Berlin Nights 2053 – Chapter 10 and finale

Berlin Nights 2053 – Chapter 10 and finale

A few Kilometers later, Viktor stopped. His lung was burning. Again he wished for mechanical legs. Behind him, the former golden statue of the Goldelse was staring into the nothing, having lost her head a few years ago, when a madman had wanted to make love with her, flying his self-built balloon next to her face. The police had handled him. And the explosion had handled the statue. No one had cared afterwards. Berlin was already mad and dying. Viktor…

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Berlin Nights 2053 – Chapter 9

Berlin Nights 2053 – Chapter 9

Water hit him like a bomb in the back. It was cold. It stank like 30 years of bad climate. It felt more like slime than water. He now was under the water, in the black darkness of lightless nights. Probably not even sunlight was able to cut through the stuff, the old Spree-river was now made of. Up, up, he had to go up. Something hit him on his leg. Moved. Disappeared. Still going up, Viktor felt another movement…

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Berlin Nights 2053 – Chapter 8

Berlin Nights 2053 – Chapter 8

A few Kilometers later, Viktor stopped. His lung was burning. Again he wished for mechanical legs. Behind him, the former golden statue of the Goldelse was staring into the nothing, having lost her head a few years ago, when a madman had wanted to make love with her, flying his self-built balloon next to her face. The police had handled him. And the explosion had handled the statue. No one had cared afterwards. Berlin was already mad and dying. Viktor…

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Schreibprompt: Bild eines alten Hauses, Regen, Nacht

Schreibprompt: Bild eines alten Hauses, Regen, Nacht

„Du kommst zurück!“ Jan hörte noch immer die Stimme seines Onkels. Sie hatte ihn nie verlassen, hatte ihn durch die Nächte begleitet, die er in Fort Fierce verbracht hatte, jenseits des Polarkreises. Dort hatte man versucht, ihm beizubringen, dass seine Erinnerungen falsch, seine Träume noch zweifelhafter, seine Schreie die dumpfen Eskalationen eines Kindes waren, dem man nicht genug Pudding auf sein Brioche gestrichen hatte. Doch er hatte es nie geglaubt, hatte nie seine Wunden verloren, die ihm seit jener Nacht…

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Schreib-Prompt: Team Red Teddy

Schreib-Prompt: Team Red Teddy

Endlos zog sich das Meer aus glänzenden Dächern dahin, einige davon schon wieder sauber, wo andere noch vom Staub und Schmutz der Straße verdreckt waren. „Drei Stunden auf der A8, dann, soweit es passt, auf die …“ Weiter kam Mike nicht. Ein einsamer Helikopter raste heran und verschwand wieder in der Ferne. „Wo war ich stehengeblieben?“, fragte er. Unhörbare Worte zischten aus dem Bluetooth-Headset in sein Ohr. Er nickte, als ob jemand ihn beobachten würde. „Natürlich. Ich gehe davon aus,…

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Berlin Nights 2053 – Chapter 7

Berlin Nights 2053 – Chapter 7

Darkness moved over and created patterns of light, orange, dirty orange and scratchmarks on the old windows. Berlin itself seemed to leave the realm of reality and became just a thought, less than a dream. The ropes shook and Viktor tried to see, how the inside of the box looked like. The gaps showed nothing more than a few bronze-painted walls and black flowery suits moving. As Viktor looked up, the tower shrunk, almost as if it would crush him…

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Berlin Nights 2053 – Chapter 6

Berlin Nights 2053 – Chapter 6

The girl was 12, maybe 13 years old. She looked at him like a deer standing in the light of a car. She trembled, but not only, because she was so young. The door of the pod had been ripped open, when the pod had landed … crushed, in the park, blowing some trees to the smithereens, burying itselt into the earth and brickworks of the next house. There was something weird here, some non-explanation, but Viktor didn’t have time…

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Berlin Nights 2053 – Chapter 5

Berlin Nights 2053 – Chapter 5

For all tourists – if these people still existed somewhere-, the eastern part of Berlin looked the same. At least in the night. And at least from the lights. The long Unter den Linden still showed nice facades glowing in the endless parade of lampposts, shining their orange light into the crowns of the trees in the middle of the street. And yet, even the first and maybe second impression of the normality of this street could not stop the…

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Der alte Mann und der Haifisch

Der alte Mann und der Haifisch

Vorwort: Letzte Nacht überlegte ich mir, wie und was ich geschrieben hätte, wenn ich früher, deutlich früher, angefangen hätte, zu schreiben. Das wäre eine Geschichte, die ich mit 10 oder 11 Jahren geschrieben hätte. Sie ist bewusst so geschrieben. Also: Viel Spaß! ===== Es lebte einmal ein alter Mann in einem alten Haus. Das alte Haus stand am Strand und manchmal schlugen die Wellen gegen die Wände des Hauses. Die Farbe auf dem Holz war von den Wellen weggefressen worden…

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Berlin Nights 2053 – Chapter 4

Berlin Nights 2053 – Chapter 4

He could see the glaring light, roaring upwards to the sky. Sadly, it was on the other end of Berlin, as Max had told him. This ray of light was part of the great diversion. And yet, he was not sure, if it would work. He had survived Tiergarten, a place, where people lived, dwelled, which were more loke hermits, but neither humble nor peaceful. He knew her looks, her eyes hidden behind walls of covers, as if they were…

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