Alpine view

Alpine view

from Henrik Failmezger
03.07.2019
“Is that an eagle?” The boy stood out on the terrace of the hotel, half of his upper body leaning over the railing while making telescope eyes through his binoculars.
“A bearded vulture” said Professor Nestor. The boy handed his binoculars to the professor, who ...
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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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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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Enough

Enough

from Gabriele Chiapparini
03.07.2019
It had reached that point in the day when Raffaele was forced to untie the knots that secured the curtains of the rooms facing west. The sun was now positioned directly in front of the house, and, before long, it would begin to set, flooding the kitchen ceiling with ...
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Little Winnetou

Little Winnetou

from Beatrix Erhard
03.07.2019
One step after another; one step after another. Lenny stares down at his feet clad in light deerskin moccasins embroidered by Small Sun with red, light blue and lavender threads of wool. Dappled sunshine covers the ground, which let Lenny’s white deerskin trousers seem ...
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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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Saturday

Saturday

from Emanuele Quindici
03.07.2019
“Yes, tomorrow is Sunday and I’m not sure what I want to do. I mean in one way I have a million ideas: I’d like to conquer the world, but then I also feel like relaxing; I’d like to catch up with friends and then again I’d like to be on my own a bit. It’s always ...
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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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Sundays in September

Sundays in September

from Anita Hetzenauer
03.07.2019
About once a week, mostly on Sundays, I unlock my mailbox to find out what my orange “No Bulk Mail” sticker could not stop. These are almost exclusively bills, but today there is a handwritten envelope underneath. It is the only letter with a stamp. I haven't seen a ...
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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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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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The Writer

The Writer

from Stefano Zangrando
03.07.2019
It all started with a book, her last novel. “Please read it” my neighbour, Pia, had said to me, who was a friend and admirer of this writer whom I had neither met nor read: every time I saw her photograph in the papers or on television, she seemed too beautiful to be ...
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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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What else?

What else?

from Stefano Girardi
03.07.2019
I open the window and let a biting breeze into the room. It’s only then that I notice the smell of our bodies.

Beyond the balcony I can make out the farm that presides over the valley: the men there are already at work, and I can see them, frenetic, as ...
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The Sea

The Sea

from Lisa Echcharif
21.06.2019
I'm hanging between two women.
Who are they? How did I get here?
I hang between them. They have picked me up holding me tight. My feet are raised and lowered as if someone were pulling them, like a puppet. And yet every step seems to cost me hours of ...
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Sanding Smooth

Sanding Smooth

from Shannon Wardell
27.02.2019
The sculpture is about 15 hours away from being perfectly finished. Whether it is perfect or not is a different question entirely, one best left to others to decide. But it will be as perfectly finished as I am capable of, it being a single massive block of cherry ca ...
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The Masterpiece

The Masterpiece

from Lucy Bauer
27.02.2019
It wasn‘t that Jake despised his customers‘ tastes. On the contrary, he was well aware that if it weren‘t for the fact that many people’s notion of the ideal picture to hang on their wall was an exact copy of a famous work of art, he would be out on the street scraping ...
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From Innocent Hands and a Pure Heart

From Innocent Hands and a Pure Heart

from Giulia Zoratti
02.05.2018

Michail had a secret, and it was this secret which drove him to come and live in our mountains. Something which had persuaded him of the appeal of a completely solitary life. He came to talk to me several years ago when the parish announced that they were ...
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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 Smallest Sea in the World

The Smallest Sea in the World

from Piera Ghisu
02.05.2018
The sea was so beautiful that day. Every time he found himself before it Ali still managed to appreciate that, and that was why he had decided to live there, to stay: it was for that reason that he decided that, despite everything, this portion of land and sea was the ...
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Under the Same Sun

Under the Same Sun

from Gabriele Chiapparini & Camilla Marrese 
02.05.2018
Nina looks out of the window. Giulo sits on the bed, behind her. He looks at her back.
“It’s beautiful,” says Nina. The last flakes of a violent snowstorm come to rest delicately on the result of three days of blizzard. “If only places like this were easier to ...
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Advent, Advent, a Little Gnome is Burning

Advent, Advent, a Little Gnome is Burning

from Regina Schleheck
09.04.2018
Father couldn’t stand them, mainly because he couldn’t look away. He would see them from the living room, the bedroom, even from the bathroom. At least whenever he was standing while – well you know what I’m talking about. In the neighbour’s garden. Willy’s garden ...
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Bag Guy Piet

Bag Guy Piet

from Lisa Echcharif
09.04.2018
Just as I leave my corner in the city park, I feel this pull in my left pinkie. My corner, yes! I don’t like being with others. Although it would be safer for me. In my case. I prefer being on my own. The others think I am a snob. You will see what you think about ...
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Emilie on the Chairlift

Emilie on the Chairlift

from Annette Dressel
09.04.2018
Tick, Tock, Tick … Tock. Finally. The watch hand struck five o'clock. Only an hour until closing time. Quendula was sitting in the Valley Station behind the window reflecting upon what she could cook in the evening. A salad? But that wouldn’t suffice for Pfeiffer. For ...
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Gingerbread Heart

Gingerbread Heart

from Jessica Maria Hirmer
09.04.2018
This year the Engel family made a dream of theirs come true. The journey had been long, however they had arrived and now they were enjoying their vacation in the middle of nature. Like a cure for the soul, as if time was standing still.
The parents were tired ...
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Hiking trip

Hiking trip

from Nora Spiegel
09.04.2018
The railway station in the little village of Lana is filled with delightful chaos. Hiking poles rattle on the asphalt; backpacks are being rummaged in the search for granola bars and water bottles. It is a clear, cloudless late-autumn day, the first one after two rainy ...
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Rhododendron and the No Man’s Land

Rhododendron and the No Man’s Land

from Helmut Glatz
09.04.2018
“There are borders everywhere,” Rhododendron said. “Between countries there are borders, between provinces there are borders, between the counties, the villages, the properties…”
“Yes, so?” asked Gregory.
“Just let me finish!” said Rhododendron. “Even ...
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The Apple

The Apple

from Anita Hetzenauer
09.04.2018
The Brenner Pass was the border of my two lives. The border between the one Resi and the other, both of whom were me and yet so different that it hurt. The Resi to the south of the Brenner lived a diligent, devout and childless quiet life as an unwed woman. The other ...
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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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The Incubator

The Incubator

from Shannon Wardell
20.02.2018
Jay was screaming at me -
“How could you do that?! I told you specifically not to touch Anything. You know how nervous and worried Lena and Dr. Chris are. They will explode when I tell them that the incubator lid doesn’t close anymore. And why not – because you ...
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The Other Side

The Other Side

from Lucy Bauer
20.02.2018
Strange places, old hotels. People flowing in and out of doors with numbers and doors without, passing through corridors leading who knows where. Things changing over time, yet staying the same. Some rooms open to all, some closed to prying eyes. Lines that should ...
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across

across

from Silvia Berger
16.02.2017
Since the word hit me, at night the dead stand at my doorstep and wave to me. Some of them are grinning mischievously. Like Great Aunt Frieda, whose rather pursed lips remain in my memory. She was worried about her carpets when we kids came to visit. Before we could ...
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Be Longing

Be Longing

from Shannon Wardell
16.02.2017
A Short Story About Peer Pressure vs GroupThink, and the Senselessness of Broken Zippers
or
Stand-up Comedy as a Modern Form of Ancient Greek Rhetoric

In her short red nightgown she sat in the corner of the bed, her arms wrapped around her ...
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Black in Kigali, Grey in Koblenz

Black in Kigali, Grey in Koblenz

from Gregor Schürer
16.02.2017
He always had the lights on. I could tell by observing the windows. It didn’t matter at what time I looked up to him, the shades were neither down nor were the curtains drawn. And the lights were always burning bright. Regardless if I came back at 5 in the morning ...
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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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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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Hella Talks with the Dead

Hella Talks with the Dead

from Michael Wenzel
16.02.2017
Hella was looked down upon throughout the village for being particularly defiant and crabby, which is arguably the worst way to find a husband.

If a “witch” is a know-it-all and is constantly interrupting, why does she even need a hubby?

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Journey of State

Journey of State

from Stefano Girardi
16.02.2017
I don’t remember how long I’ve been up here for, but one thing I know for certain is that I’ve watched at least half a continent go by. The girl who threw me back in the sea had wrung out her red hair, squeezing it between her fingers. Shortly before I had followed her ...
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Life Far from the Mountains

Life Far from the Mountains

from Giacomo Sartori
16.02.2017
I don’t remember how long I’ve been up here for, but one thing I know for certain is that I’ve watched at least half a continent go by. The girl who threw me back in the sea had wrung out her red hair, squeezing it between her fingers. Shortly before I had followed her ...
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Our Café

Our Café

from Martina Berscheid
16.02.2017
The scent of my childhood lingered in the air: coffee, butter crumbs and cinnamon. How I once sat at the round table next to the rubber tree. I miss the clatter of the plates, the rustling of the newspapers, the murmur of voices and laughter. Silence had settled down ...
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Room Without a Door

Room Without a Door

from Lisa Echcharif
16.02.2017
Her bench is empty. Noura sighs with relief. Whenever the weather and the absence of other people permit it, she takes this seat. Lunchbreak in a safe harbour. After the escape from Syria, even an ordinary, yet familiar park bench conveys safety. Noura sits back and ...
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Sich sehnend

Sich sehnend

from Shannon Wardell
16.02.2017
Eine Kurzgeschichte über Gruppendruck vs. Gruppendenken und die Sinnlosigkeit von kaputten Reißverschlüssen
oder
Stand-up-Comedy als moderne Form altgriechischer Rhetorik

In ihrem kurzen, roten Nachthemd, saß sie auf der Bettkante, hatte die ...
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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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The Identity Question

The Identity Question

from Stephan Gräfe
16.02.2017
Time thickened in an Irish pub; it would be another hour or so before the barkeeper could close up and call it a night. During the week, especially on Thursday, business was very slow. On this night, only two regulars were lounging in the smoky back corner sunk in a ...
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The Scent of Wild Thyme

The Scent of Wild Thyme

from Guergana Radeva
16.02.2017
She had reached the top, she thought, as her gaze flew over the snowy peaks of the Dolomites, it was impossible to get higher than this. Deep down, however, she knew that the climb had only just begun. To look at her, with her state-of-the-art winter gear and the skis ...
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Treasures

Treasures

from Verena Frasnelli
16.02.2017
Small red pearls tumble in the morning’s silence. The necklace broke. Ann Sophie kneels on the kitchen floor and starts to pick them up. Immediately a sentence falls into her head from a fairy tale that she told her children countless times: The good ones in the bowl, ...
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Uncle Jan`s Soup

Uncle Jan`s Soup

from Lucy Bauer
16.02.2017
Uncle Jan wasn`t an uncle in the conventional sense of the word. He was one of my father`s employees, a Pole who had washed up in Britain with the wave of immigrants rolling back and forth after the fall of communism in the years when Poland was preparing to join the ...
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Who’s Afraid of the Bogeyman?

Who’s Afraid of the Bogeyman?

from Bruno Centomo
16.02.2017
A laugh a day keeps the doctor away! I yelled. And then You’ll die before your laughter does! The response came without hesitation. And I had the proof: A smile comes quickly to the face of a fool. It remained to be seen if I was merely ...
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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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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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Ballerina

Ballerina

from Lucy Bauer
05.04.2016
Alf spostò di lato la tenda di pizzo e guardò la strada lucida di pioggia. Cathy Brown, la vicina del 12, camminava in fretta, china sotto l'ombrello. Esitò un istante passando davanti alla finestra di Alf, che alzò una mano per salutarla. Ma Cathy, impegnata ad ...
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Bearable Lightness

Bearable Lightness

from Barbara Gramegna
05.04.2016
The boss had told us at a meeting which was tense and to the point.
“You will have heard...ahem, times being what they are...ahem...we are facing challenging times...”, and so on.
Communication had never been Barzetti’s strong suit, but we considered him ...
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Endless strawberries

Endless strawberries

from Elisabetta Bortolotti
05.04.2016
Silvia is seated on the settle, watching the rain outside the window. She is lost in thought, distant. Since her return she has been trying in every way possible to tell her mother the story she doesn’t want to hear. Rosa is pottering about the fireplace, stoking the ...
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Everything Could Be So Light and Easy

Everything Could Be So Light and Easy

from Julia Uding
05.04.2016
It was the beginning of September with nights turning cool, and we drove into the woods. I was looking forward to the starry night sky the most. Way out where we were going you could still see them, the stars. I often missed them in the city.
We arrived and our ...
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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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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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Mondays by the sea

Mondays by the sea

from Jürgen Flenker
05.04.2016
On a Monday in summer, I met God on his bicycle. It was on a levee near Cuxhaven, and God seemed to be in a rush, since he was bearing down hard on the pedals and his calf muscles shone round and powerful in the sun. His hair, as expected, was snow white and the blue ...
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OB-LA-DI-OB-LA-DA

OB-LA-DI-OB-LA-DA

from Emanuele Quindici
05.04.2016
“Ciccio! How big you are?” Ciccio is forty years old and his name is not actually “Ciccio”: it might well be Gianluca, or perhaps Gianfranco, but anyway, he has always been Ciccio, to the world at large. Which world? The truth is simple: Ciccio’s home has been a ...
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Quite, easily,very, hard

Quite, easily,very, hard

from Edith Senkel
05.04.2016
Ashes were not heavy. They can be carried, he thought; he should be able to handle that.
Her eyes. Big, blue, no tears. A look.
Old wrinkled hands, clasped together tightly, unusually tight.
“Go up there with me!” she had said.
He knew it then ...
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Rainbow Blue

Rainbow Blue

from Christine F. Wagner
05.04.2016

“Nadine, take the comforter away from the railing right now!” calls her mother. That tone Nadine likes the least. It’s so beautiful how the feathers glide away. One after the other detaches itself from the comforter and, carried by a strong gust of wind, floats ...
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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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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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The Birdhouse in the Argan Tree

from Nadia Rungger
05.04.2016
The man looks out of the train window, his jacket across his lap and a black bag between his feet. He lets the villages, church steeples and apple orchards pass by. He knows where he comes from and he knows where he is going and how one enjoys life. I am sitting across ...
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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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The Little Ballerina

The Little Ballerina

from Lucy Bauer
05.04.2016
Alf slid the lace curtain aside and peered out at the rain-soaked street. Cathy Brown from number 12 came hurrying along, huddled under her umbrella. She hesitated as she drew level with Alf’s window and he raised his hand in greeting. But Cathy, intent on negotiating ...
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Paradise

Paradise

from Britta Bendixen
04.05.2015
“Name? Age? Nationality?”
“Frank Fischer. 54 years old. Germany.”
“Cause of death?”
“I … uh, well, heart attack.”
“Here.” The Welcoming Angel hands him a name card with a safety pin and Frank tries to pin it on his jacket.
“Is this going ...
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The End

The End

from Benjamin Tietjen
04.05.2015
On the terrace in front of the timbered house, a man sits and reads Hamsun’s “Mysteries” as a waitress comes by and asks him if he would like a coffee.
“With pleasure, Anne,” he says and looks up from his book.
Shortly after the woman has left the scene and ...
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Bathing in the Moor

Bathing in the Moor

from Renate Wutte
12.04.2015
The key fit. Easier than she thought, it turned in the lock and the door sprang open. The smell of warm wood greeted her; she was welcomed.

The neighbour had offered her the small cabin high up on the mountain. Modest, but complete with all the necessities ...
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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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Genovefa

Genovefa

Author anonymous
12.04.2015
“We cannot find any corpse in the lake.” The words of the officer in charge penetrate into Michael's awareness only with delay. “Are you certain? You are the only witness.” With that the water rescue officer exchanges a loaded look with one of the divers. Michael opens ...
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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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Rabbit Time

Rabbit Time

from Christine F. Wagner
12.04.2015
I'm floating!
A tingling under the breastbone, in the belly and legs.
I remember how once as a child I had to be flown down from the mountain with a helicopter. Torn ligaments. That's how it feels to glide on the gondola.

I concentrate on my ...
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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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The Extraordinary Sled Ride

The Extraordinary Sled Ride

from Kerstin Weinberg
12.04.2015
“Grandpa!” Hannah shouts loudly so that her grandfather could hear her with his hearing aid and pokes him in the back. “Grandpa, when are we finally going to go sledding? You promised!”
“You don't need to yell at me; I'm not deaf,” counters Grandpa, holding his ...
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The Leaf

The Leaf

from Susanne Brandt
12.04.2015
I'll be back the day after tomorrow, he had said to his friends that evening.
Then he tried to sleep for a few hours, got up early, packed his backpack and walked down the road to the shore of the lake.

If he had taken the bus for the first ...
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The Woman with the Suitcase

The Woman with the Suitcase

from Elisabetta Bortolotti
12.04.2015
THREE ACTS

Overrating

Friday night, rain all the way up to Merrion Street.
Look right, look left. I look to the right, following the instructions exactly, and just an instant before stepping into the street, I ...
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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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Destiny Game

Destiny Game

from Achim Amme
11.04.2015
I remember the day as though it were yesterday. It was summer and I was working as a young temporary employee in a clothing store. Suddenly he was standing in front of the large front window looking at me. I knew it at once: “That's him!”
I blew him a kiss and ...
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Where the World Comes Into Being

Where the World Comes Into Being

from Mariasole Ariot
11.04.2015
Where are we going?
We are going where men disappear.
And where do men disappear, Mama?
Men disappear in the mountains, where time stands still.
And where is time, Mama?

Time is in the eyes of those who have lost it.

In ...
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Carried Away

Carried Away

from Frederike Frei
19.02.2015
I have found a vacant compartment, close the thin, gray German train curtains to block out the excited luggage carriers in the corridor and take a seat at the window.
The opposing train on the tracks next to ours cast a shadow on my compartment, but that will ...
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Incantations of the Vigiljoch

Incantations of the Vigiljoch

from Laura Johanna Braverman
19.02.2015
1. A CLEARING 11:15 / 22. February

Snow crunches underfoot as we walk up the path past the chair lift; it is the only sound stitched into the backdrop of quiet, along with the whir and clink of moving chairs passing over the small rubber-lined wheels of ...
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Up on the Roof

Up on the Roof

from Shannon Wardell
19.02.2015
With that giddy excitement which irregular practice habits illicit, 4c raised his trusty trombone and warmed up with the “Camptown Ladies” bass line. “I still got it,” he thought while playing, “A few notes off-key, an occasional lip-flutter: but practice makes ...
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"Ssabiihn?"

"Ssabiihn?"

from Armin Hey
19.01.2014
Eyes open. Oh man; red wine hangover. Quick glance to the mountains. Wish I was there. Breathing in the clear heights of the cosmos, so near to the stars. To be free and become one with the undisturbed nature.
That would be nice.
But the Alps don't grow ...
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A ship will come

A ship will come

from Katrin Deibert
19.01.2014
“Yearning doesn't exist any more. Or if it does, then it is in danger of extinction like the lousy polar bear or the beaded lizard. That became clear to me last summer. I was travelling with my parents to an island in Greece. So awesome: there wasn't any airport. We ...
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Everything is perfect

Everything is perfect

from Anita Hetzenauer
19.01.2014
The sun is glued to the sky like a yellow buttercup. Two small, white cotton puff clouds borrowed from a laundry detergent commercial hang in the heavens nearby. They are bored, of course. Naturally they are only present for decorative purposes. They would much rather ...
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Once...

Once...

from Renate Gottschewski
19.01.2014
… so, once an Austrian business friend invited me for a weekend to Schloss Fuschl – an incredibly elegant and large hotel direct on Lake Fuschl near Salzburg. We were to attend the Salzburg Festival – naturally see Don Giovanni, play some golf and enjoy an inspiring ...
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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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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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The tunnel

The tunnel

from Nora Spiegel
19.01.2014
By the time they found him, the man was already dead. They avoided digging straight down in order to not injure the buried victim. The head of the corpse was turned upward as though waiting for them. But what the men really avoided talking about as they returned back ...
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Vroni´s Box

Vroni´s Box

from Peter Schwendele
19.01.2014
The light in the stables was a little more dim than usual. She stood hesitantly on the stoop and let her toes dance in the oversized moss-green rubber boots. Her gaze passed over the lamps suspended irregularly from the ceiling like retro fire engine rescue lights from ...
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When mother is no longer around

When mother is no longer around

from Sylvia Maria Zöschg
19.01.2014
Only after the evening meal is on the table, the housework is finished, Mother is finally asleep and Franz is still sitting by his after-work beer, only then does Maria have a few minutes to herself.

She goes out on the balcony. Sometimes she plucks away ...
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Yearning

Yearning

from Claudia Engeler
19.01.2014
As I walked in on my mother, she was again standing at the stove. Her bowed shoulders suggested an advanced age that she would never reach. Her destiny did not let her deserve a prolonged future. She would die much too early. But I didn't know that then – then, when ...
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...is the error in the mind?

...is the error in the mind?

from Sonia Sulzer
17.01.2014
No, I’m not preparing the soup, no soup tonight, though perhaps I should prepare more soups. I’m reviewed the exchange, trying to imagine the turn that our conversation might have taken so that he wouldn’t catch me unprepared, unprepared yes, but for what? What was I ...
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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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Having a dream

Having a dream

from Kareen De Martin Pinter
17.01.2014
Every summer, as soon as I finished school, my mother would fill a suitcase with some clothes, woolen socks and a pair of heavy sweaters then carefully prepare a bag filled with the tools of her trade: scissors, hair curlers, dying products, barrettes, and a stack of ...
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One Embedded Yearn

One Embedded Yearn

from Shan Wardell
17.01.2014
Ask me what I yearn for and I could talk for hours.
I would differentiate with orderly efficacy between 5, 10 and 20 year projects, personal aspirations, professional goals, impossible-yet-worthy dreams, sexy short-term desires and faithful long-term visions. I ...
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Premonition

Premonition

from Giacomo Sartori
17.01.2014
Ilio was skiing down a nearly vertical wall when Lucilla met him, way back in nineteenhundredandseventyeight. She realized that he would be hers by the second awkward curve: he was a red dot on the blinding white of the gully, but to her he was already her man. He was ...
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Such is life

Such is life

from Stefano Zangrando
17.01.2014
Sergio leans back in his lounger and groans contentedly: “Now, this is life.” Pearls of sweat glisten on his forehead, just at the frontier between his salt-and-pepper hair and his designer sunglasses
Rita, at his side, takes a sip of sangria, puts the glass on ...
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Manhattan Transfer

Manhattan Transfer

from Lucy Bauer
20.12.2013
Ellis Island, 23rd July 1923

Dear Agnes
We have arrived. This is not where we’ll be staying, mind. It’s a wee island they bring you to first and the doctor checks you to see you’re not ailing. They’re fussy who they let go to New York. It must be a ...
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The dream

from Alexandros Yannis
10.03.2013

Life is never really a still-life picture, an abstract image, a post-card. It is always an experience, a combination of what you see with what you feel, most often a unique moment never to be experienced again the same way. Vigilius is the same. The funicular, ...
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At the Top of the Ocean

At the Top of the Ocean

Author anonymous
01.09.2012
There is a place in the deep blue ocean where it is so deep that its true depth cannot even be measured. The reason for this is because there must be a point on this planet that is as deep as the deepest sadness known to our world. The deepest sadness of the world also ...
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Like No Where Else in the World

Like No Where Else in the World

Author anonymous
01.09.2012
The cleaning lady paused for a second as she found, while tidying up Room 218, a piece of paper, apparently thrown away, that had been covered in colourful writing. Every word had been written carefully in a different colour - red, blue, yellow, orange and brown - as ...
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The St. Bernhard-Dachshund

The St. Bernhard-Dachshund

Author anonymous
01.09.2012
Bella, the female St. Bernhard who belonged to the vigilius owners, often played with the children of guests currently visiting the mountain resort, a pastime which included generous amounts of jumping around along with stretching her legs out long while letting ...
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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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Happiness or Truth? - One Earnest Temptation

Happiness or Truth? - One Earnest Temptation

from Shannon Wardell
15.09.2011
“Which do you prefer, Happiness or Truth?”

Oscar drew two circles in the cool, dusky air with the thick temple of his horn-rims. Leaning on his left elbow over the glass terrace table, his quizzical smile slightly gleamed in the darkening courtyard of ...
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Waves

Waves

from Lucy Bauer
15.09.2011
I wouldn’t normally have an ice cream but the raspberry ripple at the wee cafe down at the harbour is so tempting. I like the girl that serves there, too. You’d expect somebody that gorgeous to be really stuck-up but she’s nice. I can’t say her name and she can’t ...
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Retreat to Paradise

from Shannon Wardell
27.10.2010
A peninsular outcrop of granite covered in larch and pine juts out into the lake, actually a reservoir of water snaking through an idyllic Alpine mountain valley with a massive dam at one end. Roughly four km long, but only 150-200 meters wide with many curves, this ...
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Hiking through the Devils Playground

Author anonymous
20.09.2010
The road curved languidly around mountain ridges that rose out of a flat desert floor - a vast waste land of tumbleweed and Joshua trees. After days of relatively infertile landscape, around one curve I noticed a mountain ridge that looked even more barren than all the ...
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The Grim from Lake Jocher

Author anonymous
01.08.2010
The men stood motionlessly around the lake. Quietly, almost cautiously they had made their way as lumbering shapes here, one after the other, sometimes alone or in small groups. Even from Pawigl and naturally from Partschins they had come up here, whispering or ...
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Once upon a time

Author anonymous
05.11.2009
A slightly spicy aroma from various mountain herbs, blending with the fragrance of the most beautiful and colourful alpine flowers, seems more immediate and intensive with the sun standing at its midday zenith. A warm breeze can be felt, though one would never believe ...
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Bovine Lust

Author anonymous
10.09.2009
A year ago today my husband nearly died on this mountain. That morning, he woke up complaining that he had dreamt of "the skeleton who cuts the hay." "Not hay!" I said; "souls isn't it?"

Just like today it was a lovely, clear late-summer day. George's ...
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Striving for the summit

Author anonymous
15.03.2009
At 10:00 am, six ladies meet at the vigilius mountain resort Reception Desk. All are dressed functionally equipped according to the Hotel's suggestions for a snowshoe excursion: snow cap brand Head, snow goggles from Prada, snow jacket from Bogner, snow pants from Jet ...
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Tranquility

Author anonymous
04.02.2009
I see the wind blowing soft sand particles over the dunes, the gentle ripples making the desert look like a vast lake, a mirage, under the bright sky. The sense of peacefulness and quiet is hard to match, the depth of thought and contemplation limitless. Could ...
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Deciduous Evergreen

from Shannon Wardell
28.10.2008
It triggers several moods in my brain at the same time, including these: hilarity with good friends after having toasted a round of Gin Martinis before a thrilling off-Broadway show; eager suspense after having received an unexpected package in the mail from someone ...
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True, in part or whole, or not?

from Kevin Wood
18.08.2008
Being asked to write a ‘Mountain Story’ reminds me of all the times as a child I was asked at school to write in my journal on a Monday morning about what had happened at the weekend.

A good idea, provided something had happened you could remember and worthy ...
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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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Scottish mountain story

Author anonymous
07.06.2008
This is a Scottish mountain story

A lot of people think that the Haggis is made out of sheeps stomach and filled full of strange morbid things. This is crazy, no-one would eat that!

The Haggis is actually a small cute furry animal about the size ...
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The perfect day

Author anonymous
11.01.2008
7:30 am. The alarm rings. Getting up is somehow easier today. I look out of the window and laugh. Yesterday it snowed the entire day. Today the sun shines brilliantly in a blue sky; the first sun rays begin to tickle my face as well as – most importantly – the 50 ...
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One question, three answers

from Manuel Demetz
14.11.2007
The imagination to loose control of the situation becomes more and more a seldom feeling in our western lifetime. Organizers and mobile phones, brake control system and traction control, life insurance and pain pills – we have become really blessed! In our daily life ...
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A small important celebration

Author anonymous
30.08.2007
San Leo – a small Italian hamlet of four or five farms nestled in the hilly landscape between Urbino and Fano. Each and every house here looks like it has been standing for centuries – because it has. On one of the farming properties here, a family from South Tyrol ...
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The Key

from Shannon Wardell

In March, we had already begun to muse about summer. Just the three of us this time, my son and daughter were already inclined towards something casual. I had actually been craving something a little edgy, like a graffiti spray tour through various European cities. But ...
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