As I just turned the corner, I realised.
I didn’t hear any bird´s shriek since Mary had left town…
Grey as the sky, red as my fucking shoes. I knew something was wrong and didn’t even lift a finger.
Little Joe got him warned, that’s all he could do.
Take me home, he said. And the morning after, all we could find was his blue coat on a rocking chair, pockets full of broken vials, lights on and a weird vanilla scent floating around.
A moonshine distillery found under Mad Dog Lane´s kindergarten: the mystery of the wacky kids generation solved at last.
A moonshine distillery found under Mad Dog Lane´s kindergarten: the mystery of the wacky kids generation solved at last.
Run! Faded word on a wet pavement.
Found by a janitor on Tuesday morning: a severed foot wrapped in a Taco bread, tastefully displayed in a golf shoes shop.
Looking for a back alley, some unusual hope twisting my guts and... I found her by mistake... she wasn´t what I was looking for...
Broken leg, blue eye, stunned child and a dozen of dead fowls around.
As odd as it could be, his fractured skull remided me of my childhood soft-boiled eggs.
Oooh Lolly Dolly crappy chérie... that dreadful song kept bouncing on the walls, every dawn, from April till fall. And then we knew...
She´s damn right, I thought. The blue lights on, a windy night and Maggie´s loony lads... that´s all it took for this city to smash his artless soul.
Lobsters in tears, wishy-washy midnight talk and never-ending TV cartoons. I knew this was all a sop to my pride but never thought waiting for my fate in such a lousy hole.
Wrap it up swiftly and duck out! Enough skeletons in the cupboard for today...
Maybe we could eat him instead... After all, we know what mantis do to their own...
Shallow strollers feasting upon sorrows, you´re now no more, music has stopped. Roaches and rats´ squeals take over.
...got it bro! No need to shout! Just get the ribbon off his neck and tie that dynamite stick up!
How did you think Bloody Khan would take it? Drop the fight and dash off before your guts got spilled all around!
What a waste... his last meal was on Thursday and he didn’t even get to gulp down some of those special dumplings before they made him eat his own teeth...
Ten days left and a rhubarb pie. Just enough to hear Bennie cry.
What the heck Gloria! A barren land, some delirious kids and now that gruesome dance! I thought we had an agreement...
That plan is gold... Precisely what I thought until I noted a missing blue button on his shirt and instantly felt a cold sweat down my spine.
Come on Harry... This ain´t no part of town where you should be... Miss Rosa said it already!
Go for it Jenna! Nobody´s expecting you to survive anyways...
He disappeared in a blast, leaving nothing but this noxious stench behind and a handful of hysterical bed bugs panicking in a jar.
I´m a fraud - he whined. You´re indeed - I whispered. And the second after, he got whacked so bad, I had the sweetest dreams of all nights.
It all starts with a walk. Wandering at night in this weirdly quiet part of town, playing a hunch turning right or left, thrilled by the thought I might once again step in front of this peculiar place I didn’t expect…
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It all starts with a walk. Wandering at night in this weirdly quiet part of town, playing a hunch turning right or left, thrilled by the thought I might once again step in front of this peculiar place I didn’t expect…Berlin is full of these urban landscapes. The still ones, the boring ones. Neither pretty nor ugly. Just full of something you couldn’t describe. All seems trite and yet you stop, staring at your surroundings. You can’t help thinking something is bound to happen. Something has to occur.
*It could be a movie set, a crime scene or the everyday corner of your block…
Here is the perfect point for your fantasy to run wild.
*Roamig the streets a camera in my bag, I´m trying to catch the narrative scent of this chimerical city. Playing with codes, from film noir to Yellow journalism. Growing a meticulous collection of these places of lurking fiction.