Category: Allgemein
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“Siren Song” Audio Record
Let’s call it a creative experiment, but you can now listen to “Siren Song” read by yours truly. If you want to read a long, you can find the original text here: Siren Song Photo by Gritte on Unsplash
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We drink the thunderstorm
This is a teaser for my contribution to He bears the cape of stars-Anthology from Duck Print Press warnings (for whole story): amnesia, character is a murderer, emotional hurt/comfort (minor), fantasy with science fiction, flashbacks, fraught family dynamics, hurt/comfort (mild), interspecies relationship, magic use, mind control, non-human character, past tense, pov third person limited, red…
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renaissance
tags: retail is deadly, flower language, coffee shops, something wicked this way comes, a murder mystery Stepping into the coffee shop always felt like coming home. A soothing blanket of dimmed lights, forest green walls and lo-fi music. The earthy smell of freshly brewed coffee, the sweet call of pastries and the under-current of pine…
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coffee talk
“You know?” “Hm?”“We were good, weren’t we?” “I guess.” “You don’t think so?” “I do.” “I know there is a but. There is always a but with you.” “I know.” “So, what is it?” “Hm?” “The but, dummy.” “We were full of possibilities.” “What does that even mean?” “A lot of things.” “But you don’t…
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siren song
The ice-cold waves close over me, and their fingers pull me under. The song is clearer here. My sister’s bodies — glittering scales and white bleached bones — slash through the waters. Their fingernails flay me open, drag away the clothing and skin and flesh. Bit by bit, they feed my husk to the hungry…
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the bird and the darkness
“I dreamt.” “What about?” “I was a bird soaring above the clouds. A dark and empty vastness stretched before me and under me. And I flew. I flew for so long; I forgot who I was. I kept flying until I found a star, a tiny thing, barely there, flipping around, whirling, and dancing. I…