16 March 2020 Covid still seems far away, only few cases reported in the news, Germany is already speaking about lockdown, in the UK it is still business as usual. I wake up with a sore throat and feeling a little bit strange. By afternoon I start coughing. It seems like a weird kind ofContinue reading “Long Covid – When a mild case is not so mild after all”
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Bloodlust
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.
Lungs
Lungs Sand, paper and dust, raging fires beneath the surface a giant’s footstep on the back black ink dripping down the throat tears (un-)spilled and blood longing for air. Sand, paper and dust, shredded and broken a prizefighter’s punch in the chest lifeless wings unfolding in a storm shattered lungs and a breath neverContinue reading “Lungs”
7-Days Writing Challenge
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”
In a Frozen Field (2017) – Short Story
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”
Zombie – A 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”
Reset – 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”
Death after Midnight – A Victorian Ghost Story Murder Mystery for 7-9 Players
Best played by candlelight only The Background Story: There was a silent scream at night, soon drowned in darkness and endless hallways, the fear of the dying woman evaporated when she took a last shuddering breath floating mid air, before her skull smashed unto the marble floor and her neck bent and broke. TheyContinue reading “Death after Midnight – A Victorian Ghost Story Murder Mystery for 7-9 Players”
Poem: No Title
I can still feel your touch on my skin. Sometimes it is like a feather, so soft it barely makes an impact. Other days I can feel the muscles of your palm, as you hold on to my shoulder. Your lips, I do no longer remember what they taste like. I imagine strawberries and theContinue reading “Poem: No Title”
Der Spiegelkobold – Kinderbuch ab 7 Jahren (Auszug)
Die Sage von der Prinzessin der Spiegel Alle Spiegelprinzessinnen weinten.Sie weinten, wenn es regnete. Sie weinten, wenn die Sonne die Welt in ein goldenes und warmes Licht tauchte. Spiegelprinzessinnen weinten und ihre Tränen waren wie flüssiges Silber, das in winzigen Tropfen ihre Wangen hinab lief. Mit ihren zarten Glashänden fingen sie sie auf und webtenContinue reading “Der Spiegelkobold – Kinderbuch ab 7 Jahren (Auszug)”
Jessica Holzhausen - Writing, Art & History 