across

across

da 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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Black in Kigali, Grey in Koblenz

Black in Kigali, Grey in Koblenz

da 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

da 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

da 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

da 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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Our Café

Our Café

da 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

da 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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The Identity Question

The Identity Question

da 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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Treasures

Treasures

da 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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A Leap of Thought

A Leap of Thought

da 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

da 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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Everything Could Be So Light and Easy

Everything Could Be So Light and Easy

da 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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Mondays by the sea

Mondays by the sea

da 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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Quite, easily,very, hard

Quite, easily,very, hard

da 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

da 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

da 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

da 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

da 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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Paradise

Paradise

da 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

da 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

da 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

da 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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Love Spoon

Love Spoon

da 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

da 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

da 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

da 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

da 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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Destiny Game

Destiny Game

da 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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Carried Away

Carried Away

da 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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"Ssabiihn?"

"Ssabiihn?"

da 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

da 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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Once...

Once...

da 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

da 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

da 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

da 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

da 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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