Posts Tagged ‘Flash Fiction’

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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Glasboden / Glass Bottom in EACW Flash Fiction Finals

My text “glasboden” / “glass bottom” has been chosen as German-language winner of the European Association of Creative Writing Programmes Flash Fiction Contest – now up against 13 other texts for overall winner!   glasboden die heimatlosen toten betrachteten den sonnenaufgang von unter dem ozean, das licht verzerrt und gedämpft durch die salzsatten fluten. strandkörbe…

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THE BIRDCATCHER’S TALE

Nejuni had seven adults in her life: three aunties, three uncles, and the birdcatcher. The birdcatcher went into the jungle with her and brought back the most colorful girawas to sell on the market. Nejuni felt sad for the birds, but everyone needed to earn money. One day, they went very far into the forest…

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URBAN ECHOES

“The streets are glass The skies like Unstacked shelves Blindenlicht Trembling over the city” Published in: The Rush, Issue 3 (February 2018)

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NOWHERIAN FUNERAL

“The house was said to have been ravaged by a storm that had yet to reach the rest of the town, and that its occupants had abandoned it after that future night. It was the very last house of town and beyond it stretched only vast fields, where the Gespernbauern didn’t sow or reap, but…

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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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KOKYTOS SHORE

“licorice bleeds into lime bleeds into dust / skeletal rickshaws & ghostly sirens / tuk-tuk axles greased with human fat” Published in: A Beautiful Resistance 4: The Crossing (November 2017)   Specifications: 8.5x11in, full color, perfect bound, matte finish, 100 pages. Single Issue: $22.50 US

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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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A THOUSAND TWINKLING EYES

“They swim in the mulled wine, burrow through the gingerbread, jump along the garlands, drip from the mistletoes. The stars are their masters, palm twigs their hands – this is the only safe place.” Published in: The Cafe Irreal, Issue #61 (February 2017)

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NOWHERIAN FUNERAL

“The house was said to have been ravaged by a storm that had yet to reach the rest of the town, and that its occupants had abandoned it after that future night. It was the very last house of town and beyond it stretched only vast fields, where the Gespernbauern didn’t sow or reap, but…

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