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Life is too short for boring stories

Luke’s parents were old now, but it was still rather unusual for two people to die of the same cause in one night, no matter how close they might have been. „As if my parents had ever been close,“ Luke thought bitterly, „My father was the bully, and my mother was a better cleaning lady …

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In his eyes, single mothers were irresponsible and only a burden for the state, was the conclusion that Sabrina had drawn from his statements. In his dictum, lying on the state’s pocket meant above all that the taxpayers‘ money, which was paid for with his hard-earned money, was also used for these useless sluts. But …

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„It wasn’t always like that,“ Franz Xaver Fent began to tell, „It must have been many, many years ago. I was a young master brush maker at the time, but already successful enough to open my own shop. My sister agreed to take over the sales activities so that I could concentrate on production. I …

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A few minutes later Nona and Lana reach the airport. There is a lot of activity, as always. People arrive and depart. Nothing changes, not even through an accident. You take note of it. „Terrible that something like this can happen“ or „The poor relatives, if someone from my family had been in this machine…“, …

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We walk part of the way together, hand in hand. Nobody can say how long this piece will be – or how short, and I don’t even want to be told. At some point it will be over, at some point – just not today, and maybe we will be granted the next night and …

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Lost in thought, I let my gaze wander around the room. This wandering is uncontrollable. Time to go as soon as I’ve finished my drink, I think when you sit down with me. „Hello!“, you say and I return the greeting, noticing how I try to smile. It happens automatically.“Nice to see you,” you continue.„I …

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I leave the bench behind me and follow the glittering blue that leads me to the bench on which you are sitting. My feelings are mixed. You seem absent, don’t pay any attention to me. I feel the desire to bring you here, to me, this desire automatically awakens, but at the last moment I …

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The beauty of the moment is its blossoming.The tragedy of the moment is its death.Life takes place between blossoming and dying.Nothing will bring it back.Nothing will stop it.But I always have a choice. Every time again. In the rose garden the glitter of the blue flower appears, which shows me the way. When I wake …

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If you think that there is nothing left that can surprise you. If you think that you know everything and have seen everything. If you think you have explored and tried every path. If you mean that life is moving forward as it is used to. If you lean back and think, now it’s good …

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I would like to meet you, yes, but not in the hustle and bustle of the day, where you switch back and forth with your thoughts, where you cannot stay because actionism has got you in the claws and you cannot get by, if only a few minutes physically, but not mentally. You think of …

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