The Stallion Jeoffrey McSadough was riding his mare through a shadowy wood. The eyes, with which he studied every detail of the trees next to the small path, were the eyes of an owner reviewing his property. Although it was three years ago that the black outlined letter had reached him and made him the… Titus Müller weiterlesen
Schlagwort: short story
Paul Tylor
Owen Oliver My twelve-year old nephew Leo is a genius. At least that’s what my sister, his mother, keeps telling me. He is not one of those annoying prodigies that debuted at age five as a head-bobbing solo violinist with the New York Philharmonic. He also is not a math „wizard,“ who dazzles my sister’s… Paul Tylor weiterlesen
Jeremy Gadd
Tragedy The ancient Greeks believed that there were three goddesses who presided over human destiny. They called them Parcae—or the Fates. In an age of high infant mortality; when the practise of slavery was accepted by even the most enlightened of minds, Clotho presided over the lottery of birth, Lachesis determined longevity, and Atropos was… Jeremy Gadd weiterlesen
Julian Faber
Requiem The last time I burned somebody I was sixty two years old. I had worked on the Station for thirteen years after the funeral home moved up there. I was chief in charge of Cremations and I loved my work. After all, I was helping people to fulfil their last wishes and that was… Julian Faber weiterlesen
Julian Faber
A Little Knowledge… „So, ladies and gentlemen, what we have here is conclusive proof – in the DNA strands of all participants in the test – of the existence of Past Lives,“ the speaker said, looking over his glasses at the assembled audience, before looking back at his notes. The crowd was silent for a… Julian Faber weiterlesen
Sylvia Petter
Apple of Paradise In the spring of 1974, Anna got her first job – translating cooperation and security in Geneva. Like the pale-green stalks of a young tomato plant, European cooperation was fragile and needed nurturing. Tomatoes, when she noticed them at all, came wrapped in tight transparency, supermarket perfect, red balls in straight rows… Sylvia Petter weiterlesen
Sylvia Petter
The Man on the Moon It was 1969, the year of the man on the moon. When Samantha had left Australia she’d winked at him not knowing that before the year was out he would not be alone – not knowing that she would be very much so. She thought of Jake. She missed him.… Sylvia Petter weiterlesen
Sylvia Petter
Shades of Schiele Samantha went to the Kärtner Café every afternoon of the next week. It hadn’t rained for days. On Friday, she sat in her usual place, opened her notebook and stared at passers by. When the waitress brought her coffee, she had only written the date. Her words had dried up as if… Sylvia Petter weiterlesen
Chris Mann
For a sheet of paper marked with a $ and a ? some five or six inches apart $ ? Hold paper with right hand. Close left eye. Fixate $. Move paper slowly back and forth along line of vision and watch ? disappear at about twelve inches. Self – an addenda without hope,… Chris Mann weiterlesen
Hewson/Walker
Malevolent Fictions S found the grey truss, the story began. Neither of us knew about trusses. Anger is an energy, he said beating to the electronic band (with the flat sound). We decided on two definitions: the device worn to support a hernia, and, to tie or bind securely. After years of minor decisions,… Hewson/Walker weiterlesen