A writer’s nightmare come true

I’ve experienced the writer’s nightmare today! A few days ago a short story contest I had participated in announced their winners. Anxiously, I checked the list but did not find my name. That can happen. I have more material to send out now. An infection retold from the late-medieval understanding of demonic obsession is unique,Continue reading “A writer’s nightmare come true”

What the stars can do to us

“Are you really lucky enough to miss out on a few shooting stars?”, my witch asks as I try to fall asleep. Well, who of us ever is? We had seen 6 very bright shooting stars, but I was getting cold and tired. Can I afford to sleep during the peak of the perseids? IContinue reading “What the stars can do to us”

Dystopia being

Dystopia doesn’t change who we are, but this is nothing to find comfort in. When war calls you as a soldier, you’re still a son or a daughter. A mother, father, lover, friend. At least inside, while on the outside, you die a gray face feared and forgotten. When plague locks you away, you’re stillContinue reading “Dystopia being”