The-Short-Story

von Pablo Wezel (copyright) „Es war einmal“ würde nicht nur langweilig sondern auch viel zu verjährt klingen. Der schwere süssliche Geschmack von Blut klebte noch so sehr in der Luft, dass man mit den Worten kürzlich beginnen möchte. Dennoch streben wir manchmal danach, schreckliche Ereignisse hinter uns zu lassen, um möglichst schnell vergessen zu können. [...]

von Andrea Tallarita (Copyright) How stupidly it all began, how senselessly, as if to prove that there is no sense to anything else, as if to tell me that everything else of that whole story was equally pointless, and in a way it was, after all who’s ever fallen in love with a computer character? [...]

von Stoyan Valev (Copyright) Translated from Bulgarian by: Nevena Pascaleva It was a first time he came upon his father listening to the radio in daytime. He usually did it at night, selecting some special stations. The speaker from radio Sofia was listing countries. Their troops were marching into Czechoslovakia. Confused, he surveyed his father. [...]

von Stoyan Valev (Copyright) Translated from Bulgarian by: Nevena Pascaleva For seven years now Gergov had been putting it away. Sometimes he asked himself: why? No, it wasn’t fear. It was something else. But what? And there was no answer. However, he felt he could hear a powerful whisper: don’t, don’t ever do it! Still, [...]

von Stoyan Valev (Copyright) Translated from Bulgarian by: Nevena Pascaleva One February evening, when the pub was full of men and outside the wind was fiercely hauling, the door slowly opened. It opened, but nobody came in. They fell silent and waited. For, when a door is being opened, somebody should have opened it. And [...]

von Jacques Pinard Brown (Copyright) Introduction: The farm lies in a long and deep valley in the bushveld of the Eastern Transvaal. It is only one of the many farms in the valley, so the story is more about the valley itself, and the giant mountain head that towers above the valley and all the [...]

von Allison Fasanella (Copyright) It was Kate’s first Christmas working at Diana’s Toy Chest. She started there about six months ago. It was a rocky start. Everyone in town knew that store. It had a wonderful reputation. And Kate knew she just had to work there. Ever since she was little, she loved that store. [...]

von Jacques Pinard Brown (Copyright) I traveled through space, past the Milky Way and a hundred thousand other constellations, past suns, planets, meteors, asteroids and other space debris. I flew and floated, flew and floated, and nothing obscured the path of my soul. I traveled for eons, and yet that elongated period of time was [...]

von Jacques Pinard Brown (Copyright) In a very large room sits a very old man with a very long white beard. This extremely large room is sparsely furnished. It has a bed, a chair and a closet. Some volumes of ancient books line the walls. In the center of the room stands a very large [...]

von Jacques Pinard Brown (Copyright) Chapter 1. The young man started fishing relatively late in life, he was in his mid-twenties. He had done a bit of fishing earlier in his life, but very little. But now it had become a hobby and a passion. Whenever he could get a few days, it had to [...]