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.

A New Year!

7. January 2020

I know, 2020 is already old, on fire, and on the brink of World War 3: but I here comes my review of the year that just vanished into the fog. So, how was my 2019, especially in writing? For the first time, I set myself a daily target (1,000 words minimum) and stuck to…

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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.

A New Year!

7. January 2020

I know, 2020 is already old, on fire, and on the brink of World War 3: but I here comes my review of the year that just vanished into the fog. So, how was my 2019, especially in writing? For the first time, I set myself a daily target (1,000 words minimum) and stuck to…

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DESCENT INTO THE ARCHIVES

“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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ELDER GLASS

“Shadows rushed along the sewer walls and turned them into a kaleidoscope of black. ‘I saw my future in a shard of glass.” The scavenger slogged through the runoff, his ghost-light hovering before him. “Follow me, and I shall lead you to safety.'” Published in: Fantasy Shorts, June  2020
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THE DOMINION OF FLIES

“Three men met on the street to the city, and they all came from nowhere. The street was abandoned, littered with car wrecks over which the wind threw yellow dust. Desert sand, carried here from the south to cover the city’s cadaver like a shroud.” Published in: Kyanite Press, Vol. 2, Issue 3 (May 2020)
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DESCENT INTO THE ARCHIVES

“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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WORDS OF STONE AND STRAW

“Absence of light played over life-sized strawmen and creaking shelves. A door flew open, a fugitive rushed in from the street, candles flickered violently. ‘You must help me!’ The shopkeeper looked up behind her counter: ‘Must I?'” Published in: Fantasy Shorts (April 2020)  
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THREE EXPEDITIONS

“The Mountains of Oblivion grew higher at the horizon with every passing hour, and ironically, they might have been the only thing that one couldn’t forget in this desert made of snow. / The leaves and branches slapped him, scratching his skin with raw nails and, where he was covered with oiled leather or rusting…
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