TKek

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22 Girl in the rain jacket by TKek, literature

21 So long, Sheila by TKek, literature

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21 So long, Sheila

So long, Sheila PS.: Erase this, you don't care about this stuff anyway, you postpostmodern idiot. Did you even read this? Or did you just scroll through with your fancy app, again? You just talk big, but your revelations are nothing but cheap copies of old books which you decided not to read, and that is why you understand nothing. I always have and still will love you as much as I hate you.

20 Tragedy by TKek, literature

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20 Tragedy

"Then you have no soul and won't be saved by the Lord." I studied her face for a moment and said: "I fill people's hearts with joy and give their vision an expression. I don't care about your kind of God, all it ever does is shoving us into pointless categories." "And when the day of judgment comes, then you and all nonbelievers will burn in hell for your sins." I shook my head. "On the day of the final genocide you will learn to understand the tragedy of not loving anyone but your god and his teachings." "That's no tragedy", she said and smiled. I never went to our family meetings again.

Struggle.Endure.Survive. by TKek, literature

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30 Stardust by TKek, literature

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30 Stardust

Loneliness killed. He walked down rows of dark, closed cafés, chairs chained to tables. Teenagers and couples at the beach, black silhouettes against midnight blue, getting drunk, getting romantic in the sand. Walking past a glass front, he eyed his reflection for a moment – a vague, ghostly figure that haunted this place. The only place where you could see the stars clearly was here, near the ocean and the waves. He smiled. The sea washed the smog out of the sky with each foaming swoosh licking the sand. Sure, it was strange to walk alone here. Police'd checked him multiple times, maybe he was suspicious by default. But with al

29 End Game by TKek, literature

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29 End Game

Leon shouldered the rusty door open and ran. The sudden bright light was painful, and he barely avoided to collide with one of the APCs on the runway. The Geiger counter's ticking got more and more nervous with every second, chasing the young man mercilessly over the aircraft boneyard. A cold wind from the south let the wings sing, howl and moan in rusty agony. Leon made a sharp turn and ran against the wind, zigzag through a labyrinth of a nation's bleached military pride. The heat below the white Hazmat suit was unendurable, sweat was tickling down his nose and collecting inside his gas mask. He had to bring his watch close to the mask's f

28 An Anonymous Phonecall by TKek, literature

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28 An Anonymous Phonecall

I think I like this library so much better. I mean – who doesn't enjoy a rich variety of books on the same topic around oneself? … Yeah, right. All these people, sharing their visions over a cup of tea or coffee in the café across the street because talking is prohibited here, of course. Sure, part of what they say about science students is true – they're lonely, studying all night with less sleep than possible without coffee? … No, I still enjoy it to be read by really curious and critical minds. They usually keep me company with other nice books, so we could discuss all night. Remember that time that one dude ha

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Angel Mine by TKek, literature

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Angel Mine

Angel Mine Lying in Night's soothing arms, Tossing and turning between the sheets Feeling how time fleets Thoughts crawling on the pillow And a voice which warns Demons reaching for your burning heart Devour what little is left of you Separating further what is already apart Every word you chose And every excuse Whispered into empty conscience Leveling your dreams and thoughts Morality Individuality You no longer possess And a voice which cries Oh angel mine With flaming wings and fearsome beauty You're descending from the sky to fulfill thy duty Engulf the world in fire and light Oh angel mine With a ho

Return to the Sea by TKek, literature

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Return to the Sea

I freed myself from her entanglement and zipped the cocoon open. Saltwind and Watergown drove remaining shreds of weariness away. "Just five minutes?" She brushed a few strands of black hair away and kissed me. Still tentative; dream silk from a distant shore on her lips and fingertips. I cuddled up to her. Temptation to close the zipper. She curled my hair. "Your head alright?" My lips caressed Eleni's favorite spot on her neck. "It's better. Must be the sea air." She giggled. Fading nightmare, primal fear's fruit of womb, banished by the strongest charm we could weave together. "I have to get up." "Already?" I nodded

Rainy Day by TKek, literature

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Rainy Day

As I walked down the street from the Observatorium to my apartment on the eve of my eighteenth birthday, I met an old man who wasn't a Rabe. He was pacing back and forth beneath a street lamp's satin gold; a pale, slender face in a worn out suit. From time to time he took off his top hat and shook the raindrops from his gray hair. I slowed down. "No, no and no, Ladies and Gentlemen." Street cats had gathered close to the man and were drying their fur over a ventilation shaft. I hoped they wouldn't give away my presence. Without paying attention to me, the confused man continued his lecture. "You must know, without Marco di Drago, March

Regentag by TKek, literature

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Regentag

Als ich die Straße vom Observatorium zu meiner Wohnung am Vorabend meines achtzehnten Geburtstags hinunterging, begegnete ich einem alten Mann der kein Rabe war. Er schritt im Mattgold einer Straßenlaterne auf und ab, ein weißes, schmales Gesicht in einem abgetragenen Anzug. Von Zeit zu Zeit nahm er den Zylinder ab und schüttelte sich die Regentropfen aus den grauen Haaren, die in Strähnen an seinem Kopf klebten. Neugierig verlangsamte ich meine Schritte. „Nein, nein und nein, meine Damen und Herren." Einige Straßenkatzen hatten sich in der Nähe des Mannes versammelt und föhnten ihre Haare

Breathing Technique by TKek, literature

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Breathing Technique

Focus. Within the gray concrete jungle, piles of debris, dandelion and nettle blew. Grass reoccupied the mall on 6th Street where they used to hang around, and the first sunlight painted a blood-red gold onto last remaining shards of glass still stuck in blown windows. Inhale. He didn't move, waited in his hiding place, watched birds singing for the sun. Blackbirds, sitting in the lilac growing upon the ashes of the library. Poe blossomed into sweet smell of decay. Exhale. He didn't move, waited in his hiding place, watched the river that now runs free. A wedding gown's trail, ultramarine silk he used to swim during hot summer days. I

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Bittersuess kalt by TKek, literature

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Bittersuess kalt

Bittersuess kalt Von ihrer Loge aus hatte sie einen hervorragenden Ausblick auf das Orchester: Herbstregen auf ihrem Dachfenster begleiteten den Windtenor und die Böen klatschten nach jedem Satz stehende Ovationen. Gwenn nahm einen Schluck Tee und starrte wieder auf die Partitur. Schlüssel, Kommentare, Oktaven, Noten: ein Klanggefängnis mit starren, schwarzen Linien das alle Geheimnisse für sich behielt. Sie suchte nach einem Tor, einer Tür und fand keine – verzweifelt sah sie sich selbst beim Scheitern zu, ihre Gedanken zerfasert und unkonzentriert. Heißer Tee verbrannte ihr die Lippen, sie fühlte sic

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TKek

Mar 4, 2011

Status update

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Yes, I am miraculously still alive. I apologize to all those of you who are waiting for new uploads - I really don't feel like uploading my writings at the moment. I will, however, still comment and critique your work. My main focus however is reworking my various stories and destill them into something bigger an coherent - I need to dare and write. Or dare to write. I've been tagged by Carija (https://www.deviantart.com/carija), but not inclined to tag anyone back. But you can have some thoughts for the day: * One should not lament one's (artistic) ability. Even if you are bad today, you will be better tomorrow by accumulated experience. Capre diem - seize the day. *

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TKek

Dec 24, 2010

Merry Christmas

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Merry christmas to all of you, wherever you are and whatever you believe. :)

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Dec 14, 2010

Of Time, Alma Mater and Novelwriting

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Or: How to study and write. It's time to reorganize time, to review and to edit. I might have too many projects right now demanding attention - and about the Alma Mater I don't have to lose many words. During last month, I put some effort into actually writing a novel, and despite not meeting my goal, I've written at least something on which I can now base that project. I've learned that I can write 2000 words a day but are more comfortable with 1000 to 1200. Another project to go back to, with discipline and hunger. :D The next step from here is to write some essays to parry some intellectual ricochets, and no, I will not quote Einstein