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.

2018: A YEAR IN REVIEW

30. December 2018

As 2018 comes to a close, I want to look back on a year of publications. Below is a selection of some of my stories and poems that have come out during the past year.

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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.

2018: A YEAR IN REVIEW

30. December 2018

As 2018 comes to a close, I want to look back on a year of publications. Below is a selection of some of my stories and poems that have come out during the past year.

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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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THE BEDFOLK

“an empty bottle blinks from the canal small people dwell in the murky water   at night they mend sandals and wash laundry gut fish and string up their scales they scrub the washrooms and pull the towels leave little gifts on the doorstep a bowl of milk for the disappeared rice and sambol for…
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THE GARBAGE MANDALA

“Irakov’s breath condensed in the air, barely visible in the traces of brightness that trickled down from the streetlights. The hours before dawn always seemed to be the coldest, perhaps because they were furthest from the sun, perhaps because the men themselves were still at their most vulnerable. “It’s some kind of mechanical device, like…
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ABERRANT FOLIATION

“The train stopped. Sanesh awoke with a start. His own reflection stared at him from the window. Blackest night reigned outside, and the jungle brushed against the carriage.“ Published in: Dark Moments, Black Hare Press, June 2019
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PHOBOSTEUS

“The curtain rose, and the first act began. Falb stood in one of the claustrophobic hallways of the cruiser, surrounded by other soldiers. The projection screens in the walls had come alive and commanded everyone’s attention. Falb took a deep breath and clenched his teeth. Until a moment ago, the screens had only shown star-speckled…
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APPSTREAM FOREST SONG

“the wechat bubbles over xings and xangas snapfish migrate appstream qqs waddle along the riverside stumbleupon myspaces and foursquares” Published in: The Journal of Compressed Creative Arts (March 2019)
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