocheted back, doubled in strength. Straight into Gwenda’s face. She took a few steps b
Dec 31, 2022
The matches
@ Novella written by Džena Andersone, 2021 @ Translated by Christopher Moseley, 2024 Džena Andersone / Jen Anderson / Raivo threw the car door wide open and hurled the empty beer bottles right there on the ground. With one hand he was trying to light a cigarette, with the other he was feeling in his pockets, searching for his wallet. The cigarette was damp, the half-empty lighter wouldn’t obey him. The little wheel of flint was worn out, it didn’t want to turn, the expected s
Dec 31, 2021
Publications
A word comes alive when spoken aloud, yet it begins its life independently of the author the moment it is printed on paper. From that moment, it starts its journey to the reader, and the writer no longer has any control over it.
In this section, I have compiled articles, essays, and excerpts from literary works that have appeared in various press outlets and cultural portals over time, from my first steps in prose to reflections on the intersections of literature, art, and law.
Demiurge
@ Excerpt from the Novel written by Džena Andersone, 2024 @ Translated by Žanete Vēvere Pasqualini, 2024 Džena Andersone / Jen Anderson / Demiurge It was the crows that first picked up on what was happening, circling madly above the dark grey roof and filling the snow-drenched afternoon air with their rasping caws. The murder of crows massed above the house where, in a room leading from the third-floor landing, a moss-green Christmas tree stood, inexplicably smelling of euc
Demiurge
@ Synopsis of the Novel, written by Džena Andersone "Demiurge", 2025 @ Translated by Žanete Vēvere Pasqualini, 2025 Synopsis One Christmas Eve, four-year-old Damian is decorating the Christmas tree when he picks up the Christmas lights. To his parents’ disbelief, the bulbs light up in his hands - despite not being plugged in. His mother recoils in fear at what she has just witnessed while his father realizes that their little boy may have a special, paranormal abilities. As D
Ice Flower Herbarium
@ Excerpt from the Novel written by Džena Andersone, 2024 @ Translated by Žanete Vēvere Pasqualini, 2025 Ice Flower Herbarium There was something about the contours of the hessian sack dumped at the side of the snow-covered road that spelled trouble. Vincent saw this immediately which was why he stood stock-still, frozen to the spot at this ungodly hour despite a wind which was so bitterly cold that it burnt his skin. The snow gave off a silence which rang in his ears and a
Chalk Circles
@ Excerpt from the Novella, written by Džena Andersone, 2023 @ Translated by Žanete Vēvere Pasqualini, 2023 Džena Andersone / Jen Anderson / Chalk Circles Because in much wisdom there is much grief, and increasing knowledge results in increasing pain... Ecclesiastes 1:18 It wasn’t until that very Holy Saturday when Grandma stormed into the kitchen, brandishing
REQUIEM FOR THE BERMUDA TRIANGLE
@ Short Story by Džena Andersone, 2023 @ Translated by Kaija Straumanis, 2023 Džena Andersone / Jen Anderson / REQUIEM FOR THE BERMUDA TRIANGLE Wrapped head to toe like a corpse rolled up in a rug, Stefan could still feel her eyes needling into his skin through the sweaty, synthetic blanket. It was hot under there, but he didn’t want to move, didn’t want the woman waiting motionless next to him know he was awake. Stefan knew Esther was watching him. The same way she’d watch
Manzev House
@ Excerpt from the Novella, written by Džena Andersone "Manzev House", 2022 @ Translated by Žanete Vēvere Pasqualini, 2024 Manzev House “Hell is empty and all … are here.” William Shakespeare The pointed gable of the irregularly-shaped building prodded the sky like a sword raised aloft. Sunbeams bounced off the quartz tiled façade before hitting the unrelenting walls from which they ricocheted back, doubled in strength. Straight into Gwenda’s face. She took a few steps b
The matches
@ Novella written by Džena Andersone, 2021 @ Translated by Christopher Moseley, 2024 Džena Andersone / Jen Anderson / Raivo threw the car door wide open and hurled the empty beer bottles right there on the ground. With one hand he was trying to light a cigarette, with the other he was feeling in his pockets, searching for his wallet. The cigarette was damp, the half-empty lighter wouldn’t obey him. The little wheel of flint was worn out, it didn’t want to turn, the expected s
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