Short fictions I have written. No particular style, no particular language (well, german or english), no particular theme or topic. :)
Fragment (21)
It was a warm night. The lake lay silent, only nowand then a fish jumped out of the water. The sky was clear and there were more stars as one could ever count shining through the night and only the full moon shone brighter. The forest on the far side was as black as the lake was and as silent. And silence was everywhere, the whole world seemed to hold its breath, but it wasn't an eerie silence, no, it was this rare kind of silence, when nature gives one peace, when one needs it most.
There he sat, on a large stone near the water, his legs pulled close to the breast an the chin rested on his knees. He stared over the water on something only he saw. A light breeze stroked through his hair and the small waves of the lake whispered calming word to him.
The whole scene was so peaceful and thoughtful, she didn't dare to break this silence. But eventually she went over to the stone and knelt down besides him. Her gaze wandered over the lakes' surface. He did not react on her approach and remained silent, but it was no rejecting silence, she could feel that he liked her presence.
They stayed quiet for a while and only the wind and the lake kept their friendly sound.
He stared out over the lake and whispered just "Help me…"
She sat down in
front of him and as she did, he looked up in her eyes. She could see tears running
down his cheeks. He looked so vulnerable and at the same time so wounded. She
gently put her arms around him, hugged him close, and could feel more tears
flowing.
Stepping sideways (22)
I looked at my reflection in the mirror and noticed something strange.
I couldn't put my finger on it, but it looked.. weird.
Something with my eyes.
I looked at the eyes, at the reflection of my eyes
I dived into the pupils
I saw a light flickering in them
I opened my arms, I embraced the light
I dived into the light, expanding in my mind
A universe of shining dots filled my head
And I fell into them, falling and ever falling
Swimming through nothingness, floating through thick black ink
Ever visible, never tangible
The star grew, came nearer, finally filling nearly all my view
I passed the star, falling towards a blue-white sphere
I turned around, feeling I still was falling, backwards now
The glowing sphere shrank again, shrank back to a dot
The universe seemed to implode, all the small sparkling spots merged to a shining disk, shrank to a dot again and the whole universe faded
I floated in darkness and suddenly I was pulled backwards, a sharp jerk and a jade-green iris erupted in the centre of my view and my mid was pushed back into reality, the mirror erupting and I saw my face again.
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AM TAGE(10)
Manchmal wünsch ich mir Krallen |
IN DER NACHT(11)
Die Nacht ist die Zeit |
He was ten years old and lived with a sister and his parents near the city. He was rather average than special for his age. Not too big, not too small, just average.
He always was fascinated from the sky. From the sky on midday.
The daylight-sky with his deep blue colour, like a perfect ocean to founder in. With his white clouds, like hilltops covered with ice. He never has seen ice in his life; to see it, was one of his greatest wishes.
The sky was the best pla yground with his endless, soft and smooth, blue mat, where you can do anything you want without someone feeling disturbed. Snow must be the perfect addition to that. It was smooth, too and even soft. And it lessens the heat in midday.
He could waste his day, just by trying to find common forms in the clouds, like the one over there looks like a giant seat…
His sister was eight years old and rather nice than a beauty, but that was okay.
She always was fascinated from the sky. From the sky on midnight.
The midnight-sky with his even deeper black colour, like some pupil has knocked over his inkwell. With this small as if someone spitted a mouthful of shiny pinheads on a great region of tar. It was amazing. You could dive so deep in the sky, that you can hardly find you way back. What a feeling would it be like, if you were there by the stars… She could waste her night, just by trying to imagine, what could be out there awaiting us …?
It was a typical Wednesday. The school was boring like every Wednesday and the two were on their way back home.
"Have you seen the shooting stars last night? They were beautiful. And so many! That were at last…" She looked like she were counting in her head. "Fourteen while was awake. And they sounded funny."
"No I haven't. Do you think, they're coming again?" He answered.
"I don't know. Lets see tonight, okay?" And with his nod they went on.
That night they stayed awake for long time, as said t hat day, and the shooting stars were coming this night, too.
"You're right! There ARE many shooting stars! Its marvellous!" he wondered.
"What is mavelus?"
"Not mavelus, marvellous. Something like very beautiful or amazing. Look there! Another one!" They heard a sound, as if a balloon bursted, but far louder and then, the star was gone. But where he came from, many more came.
And a few of them divided into more shooting stars, and the new ones slowed down and grew.
As they hit the ground, they exploded.
Allein mit den Sternen(12)
Alleine stehe ich auf dem Felsen. Und ohne meinen Raumanzug könnte ich
selbst das nicht.
Alleine stehe ich auf dem Felsen, der alleine am Arsch des Systems durch das
nichts rast.
Alleine auf dem Brocken, der für die meisten anderen Planeten nicht einmal
ein Mond wäre.
Alleine auf dem Brocken, dessen treuer Begleiter Charon treu dort oben seine
Bahn zieht.
Es ist kalt. So kalt wie
die Leere.
Es ist leer. So leer wie
die Kälte.
Es ist dunkel. So dunkel wie die Einsamkeit.
Es ist einsam. So einsam wie die Dunkelheit.
Ewige Nacht sank über Pluto seit Anbeginn seiner Zeit.
Es ist auf eine sehr komische Art schön hier zu sein.
Es ist ergreifend, hier zu stehen, eins mit dem All.
Es ist inspirierend, dort oben nur die Sterne zu sehen.
Es ist erstaunlich, von hier ist selbst die Sonne nur ein Stern.
Aber obwohl es hier schön ist - leben könnte ich hier nicht
Path (26)
After living 20 years on this planet and a handful of years craving for love,
what lead me to a quite short and rather unfulfilling relationship, I found
a person I could love and who would love me too. She enchanted me and with a
couple of words and a fistful of gestures bewitched me. I tried not to but I
was bound to her. She held me, enchained me stronger than any shackle and any
bond can do. I strayed not from her side, I left her not, I saw to her, but
then she left.
She travelled far and with her she took a shard of my soul, a piece of my self
that is inextricably with her for good and ill, which tore a gaping wound into
me.
When I talked to her again, her words and gestures again did their magic. Word
by word, caress by touch the void filled again.
Together we strolled through life and before I could see, we embarked on the
path of falling in love. Still caught in the magic of her person I did not notice
her feet had stopped and only my own step lead on. I turned around, I wanted
to urge her to follow me, but even before I faced her the realisation crumbled
the path between us to erect a wall so deep, neither of us could climb it. I
knew it and I could see her knowledge. She could not proceed any further, her
own path glimmering near her in a distance unreachable. I could not return for
I advanced too far on the path to trace my steps back. I can walk on into the
dark forest of eternal glory, I can only press forward in the hope my path may
cross another. I can only walk until my memory of her fades and never turn back
lest I see her again and my soul longs for her touch.
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