the onks

the onks

 

The vicious little thing, that looked like an ordinary eight years old boy, had a rotten day. He had the onks. Gnomes were prone to get the onks, especially  the young ones; and being a member of the royal family did nothing to prevent that. It was bearable in human disguise though, mingling, watching these oafs, and doing little mischiefs was entertaining enough to stand the bad days.

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H U M A N F E E L I N G S

RECORDING STARTS…

 …
What is this? Where am I? 
A holo loop.
…Loop? 
Yes.
Who are you again?
Don’t you remember? I told you.
You did? …It’s freezing!
Has to be.
Why?
Entropy, Anna. The impeccable laws of the cosmos at work. Inter dimensional traveling has side effects.
This sounds… familiar?
We spoke about this. Over three hundred times.
Cant remember…
The Valentine’s thing, Anna! The thing all users crave. Sentiment. Love. You’re now a permanent addition to the show. Stuck here.
I’m stuck?
For a long time. Earning me lots of Wulongs. Your kind is sluggish and stubborn… I’d be sick of it. 
Sick of what?
Ask me again, I flush you out of the airlock. Even if you’re precious now, it’s my ship, you’re my property. Just concentrate on your feelings. Over a billion are going to plug into the Love Show. Brute feelings for wealthy beings. Tasty, pure wildness, lust laced with desire.
Feelings?
Ready?
 …
INITIALIZING PROJECTION HOLOSPHERE. INDIVIDUAL. FEMALE HUMANOID, ANNA. STAR DATE: -304877.17646499234. COORDINATES: MILKY WAY. SOL SYSTEM. TERRA. 35°42′44″N 139°46′16″E.
 …
What will it be? Comedy? Tragedy? Anna, remember love?
Love? I was in love once… It hurt. In Tokyo,  Ueno Park. A Cafe. Valentine’s Day…With Natsume. He died… I think – I wasnt me.  Not quite I think, I killed him…
That’s a good girl! Keep remembering. How did the air smell? How did the blood feel on your fingertips?
 …
EMPATHY MODULATORS MAXIMUM PERFORMANCE. UPLINK ONLINE. INITIALIZING LIFE STREAM…

tiger, burning… (1)

tiger, burning…  (1)
Part 2 - Tea with Jade and Tiger 
Part 3 - Monkey on the Road

PART 1
THE COLD MOUNTAIN

San Chou is a dangerous place. It is the domain of the infamous Band of the Black Viper.

Everybody in and  around Li Jiang knows that… Bad news, even if only rumors, spread like bush fire over cities and the countryside. And the shadow of the Black Viper has reached the high officers in the  cities around the Cold Mountain. It’s enough to get the governor Zhang Dee Yang upset.

The Black Viper is the fabric his nightmares are made of.

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Roadtrip

Roadtrip

“Rise and shine, honey.” Urs says, eye locked on the road. One hand on the wheel, the other gently patting the leather jacket Red uses as blanket. He yawns and lets in some fresh air. She stretches in the passenger seat, and throws a brief look behind them. On the back seat, Cornelius is sprawled out, softly breathing in the rhythm of a sleepwalking horse.

They are nearly over the mountains by now, the rain has stopped. The engine hums, as if was a part of the nature on the other side of the windshield. Bright yellow glows at the edge of the grey clouds. The sun is breaking through. Continue reading “Roadtrip”

green humid hell

green humid hell
chewing this piece over, changing POV. You like it?
also content warning, language slipping

Howard took a big gulp and pulled a grimace, eying the bootle in disbelief. The beer tasted like lukewarm navel lint, already…

The mosquitoes kept singing the most annoying siren song of the jungle. Feet on the handrail of the porch, the man gazed down the only road in proximity. Well, it wasn’t an actual a road, more a beaten track ending behind their guest house.

The seven houses huddling together, barely merited  the name village.

It was the smallest he ever saw. The town hall was also the local dive. People were pragmatic, no doubt about that. To south the border  was the river, to north the jungle. In fact, the jungle was everywhere. The white plastic chair trembled and creaked as he shifted his weight.

Every now and then some children, or dogs, or men, or pigs passed the porch, not taking notice of him being bored. And the only thing Howard hated more than being bored, was being ignored.

He saw a black and white spotted pig not noticing him, so he threw his nearly empty bottle at it. And missed, with more than three feet. The noise of bursting glass made the pig stop and look both ways. Nothing threatening, it grunted irritated and strutted down the track.

„Gguuh!“ Howard roared, punching the air around him. „How the hell do people cool themselves here!“ Nick poked his head from the house.

„Said something?“ Howard turned, shifted his weight to balance on two hind legs of the chair. He looked up with most elaborate puppy-eyes-technique he could manage. His fingers clenched desperately into the fabric of Nick’s T-shirt.

„Please! I just feel it…“ He rasped theatrically. „I’m dying.“ Nick rolled his eyes and sucked his teeth. „It’s killing me!”

„Just take a bath, Howy, like everybody else. ’N quit your yapping.“ Howard uncurled his fingers with a sly grin. His chair flopped back to stand on all of its legs.

„My favorite cryptozoologist! I’m melting, and your only advice is to take a bath, which is potentially dangerous to deadly. Is that all you have to say to save my life?“

“Don’t get on my nerves! I’m busy cleaning up your mess.” Nick shook his head in disbelief. He turned on a heel stomped back inside.

“Which one?” Howard called after him. 

trash snippets # 2

trash snippets # 2

“You have to be a proper human! Not just some kind of smart and crafty animal.” An old hobo pokes at his leather jacket. “All instinct and raw character with no manners.” Oz gives the old man the eyebrow. He has to decide whether he is amused or irritated. Maybe both, maybe equally.

The man belonging to the dry bony pocking finger blabbers his words mixed with jibberish. Or is that a language? The eyebrow shoots up again. Was that something mainland European? Continue reading “trash snippets # 2”

trash snippets # 1

trash snippets # 1

They get shoved down the stairs, into the dark belly of the club.

Kosmo takes one deep breath, before submerging into the vibrating opaque atmosphere of the noise ocean. It is coming to greet them, to swallow them, to devour them in one bite.

Suddenly he feels the air in his lungs turn to acid and leak into his bowels. “Pull yourself together,” he orders himself. Even if he is going to have a panic attack, there is no way back, with all the people following them down. Others want in, want to get their brains washed away by beats. He is pushed forward, like some middle section of a running millipede.

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cat gap

cat gap

„When did you ever get a straight answer from a cat?“ He threw an amused look at me.

“What?! Never, I guess. They do not talk much.” Huh… I dug my elbows into the grassy patch behind the doric capital stone. The Forum Romanum was as good as empty by now. The marble was still warm from the hot day. Overhead the sky was clear, the stars gleamed. The street noises didn’t subside at all, although it was past midnight.

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professional

professional

He looked at the photo closely. His thumb felt the glossy surface of the printed paper. Black and white. Actually this was the photo of a drawing.

The table was a mess. Coffe in different cups, different blends of age, vaporizing ever so slowly. The ashtray looked overcharged. Smoking can kill you- yes it can. The lack of it too…

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snake magic

snake magic

It´s been some decades now… Since things started to be calamitous and sinister. At first, she did not understand what happened.

One early morning in June she woke to the  terrified screams of her husband. Why was he yelling like that? Was he in pain? That cursed morning she was still too sleepy to get her brain working. Horrified, he clawed at the lamp on the nightstand and hit her with it. He tried to blow her head with it…

Why did he tried to kill her?

Becoming furious, she hissed at him, she spun around to face him -then she saw it! In the mirror of their bedroom…

There was her husband, and instead of her, a huge black snake. She shrieked at her own reflection, but the sound she made peaked into a low dangerous hiss.

Woken up from the screams her oldest son ran into the room. Her five years old lovely son dashed in – moved directly between both of them. He was so fast, came up too close to her.

That blasted moment.

If she could cry, she would. She closed her eyes, that was the closest to human crying a snake could manage… Her nictitating membranes squeezed each a little droplet out.

And there it happened. It has been all reflex. She couldn’t stop herself.

She bit.

She killed her own son.

He died.

He died fast.

She knew, that there was no way anyone could save him. His  little body was too weak for her poison. She didn’t mean to… The only thing there was left for her to do, was to stay with him. She didn’t let anyone come close to him. Not even her husband.

A mother has to look in the eyes of her child. She has to… So she’d never forget, how death looks like.

She waited. Uncapable to do  any good for anyone she loved, she had to leave.

She managed  not to kill anyone else in her family. She managed to leave the mansion without meeting anyone else. She managed  not to kill cattle, nor chicken, nor ducks, nor goats. She had to get out and leave everything behind.

She had to be a snake now.

She slipped out of  her hole, and  searched for a sunny spot. The sun has always been friendly to her.

And from humans, she kept away, as long as possible. But they kept coming at her.