pieces, fragments & morsels
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Ongoing23m
Last published Tue, May 4, 2021
Ein Haufen von Gedichten und Geschichten und Gedichten in Geschichten und Geschichten in Gedichten und nochmehr Geschichten - zusammenfassend mein Versuch einer Kurzgeschichten-Sammlung.
Auszug aus der Geschichte:
Aber meine Welt endete an den Zäunen des Ghettos, an denen ich entlang spazieren konnte ohne wirklich spazieren zu gehen. Und morgen würde ich weg sein.
Weil sie immer Leute wegnahmen, weil Leute scheinbar verloren gingen wie Schlüssel, obwohl sie in Wahrheit gestohlen wurden, ganz heimlich und leise.
Kritik jeder Art ist absolut erwünscht :)
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