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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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 DUST BATHYNAUT

“The rift divides the land in two halves, but neither of them is interesting. It is the rift itself that calls to people, entices them with its siren’s call from worlds away: only a dozen meters wide, with steep cliffs of grey rock and a bottom that can never be seen. Shine a light into…

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BELOW THE CUBICLE SEA

“Deep in the building, behind corridors & empty offices & pipe-wormed basements, Oleska has found a door. The stairs leading down are carpeted, her steps hushed to a whisper, the walls naked. She descends.” Published in: The Kyanite Press, Volume 1, Issue 2 (November/December 2018)   Paperback Pricing: $8,85 eBook Pricing: $5,85

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THE GLASS-TOOTHED WOLF

“When it rained, only dust fell from the sky. The preformed people were out on the streets, fighting their little wars, but not much else moved under the suffocating heat.

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A PASSAGE OF TIME

“Oleska wakes up, and she immediately knows that her city has drowned. Dark currents flow through the corridors of empty offices, wash around cubicles and swell on the shores of ascending staircases. Cataracts plunge down elevator shafts into gargling blackness, feeding sub-basement oceans and crawl-space rivers. There are fish swimming here, a whole swarm, flamboyantly…

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DER PILGER STEIGT IN EIN TIEFES TAL HINAB

“Der Pilger steigt in ein tiefes Tal hinab. Metaphysisch gesprochen, natürlich. Das Tal ist in realitas ein Teil der städtischen Entwässerungs- und Abwasserbeseitigungsanlagen, also der Kanalisation. Kilometer von Betonrohren und Schmutzwasserfällen, Pumpwerken und Sammelbecken. Eingekrustete Dunkelheit, Gestank, schattenbeschwörende Notleuchten. Irgendwo dort unten, das hat man dem Pilger gesagt, haust ein Erleuchteter. Ein Weiser. Ein Orakel…

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FRIEDENSFALL (Event of Peace)

Originally published in Novelle – Headquarters for Experimentalism #5 (August 2015) „Generalmobilmachung. Jeder fähige Körper, jede marktwerte Seele wird eingezogen für den Großen Frieden. Es hat begonnen, Bürger und Bürgerinnen: Der Frieden ist da!“ […] Die ossuarischen Wälder rund um die Hauptstadt blühten vor Unzerstörung, und das Meer schwemmte die Wiederauferstandenen an die Küsten. #experimentalfiction…

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THE WATERPARK TRILEMMA

“Skalep rested, his hands and legs braced against the smooth wetness of the walls. The waterpark slide was covered with curved plexiglass, high enough to stand upright, but too milky to make out details on the other side. There were intricate gold emblems embedded in regular intervals, and a slow trickle of water ran toward…

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IN THE FESTIVAL TENT

“The tent begins to open like a blossoming flower, reaching out with its ropes and tarpaulins like straggling masses of tentacles. Mouths open, tongues roll out, and a multitude of eyes watch the spectacle of the congregated town. As always, there is hesitation, a long pause while the men and women muster their courage. Yunrum…

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