Category Archives: A night – somewhere

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La Vida Loca

Sue-Ann is quite lost. Standing in a stunning red dress in a Spanish pub, her blond hair dramatically falling over her shoulders, black high heels on, but no hot Spanish guy looking at her. Some guys scream; not for her … Continue reading

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Three Lions on the shirt

There are Three Lions on the shirt that his oncle gives him on his 7th birthday, and maybe it’s not a shirt with Three Lions, but it’s one with a Bundesadler/ a German Eagle, or it’s one with a Schweizer … Continue reading

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sexy back

Irgendwie habe ich es geschafft, die Erinnerungen zu verlieren. In der Zeit seit fünf Jahren, zehn Tagen und … (ja, ich muss nicht immer an ihn denken, wenn ich ein grünes Kato-Männerhemd mit Farbflecken sehe, eine gelbe Quietscheente, und so … Continue reading

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My oh My

He can’t move his legs, or his hips. And it’s not because he’s suddenly paralyzed. It’s because after 20 years of peace, he’s forced again to dance to a strange 90ies eurodance-song. Damm, he’s a cool hipster who secretely likes … Continue reading

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to write a story

The song stops and someone enters hits the bar. Not the worse beginning for a good story I think and stop writing. And let my readers imagine something/ someone/ somebody’s failure/happiness/ anger … And let them imagine who enters the … Continue reading

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Dolce Vita

“Ungeheuer”: Ein Witz, denkt sie, als sie vor dieser Tanzschule steht. Wobei … ist der junge Mann, der sie gleich an Schulter und Hüfte anfassen wird, vielleicht ein Ungeheuer wie alle anderen Männer, wie alle Männer, die sie bis jetzt … Continue reading

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Schoki-Herzen

Als sie einander acht Jahre kannten (und man darf sagen, sie kannten sich gut), kam ihre Liebe plötzlich abhanden. Sie überlegt, sucht Wege, überlegt zu gehen, zu bleiben, zu verschwinden, ohne Worte, mit vielen Worten, mit den richtigen/mit den falschen … Continue reading

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A Thousand Names for a handfull of nothing

He was entering the tram like a Spanish bull making its way into the arena. Screamed for his girlfriend “Linda”. On the next station, he asked for his girl “Olga”. One more station and she was called “Steffi”. Several minutes … Continue reading

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As a small Koalabear surfed the big world

Once, the was a small Koalabear-Boy who needed to flee his homeland Australia because of fire – there was no eucalyptus left for him to eat. Some years ago, he had ended up drinking with an elderly sailor from Europe … Continue reading

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