Fiction: The Rapturous Void

Guest article She lived in the spacebetween wanting and not havingwhere a deep, obsessive longingroared through her limbslike a second heartpunching her from the inside   

Thinkpiece: About chance and failed love

She says, “I still have to think about him a lot.” And smiles. We meet on a park bench, she with her newspaper, me with my coffee. Actually, it should only be a short walk on a Sunday morning. Instead I met this older woman. Quite by chance. An encounter that I won’t forget so…

Fiction: Spring of Life – Chapter V

I felt like the boat had set sail and it had left me behind. I had to jump from the pier into the water and swim as fast as I could to find it. There was no turning back, either I would drown or I would reach her. The next morning was supposed to be…

Thinkpiece: From The Fairy Tale of Fear

She can’t breathe. Trying to gasp for air. A rope is tied around her throat. She tries to free herself. With every breath she feels the narrowness. The pulse stops when he touches her. Millions of insects crawl, crawl and spread over her body. When he slowly strokes her shoulder, each of her limbs shrugs.

Soul Talk: Toxic danger – Lauras Story

Interview with laura (alias). Text: MASHA A toxic relationship is an unhealthy relationship that requires a lot of energy. I know it, I was in one. I met him in Paris, but he was from Berlin. After two months he invited me to move in with him. So we planned and organized everything together and…

Fiction: Spring of Life – Chapter IV

To love is to let go. We are only as free as our imagination let us. All this cliché thoughts were running through my mind. After that night, I wasn’t sure of anything anymore. I could’ve sworn that I heard something break on the back of my mind. A weight dropped. I didn’t knew how…

Fiction: Spring of life – Chapter III

I always disagreed with my heart. It always pulled to dark end corners of my mind, where the impossible kept me afloat from the stillness of the life surrounding me. Always so behaved creatures, so controlled and straight. Mistreating and misbehaving the truth. The world needs more than the things it had so far. Change…

Fiction: Withdrawal

Cloud my day, fog my mind. Evaporating myself. Melt into you.We two – one thing in common: Our emptiness.I knew no breath, since it was yours.No movement, since you ran.Each of your words soaked in my body. Every anaesthetic grew into my skin.

Fiction: Spring of Life – Chapter II

Procrastination: Being trapped in a dream world that prevents us from living our dreams on the real one. My life so far was a steady monochord rhythm, two chords repeating day and night. I always thinking how the song would continue. As I turned my face to look at her on that spring afternoon, I…