Hross-Hengesting

Life not as death but unlife as night is to the summer of the soul/ of a man. Warm breath gone cold, forced to shrivel into a snarl. My prism of thought an artifice of oblivion; a black hole at the heart of every inner sentence, internal monologues disintegrate in hatred, fear and pain. That anguish strains the skin I'm in; a rack of carnal torture, the tearing of tissues, of my self. I claw at my face in torpor; guilt; convulsions of angst, ripping fibres of rage, self consuming self, the gift of life a collapsed imploding star, light so bright it becomes blindingly black. Time drags, numbs –stops? –my body breaks down into components; part

He'd been following the Englishman for days. But it seemed now that they'd been following each other. Possibly in concentric circles, ever closer to a common goal. In the jaundice streetlight of a Hamburg suburb, finally face to face pointing pistols at each other. From a distance their raised voices could hardly be heard over the sound of the heavy rain. "The cold war is over and you're out of your depth in deep shit." Zaychek shook his head. "I have a job to do…It's who I am." Barnes looked his opponent up and down and laughed. "You're a chesspiece. And not a very good one." He tilted his head and smiled. "Sorry, that's not fair of me…Le

     Andfådd, springandes genom kylan av midnatt och duggregn, kom hans liv i fokus. Gatulamporna kastade ett gulsotigt sken över gråa hus och kullersten. Hans fotspår föll hårt och helt för långsamt, medan hans gärningar ekade omkring tomma gator flög hans tankar. För livet. För hennes.     Hundar och polisens siren hördes bortom regnet, glas och röster som krossades. Skulle han hinna? Fanns det tid för henne? Den kroppsliga smärtan försökte förhindra hans kamp. Allt han tänkte på var att springa så fort kroppen tillät. Kamp

I met Adreanna Van Hausen when I first moved to London. She was a very good looking golden-haired bohemian with a killer Kiwi accent. She was rather oddly very proper, it didn’t suit her at all, or at least what one wanted her to be when you first met her. She was actually quite dull and spoilt. God knows why she’d moved to London, it must have cost her young soul a hell of a lot of money and caused a hell of a lot of worry to her parents. That’s the impression I got anyway. It was about the biggest thing that had ever happened in her life and she was trying to be very proud of herself, if it wasn’t for the fact that she w