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Jul 15, 2011
» The Gray King
Posted in Essays, Stories
It’s been a while since the last posting, right? And I’ve been busy as a bee with all other projects for AEtuts+ or my completely updated, recoded and redesigned portfolio and other stuff. And last evening I was sitting in this café in Salzburg and a short story hit me. Out of the blue. I typed the first draft down on my phone which took two hours but (hopefully!) was worth it. Please, read on…
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Jan 08, 2011
» Nia
Posted in Stories
Spending a week in the beautiful Tyrol with the beautiful Conny inspired me to write a short story that may be the beginning of a larger and more extensive narrative. Maybe it’ll get longer when I find the time to continue it. I have a bunchload of ideas, I only lack the bunchload of time to pursue it. In any case: Have a read, tell me what you think and don’t get scared. -
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Apr 05, 2010
» The Gift-Bearer: Chapter 1
Posted in Stories
“What the fudge is that supposed to mean?!” I hear you asking, so let me explain. The »-symbol in the beginning indicates, that this post is going to be a story, an essay or some other kind of fiction; as opposed to the ♫-symbol, indicating music. “The Gift-Bearer” is the working title of a series of connected stories I am going to write and publish here. If it doesn’t make any sense to you right now, please bear with me (haha!).
“Chapter 1″ now is the first chapter in this series. Got that? Good. Then let’s begin! -
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Mar 21, 2010
♫» Space Love
Posted in Seph Carissa / texx sound, Stories
Time for some music. I recently finished Mass Effect and was intrigued by the rather well drawn characters in the narrative as well as by the music which had such a familiar appeal to it, thanks to the 80′s synths in an orchestral setting. Again, I wanted to add my personal two cents to the dark voyage through the galaxy — plus some bonus material. And you can find both right here! -
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Jan 09, 2006
» Weary Wounds
Posted in Stories
It was a cloudy and dark evening when John’s mother died. The slow decay of her mind over the past years, the fact that her skin slowly grew as grey as the walls in her room here in the local hospital, all these things made John think about joining her at this very moment. There wasn’t anything more that John could do for her.