Prose
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FLASH FICTION “HAIR AND TEETH”
İ bloody lost my hair when I was born. I was born bald. And grew bald. No hair in sight. I looked like an skinhead my whole life. And was so dysphoric about it. All I could grow was some moustache and beard. And that was it. And ofcourse I grew them, looked like an Continue reading
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FLASH FICTION “Dolls”
What was the doll saying? The one in the upper room, I really did not know. I tried to put my ear as closer to the doll house as I could, but it was uttering so silently I coud not hear. It was as if it was cussing at the other dolls in the other Continue reading
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FLASH FICTION “Void”
İ took them. The sleeping pills, I mean. Really doctor? That ought to stone me to sleep? It was a no go.So I decided to mix a little bit something with them. So I stood up, made a comfortable situation and sat in the lotus position. My lord was it good. I did not know Continue reading
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Flash Fiction “Witch”
Burning at the stake It was fine, really. Didn’t mind much when the flames caught my „Dress”, and started o climb up towards my feverish, angry heart. It was fine, even hearing the „holy mob” poisonous words from their deadly mouth towards my burning throne – my last stand. It was fine screaming cassedness at Continue reading
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FLASH FICTION “Number people”
Number people They ought to know it by now. And they do, don’t they? – „Ofcourse, they just keep silent about it (or lie )”. They got numbers. We mean by that simple numbers from one to ten…to god knows what number. The in betweens they unfortunately don’t like, like the poor old 3.14.But what Continue reading
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FLASH FICTION “HUMAN”
Was I ever a human being – and what is considered a human being today. Those who could not bare it gave up long time ago, that is gave up the narration of their, so called lives to others, whether it was the mayority or minority. „Why?” do they ever cry. And do they ask Continue reading
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FLASH FICTION “CIGARETTE”
A lit small ember in the dark room lit a darkened face behind it and it was clear to me that it was something wrong behind the smoke. It hid something dearly to the smoker but it was still hidden deeply in the desguise of the face and hand which used the little companion. In Continue reading
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SHORT FICTION “Scene Hunter”
Scenes streamed through a few hours of the movie. My mind blown already by the bothers of my own life. And all the strife in it – about me and the otherness. By the time of the end I realised I caught only few scenes in the movie. The real happenings were mostly unknown to Continue reading
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FLASH FICTION “PRISON”
Sometimes at night That night was the concluding one. No escape – isn’t it so? I got sealed in the tomb(ing) idea what I was before the sudden conclusion. I, the telephone, a mobile one, a connection through bulbs and sockets – an small signal of still streaming life, but unfortunately used. And I asked Continue reading
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FLASH FICTION “I got drunk”
Some nights ago, I was sitting in my room, starring at the wall. The dot was there, my dot. I thought what a successfull dot. She was just successful at being a dot. No worries or anything alike, just doting around on the wall. So it happens I got bored. So I made myself open Continue reading
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