Wanderlust: Travel as an Elixir of Inspiration

If you have to create new things all the time, you need inspiration. The best recipe? Travel. For me there is nothing better, my greatest passion. My favourite stories that I tell, my most beautiful memories that I look back on. Sometimes I am inspired by character traits, a certain café or the evening flair…

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.

Fiction: Golden Plains – Chapter II

We ran so fast that my sneakers sole was starting to come out. A cloud of dust was beginning to rise with our rushed steps. I remember looking back one time, once we were far enough for me to have the courage to do it. The sun was almost catching the horizon, its blood red…

Fiction: Golden Plains – Chapter I

I was never good with goodbyes. I always felt a bitter taste on my mouth when I saw someone of whom I liked leaving. Not because of the fact that I would miss them, I actually was always lingering for a little bit of sorrow from time to time. No, it was because I could…

Lifestyle: Literaa im Wunderland aka rent24

Die Vorfreude ist groß, denn selten war es so bunt bei uns! Heute nehmen wir euch in einen ganz tollen Space mit. Und wisst ihr was? Ihr werdet es genauso lieben wir wir, da sind wir uns sicher! Welchen Space wir zum arbeiten ausprobiert haben und warum Alice im Wunderland ständig dazwischen gefunkt hat, erfahrt…

Always creative – Our method

I am often asked how I live as an author, when writing becomes a profession and you have to deliver every day… Is creativity even available at one’s choice? And you know what? I can press the buttons and my creativity starts immediately to work. How? With the right routine and variety! This article tells…

Fiction: Spring of life – Chapter I

I traded seagulls for ravens. On my backpack I had three days worth of clothes, and a toothbrush. On my heart I had a lifetime worth of dreams. I waited too long for this, and I wonder why… I don’t want to think that I was too long trapped in my fears, in my anxiety,…

Thoughts: Spilled wine

How many of my thoughts are just spilled wine? Promises of a future that became stains. They will always be there for me to remember who I was and the life I aspired. They come from a time where I used to think how much I had already accomplished. My young mind was impossible to…

Thoughts: I’m naive and I’m fine with it.

I’m naive. Very much. I didn’t notice that before, because I could blame it on my age. There it was still justified. Childlike carelessness. “Yes well, she’s still 17, she’s still learning that,” they said at the time. Meanwhile I’m 27 and it hasn’t got any better. Their head shaking. Always the same. And then…