Clara closes her eyes as Peter’s words slowly sneak up on her, finding their way into her head and her heart. His voice is soft and quiet; as the tears start rolling, she looks at him, a smile on her face. She can see now. She understands. And now she can finally start moving on… [...]
Clop-clop. Clop-clop. A knight is riding through a forest. Look! There, in the distance! Monsters are attacking that lone princess! The knight jumps from his horse and draws his sword. Thwack! Slash! The monsters go down. „My name is Arthas the brave, fair maiden. I’m a knight.“ The princess looks up. „Hi. I’m Karin Polifka. [...]
The whiplash caused by the crash is harsh. As Karsten wakes up, he is lying on a dark, abandoned road. He looks at the ruined art-deco furniture scattered accross the grass and the wrecked transporter lying in front of it. Only then does he notice he’s not alone. And that the other man… isn’t breathing. [...]
The sun rises, illuminating the beach. Seventeen year-old Kenny stares at it like he has many times before. Flour is littered accross his baker’s uniform. Tears swell in his eyes. Panting, his sister emerges behind him. Then, his father and his lover. Together they tell the story of the one that’s not there. The mother. [...]
With a deep breath, Aaron opens his eyes. His eyes are burning. A dusty cough is forced from his lungs. The white walls of hospital room around him are yellowed; the wallpaper is coming down. Confusion sets in Aaron’s mind. How long has he been here? And then it finally makes sense. The experiment worked. [...]
There’s a new portfolio page about Promises, a text I wrote for a show called Virtual Dinner Party, an event directed by Jake Witlen of the internalists. It’s mainly about cutting down your story’s prosaic fluff and performing monologues. Give it a read!