Fiction
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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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FLASH FICTION “DEATH OF THE PIG”
The death of the pig Miss Pig was ill. She couldn’t bare anylonger not knowing what was wrong with her. She thought „ I ought to see him” she ment dr. Pig. He was alone at home, doing his office things when the bell rang.„I fucking hate this…. better be someone of the Equals,’cause I Continue reading
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FLASH FİCTİON “WE ARE ABOUT TO SAY….”
There are many a things we have a lot to say about – sometimes those things even say a lot about themselves. But these so called aughts (anys), my god what’s up with them. Are they even an aught themselves? Why did I just ask that? If we could include the word self among the Continue reading
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Poem “boredom”
She got boredHe got bored tooWe all got fucking boredSo we did it anywayMoved onIt was a test to surpassThe fights between our fancy and class.Is it destruction of the mass?Or did we just outwit our own sass?Poor us, where is the trust?Between spaces and timesAre all our crimesNothing no more shinesWhy all the mines?… Continue reading
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