Dennis Mombauer

Writer of speculative and weird fiction, freelance editor and translator, co-founder of Die Novelle - Magazine for Experimentalism, years of theatre and media work.

THE HOUSE OF DROUGHT

15. July 2022

My first novella, “The House of Drought,” has been published with Stelliform Press as paperback and ebook! Check out this eerie, dark, gothic, and imaginative story of horror and weird fiction set in Sri Lanka! A HAUNTED HOUSE FOR THE CLIMATE CHANGE ERA. On the island of Sri Lanka, at a colonial mansion between the…

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Dennis Mombauer

Writer of speculative and weird fiction, freelance editor and translator, co-founder of Die Novelle - Magazine for Experimentalism, years of theatre and media work.

THE HOUSE OF DROUGHT

15. July 2022

My first novella, “The House of Drought,” has been published with Stelliform Press as paperback and ebook! Check out this eerie, dark, gothic, and imaginative story of horror and weird fiction set in Sri Lanka! A HAUNTED HOUSE FOR THE CLIMATE CHANGE ERA. On the island of Sri Lanka, at a colonial mansion between the…

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THE HOUSE OF DROUGHT

A HAUNTED HOUSE FOR THE CLIMATE CHANGE ERA. On the island of Sri Lanka, at a colonial mansion between the forest and the paddy fields, a caretaker arrives with four children in tow after pledging to keep them safe. When violent thugs storm the house demanding that Ushu repay his debt, young Jasmit and the…
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THE FOURTH FUNDAMENTAL FORCE

“School was closed today, and the children went home early. They ran along the streets underneath broken windows and drainpipes, stopping as they reached the supermarket. Esma found milk powder on one of the shelves, Niles placed a coin on the checkout desk. Even in daylight, they could already see the enormous moon looming over…
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THE BASTION OF MIDNIGHT BELLS

“The bastion rose from the evening shadows, and Hiroki paused on the mountain path. A crevice separated the buildings from the rest of the peak, and only a narrow bridge led up to their entrance. Fog drifted through the windows and over the battlements, easing into the scars and pockmarks of a long-forgotten onslaught. This…
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DESCENT INTO THE ARCHIVES (Podcast)

“We require the Tirani correspondence from the archives. Do not open it. Do not read it. Bring it to us.” The instruction came from the fax machine line by line, accompanied by toneless buzzing. M. watched the paper, searching for a way to escape this assignment, but there was none. The instruction was in writing,…
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THE ISLAND OF MASKS

“The sea spits a man onto the shores of an island. Every wave hurls his blood against the cliffs and drops fragments of broken bone. The storm roars like white noise inside a conch shell. And yet, the man opening his eyes is whole.” Published in: Exterus, Vol. 1, March 2021
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KAIROI

“Outside the hotel, European flags flapped in the breeze. The man crossed the hall, suit on his shoulders and shoes banging on marble. He knew he could always adopt the easy arrogance of privilege, the confident stride of the white western male. The woman sat in the lobby corner, her nails clicking away on the…
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