the maker of time


Short Stories

He was the maker of many things but most of all he made time. Time for the things that mattered most, like his grandchildren, his cooking, his writing. The art of making time was quite a complicated business, involving a lot of physics and mechanics and all sorts of matters that required a ready mind. […]

November 4, 2018

all hallows’ eve


Short Stories

This train station was odd, somehow. It was nestled in the middle of nowhere, fields of wheat spreading out on the side opposite the only platform. There was a round roof to the platform, overgrown with ivy and rust from the rains that had washed over it for decades. It was slowly and steadily decaying, […]

October 28, 2018

the greenhouse


Short Stories

The greenhouse was enormously tall, with different bows and turrets making up its roof. On bright summer days, when the sun shone and children were running around the pond outside, popsicle melting onto their hands, the whiteness of its Victorian skeleton and structure looked inviting, calling to mind not quite true memories of childhood Sundays […]

October 14, 2018

the sisters


Short Stories

It was a strange sight, those three girls, only there was no one there to behold it – and if there had been, they probably would not have believed their eyes. They were not visible to someone who would have walked down on the streets, out on an occasional midnight stroll; only if someone on […]

October 7, 2018

die schaukel


Short Stories

Manchmal stellte sie sich vor, der Strick an dem die Schaukel befestig war, würde reissen. Genau in der Sekunde, bevor die Schwerkraft sie wieder nach unten zöge, würde die letzte Faser mit einem leisen Seufzer endlich nachgeben und sie, Lilith, würde mitsamt Schaukel in den wolkenzerfetzten Sonnenuntergang hinausstürzen. Der Gedanke machte ihr nie Angst, sondern […]

September 30, 2018

the bend


Short Stories

A light laugh pearled from her mouth. This is the only way I can describe it, I swear to you if I could say it differently, I would. I hate figures of speech just as much as you do, probably even more. But this woman was different, her poise and elegance not to be matched […]

September 23, 2018

the kingdom of light


Short Stories

a long journey home The sea is lying perfectly still, enclosed as it is by these high mountains which have surrounded it since eternity and more. Dusk has fallen over the city which lies at the peak of the sea enclave, perched right in the valley between two high mountain ranges sloping their way against […]

September 16, 2018

the star


Short Stories

The big marble hallway felt empty as a church when the clock strikes three in the morning, although it was only early afternoon. Heavy sunlight filtered in through the windows, illuminating the countless oil portraits suspended from the wall, each one more intricate, more colourful than the last. Giant rivers of red velvet curtains were […]

September 2, 2018

the line


Short Stories

In some ways she envied him, and in some ways she wished more than anything else to never become like him. It was a strange ambiguity, something that intrigued her about him and his careless ways, just as much as it repelled her. He was like a magnet to her, and there were times when […]

August 26, 2018

the sea


Short Stories

He’d always wondered, all these years he’d known her why she loved the sea so much and why she was pulled to it almost with magnetic intensity, every summer as soon as the days got lighter all she wanted to do was escape, head south, to where the waves crashed onto pebbly beaches.   Sometimes […]

August 19, 2018

fever to the form


Short Stories

Feverishly he walks along the edges of his mind, searching for the words that will make her stay, he knocks at the walls of her mind to find what is hidden behind it, the real reason why she’d said what she just said but he finds himself strangely unable to form any coherent thought. His […]

July 22, 2018

viva la revolución


Short Stories

„Mein Leben war so lang in vielen Aspekten, und so unglaublich kurz in vielen anderen. Ich erinnere mich nicht mehr mit Sicherheit an die grossen Dinge. Ich weiss nicht mehr, wie mein Hochzeitskleid ausgesehen hat, was das erste Wort meines ersten Kindes war. Erinnerungen sind eine seltsame Sache. Ich weiss nichts mehr von den grossen […]

July 15, 2018

the boss


Short Stories

She took long, deep strokes in the simmering summer heat. She’d always loved swimming for its robotic and reliable motions, for the space it opened up for thinking the instant her mind went places while her body moved automatically; left arm, right arm, left, breathe; left arm, right arm, left, breathe. But not even she […]

July 8, 2018

enclosed in amber


Short Stories

She was radiant and good, a queen among her people if ever there has been one, even though no royal blood ran through her veins. She was attentive in her silence, listening out for small undercurrents of a change of tone, or a change of light in a room. She was self-assured in her character, […]

July 1, 2018

the willow


Short Stories

There’s a tree outside his window. It’s a willow, strong and bony, her hair reaching to the ground in tearful sorrow. She makes him sad every time he looks at her. He’s not sure if that is her fault or his. Might be no one’s in particular, just his mind sometimes. It’s worst of all […]

June 24, 2018