short-story
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FLASH FICTION “JESTER, TRICKSTER, THE FOOL”
Trickle, trickle little trickster, what have you done? You fooled everybody, yet they knew, the time will come. But for what, jesterman? The time for us to rise up, the sexuals, said long time ago the count Sexul the first. The mob could not stand but to shout „YOU ARE GUILTY, YOU, ONLY YOU!”The poor… Continue reading
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SHORT FICTION “ZUZU”
ZUZU Zuzu was there, no time to think what he was. Dead, unfortunately. Yet another of Neštorows dead. But how? Noone who was there new. Many of the council were there. And ofcourse he. The inspector. The sketched the scene of Zuzu being dead and laught. Because he knew Zuzu Neštorow from before. Unkillable he… Continue reading
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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 “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 “I should respect the mosquito”
Lying near the river, in the deep forrest, naked at twilight – thousands of mosquitos bit me while I was asleep. It didn’t itch but I felt hunger and was missing a tremedous deal of conscious attention. What was happening ? – my heart was beating like a thousand horses galloping the planes of this… Continue reading
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