Brake Light

Brake Light

from Ingrid Kloser
03.07.2019
Loose lines are like loose thoughts. A tired head remains upright when facing headwind. Tired, not from yesterday, the day before, or last year. Just tired. Leaving, slowly chugging out of the harbour. Wind caressing the face. Initially staying close to the bay, not ...
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Peppe goes crazy

Peppe goes crazy

from Cornelia Koepsell
19.01.2014
Peppe Halbmeier was a man about 50 years old. He had medium blond hair, was medium tall, medium slim and medium insightful. He was a person who did not stand out in any way. He was happy.

If Peppe had been a poet – a profession that naturally would never ...
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Compote or History is Made

Compote or History is Made

from Markus Köhle
16.02.2017
Oma had a thing for stones: gems, kidney stones, gall stones. Opa was a stonemason. Oma always used to say: “Whomever sits in the warehouse should not throw stones, or else the warehouse will turn into a stone pile.”

Oma also liked to say: “It’s better to ...
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The Gatekeeper

The Gatekeeper

from Jörg Michael König
03.07.2019
At 5:58 am, Hartmut Peter points a flat, black box towards the garage. His thumb slides into the small groove which has been worn into the button through the years; the garage door opens. The red clinker bricks are covered in dew. The neighbour’s dachshund is barking ...
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Swimming Pool

Swimming Pool

from Gabriele Korn
05.04.2016
Margret dips her toe into the water. She jerks it out, as though a fish had bitten it. Damn cold.
What is wrong with you, she says to herself. Simply get in and move, then it will be alright.
She feels her way backwards down the three metal steps that lead ...
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Coastal Hike

Coastal Hike

from Gabriele Korn
12.04.2015
He always has a 50 metre head start. I often stand still, looking out over the water. Sail boats on a sea that looks like unironed blue silk. My pace is clearly slower than his.

One can see all the way over to Split. See houses coloured like vanilla ice ...
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Stink Bugs

Stink Bugs

from Angela Kreuz
16.02.2017
“Somebody shut the door!”

The old lady sat stiff as a poker in her armchair and glared at the bug. Disgusting thing! Its carapace was the color of cold coffee with curdled milk floating on top. Suddenly the bug flew up and buzzed around the living room ...
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Love Spoon

Love Spoon

from Jens Laloire
12.04.2015
Yesterday I accidentally ran into an old college friend of mine downtown, whom I had not seen for years. Back then we spent hours hanging out in local dives brooding over projects or telling each other about our mostly pitiful experiences with ladies, but after ...
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A Leap of Thought

A Leap of Thought

from Katharina Lankers
05.04.2016
A warm aroma of lemons surrounded her. Behind the panorama window, a thoroughly rested sun shone radiantly across rich green clearings and silvery mountain peaks: the perfect backdrop for this day! Paula stretched herself indulgently on her sauna lounge chair and ...
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Mona Lisa’s Smile

Mona Lisa’s Smile

from François Loeb
03.07.2019
One morning, the Tuesday after the Christmas holiday, the museum guard Dupond made his rounds around the Louvre. He had advanced seniority with a flawless security record, which allowed him to exercise his duty by guarding the Mona Lisa, that famously unique icon of ...
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Brother of Sheep

Brother of Sheep

from Wolfgang Machreich
03.07.2019
If Norbert’s hiking boots had known where they were being led to, they would have wished themselves into a pair of flip-flops. I understand the boots completely. The worn-off soles, the worn-out form, the worn-through leather. They stand in front of the wood stove and ...
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Family Business

Family Business

from Nicole Makarevicz
16.02.2017
That he married you, a city woman: they never forgave him for that. He was the best catch in town, a good-looking guy who turned the heads of girls and women. His dad was the owner of the local store, his uncle, a childless bachelor, the only innkeeper.

He ...
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Stanko Prefers Stacking Love

Stanko Prefers Stacking Love

from Anna Maltschnig
03.07.2019
Stanko did not have to make himself bigger than he was. What good would that do when he spent day in, day out sitting around, unnoticed by the outside world behind opaque plastic panels. Neon-lit warehouses were his home, palettes and parcels were his addresses, the ...
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The Private Viewing

The Private Viewing

from Camilla Marrese
03.07.2019
The private viewing begins at 12. It’s 11:45. I’d actually be on time for once, thinks Nicolò, if it wasn’t for all this traffic. A guy behind him beeps his horn. Like that’s suddenly going to make all the cars in the traffic jam disappear, like that odious noise has ...
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Solution

Solution

from Maria Matheusch
05.04.2016
For the past five minutes his face hung so closely to his steamy soup that for the gapers in the supermarket restaurant it looked like he wanted to inhale the soup rather than eat it. A glassy, shimmering drop had by now gathered on the tip of his nose and was ...
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Lightness

Lightness

from Laura Mautone
05.04.2016

For Elsa and Tony

Ring the bells that still can ring.
Forget your perfect offering.
There is a crack in everything.
That's how the light gets in.
Leonard Cohen

The English trains proceed along the tracks in an ...
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Time is a Ring

Time is a Ring

from Laura Mautone
12.04.2015
To Nara, D. and S.


“What is time?” Nara asked her mother.

They were walking through a forest and Nara was hugging the trees. She chose those with bigger trunks: first she’d put her ear up to the porous surface of the bark and listen to ...
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A Woman like a Mountain, that Flies

A Woman like a Mountain, that Flies

from Jeannine Meighörner
05.04.2016
There are people who seem to be born as a whim of creation. An irony. Often they’re the ones who wish for a simple existence, carrying the soul of a child. A mountain child.
“Mountains do not come together, but people do!” say the people from Ridnaun in South ...
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The Man who confused his house with a piece of paper

The Man who confused his house with a piece of paper

from Jeannine Meighörner
19.01.2014
This is the story of a man who has been dead for a long time, yet he still lingers among the living. The story passes from mouth to mouth as anecdote, mostly behind a shielding hand since a stranger would never understand.
In the Uplands of Tyrol, where ...
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Fluffy white clouds

from Ford Melvyn
14.08.2008
Upon waking on my first day at vigilius mountain resort, I was transfixed by the stunning vista in front of me through the open curtained windows. Wonderful mountains, soaring spruce trees, blue sky with fluffy white clouds…and then it hit me. Was this déjà-vue? A ...
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Storm on Weisskugel

Storm on Weisskugel

from Martha Miklin
12.04.2015
Twenty years ago I believed that time would stand still if I held my breath. My older sister had whispered this nonsense in my left ear during the stormy night of July 12, 1994 – we were on our way to the South Tyrolean Weisskugel, but because of the weather we were ...
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Doe Eyes or From the Supreme Moment

Doe Eyes or From the Supreme Moment

from Wenzel Mraček
15.09.2011
I had finished all of my other oral exams for graduation in the morning. They were good enough; not even I had great expectations. One subject was left and after the lunch break we once again entered the examination room on the third floor of the older school building ...
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Nouvelle Histoire

Nouvelle Histoire

from Lucia Munaro
02.05.2018
For days now she had been seized by a vague sense of desire. Perhaps it was the warm breeze – the sirocco had left a stickiness behind it – or perhaps it was the gnashing of the sea as it beat indefatigably against the coast down there. And the sea was a god, wedding ...
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The Dream Seller

The Dream Seller

from Lucia Munaro
05.04.2016
He was sitting at the corner of the street, on a rush-seat chair propped up against the wall of a house. It was very early, but already little splashes of sunlight dotted the grey of the pavement, and were radiating cautiously outwards. Soon they would reach his legs ...
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Bar Paradise

Bar Paradise

from Lucia Munaro
17.01.2014
A customer came in when it was just past noon, or perhaps it was already one o’clock, Tiziana thought. Hard to tell with all that water. Outside it was raining heavily. It’d been like this for days. It started when it was still night, and the rain had continued nonstop ...
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Marie, Summer 1942

Marie, Summer 1942

from Daniel Mylow
05.04.2016
Even though I was also on a certain day in July 1979 at a certain time travelling on the way to R., I never really arrived there. In my previous life that was easier. Then I could fly, my grandmother said.
I stand at the window and look at the birds. Where is the ...
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Vader

Vader

from Klaus Papula
03.07.2019
I lead a simple life. I work hard, I eat meat, I drink beer, I digest. I have planted a tree, I have built a house. I have almost procreated life. I have a dog. In contrast, my neighbours have a white rabbit and do not eat meat. They drink non-carbonated mineral water, ...
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Tinky-Winky

Tinky-Winky

from Klaus Papula
09.04.2018
When I wanted to become a gardener, little did I know that I would spend my days planting traffic islands. I dreamt of tweed-clad British gentry amidst hyacinths and rhododendron bushes, therefore I went to Cornwall. At the time I was sixteen, young and full of vigour, ...
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