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Week 12: Tales from a phone box

27 Feb

It took me a while to get used to bizarre notions such as yesterday, next week, or last year. In fact, it took me a while to get used to the notion of somewhat taking a while in the first place. I’m not so sure you understand what I mean, or rather (from your perspective), what I meant, as I am, (in your case, was) writing this. So I will do my best to clarify. Of course, chances are that by the time I will have done my best, you may not have started reading this yet. So, let’s get to it. By that I mean that I have already gotten to it, and that you alone will be getting to it at some point in the future. So if I say “let’s” it’s just because I’m being polite. Or rather was. OK. Sorry, I’m just screwing with you. Time travelers love that, metaphorically speaking. Sorry, I can’t help it. For didactical purposes alone, just so you (will) know, by the time you will be reading this, you will have already been screwed with and the metaphor will have already been spoken. I know, I know, this is overkill. You got the point. Or you will get it.

OK. So. Time travel. Isn’t. At least not in the way you imagine it. That’s why from now on I shall refer to what you call time travelers as “time beings.”

If there is one thing some story tellers got right about us, that is that we exist at any and all moments in time. We just are, no matter when.  Simply put, we can’t travel through time. No more than you can travel through your own body. If you think of this and feel like your head’s going to explode, rest assured, it could be worse. If you’d live where (or should I say when) time beings live, your head exploding would be a mash-up of events, all melded together.

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Week 12: Time – A Question of Vengeance ?

27 Feb

It was far from over. I was so far from being done with. This circle will never end. It was a sadistic, cruel, immense and above all powerful and crushing way of teaching me a lesson. Will my time ever collapse and my body unbound ? After all these years, I think I am ready. My sins forgotten, my past invisible and The Murderer gone.  Will I be set  free to step into the light, to break the chains of Fear and Death ?


The abbey was burning. The walls were burning. The corpses were burning again and again. The smell of putrefaction and blood was everywhere. Rot. Now I find myself with the others, defending the ruins of Monte Cassino. It was the 10th of February. The chronicles of the future were going to say that 1,400 tons of bombs were dropped on this area here on the 15 February. Only five days left. Of course I`m not allowed  to stay that much. Every time I`m taken away on the morning of 15. Twentieth “Battle for Cassino”  for me. I wasn’t able to change  anything all those last times, and now I was sick of it all. I was burning inside like Icarus in the skies. All these men. And the fact that I cannot help any of them. My brothers-in-arms. They all had their own Pistolen Maschinengewehr, those heavy and ancient P.M.s and some grenades for clearing the Allied troops from their holes. In the no man’s land poison and gases were blinding everybody stupid enough to search there for valuables through the bodies of the dead. My Parabellum pistol was hanging at my belt. Some fighters  were taking their dogfight higher and higher in the infernal sky. Hell. At my left and right – Hell. On the surface of the earth – Hell. Look up, look around, find Hell. The Americans were singing that old song: “My bonnie is over the ocean, My bonnie is over the sea, Bring back, oh bring back my bonnie to me…” What a fool I’ve been. The Murderer will never go from my side. All the deaths, all these unimaginable crimes are taking their toll now. I am The Murderer and forevermore will be. It was far from over.

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Week 12: Writing prompt

27 Feb

You may say it’s too late to post this week’s writing prompt.

That would hold true if the prompt for this week weren’t about time travelers.

So no use syncing your timepieces, it was already too late.