Journey of State

Journey of State

da 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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Genovefa

Genovefa

Autore anonimo
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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The Woman with the Suitcase

The Woman with the Suitcase

da 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

da 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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Where the World Comes Into Being

Where the World Comes Into Being

da 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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When mother is no longer around

When mother is no longer around

da 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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...is the error in the mind?

...is the error in the mind?

da 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

da 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

da 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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Premonition

Premonition

da 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

da 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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The Grim from Lake Jocher

Autore anonimo
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

Autore anonimo
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

Autore anonimo
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

Autore anonimo
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

Autore anonimo
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

da 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?

da 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

da 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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A small important celebration

Autore anonimo
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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