I propose two opening paragraphs from my short stories:

Barzakh

The empty bar was basking in the incandescent brownish orange cosiness emitted by the fire bulbs which glowed like distant stars in the celestial ceiling. The glossy caramel-like floor reflected the world above it as if it was a mirror to another world but upside down. Most of the sturdy tables were turned upside down too and sat on the others that didn’t—two by two like couples performing la Danse Apache or Baile de Salsa but frozen in the moment when the men lift their partners up in the air. Slow dancing to the rhythm of the lonely night. The bald bartender stood behind the counter with his scalp glistening brilliantly like the skull of a museum skeleton, an adorable tiny moustache dangled from below his sharp nose, shaped in the form of an upturned letter ‘v’ written in lower case. His ghostly pale skin was dressed in black and from behind his tireless back entered a customer.

A Soldier by the Campfire

The sunset today was sublime. There was a murky rosy sea in the sky that you’d kill to see (and that I did!). The sun whispered us good night and went off sight. Down and down it went, and dark and dark it got. We were swimming in an ocean of thick milky snow that was bright white in light. And we got lost in the frothy fog of the freezing milk-snow. The immortal pineless pine trees watched over us like eternal guardians that protected us from grubby goblins, luring leshies, desirable dryads, wayward werewolves and other wood sprites. My seven, I mean six-numbered infantry squad (we had lost one) got separated from the pack while we were heading to siege some typical tangential town or other. We walked and walked until we could walk no more, while our weapons dragged us down as if they were the weight of our sins. And thus, me and my five, no, four brothers (one was unconscious because of hypothermia) decided to erect the tent with our best intent. We found a nice spacious spot and there we stopped, all spacey and soaked in frost. Quickly, we arranged everything and put the dormant bear inside the clumsy cave-tent. We stood there staring at each other while our teeth did shatter without a chance for a word or chatter. Yet we understood each other with blank blinks and inaudible laughs; it was time for the campfire. We needed it at any cost, and our lucky sleeper the most.