The air in the cellar was still full of dust; the builders had just left this afternoon, others would come to pick up the last stones in the morning. Had it not been for the water damage after the last heavy rain, nobody would have ever opened that wall, nobody would have accidentally freed what had been lurking behind for centuries.
Since I’ve got more time to focus on my writing at the moment, I am starting a new email newsletter for everyone who likes writing, is looking for a challenge or wants to start something new: 7-Days Writing Challenge. I’ll send it out every Monday, it’s free and offers you a writing exercise for everyContinue reading “7-Days Writing Challenge”
Where am I? Do my eyelids stick together or is it entirely dark? Have I gone blind? I can still smell it: a mixture of moss and disinfectant. It smells of illness, pain and freedom. It is the smell of being reborn once again, of saying goodbye just to be greeted by familiar faces –Continue reading “In a Frozen Field (2017) – Short Story”
A mask made of disgrace and decay covers my face. I am the worst of my wandering nightmares. I am a killer of men. I tear up their warm bodies, rip away their flesh and bury my hands deep in their chests. I squeeze their hearts until no life is left; I shred their veinsContinue reading “Zombie – A Short Story”
‘Liar!’ she said. ‘You are a liar!’ ‘You are killing me!’ ‘I want to hate you. Why can I not hate you? Please make me hate you!’ Later, she listened to what friends had to say. They gave good advice: the pain will pass; the suffering will go away. You just have to endure; youContinue reading “Reset – A Short Story”
“She shot herself, they say. Driven to an early grave by her father’s ghost. What a cruel man he must have been, keeping the girl all to himself for so many years, never letting her out of his sight or allowing her to marry… but coming back from the grave to haunt her… whoContinue reading “Short Story: Her Father’s Ghost”