Morning Stories
When the first word pops into my head in the morning, these spontaneous stories emerge. Without a plan. But with fun.
My Stomach and I
A Morning Splinter Story Today. Yesterday. Tomorrow. People and their history are turned upside down. Or headless. I can't carry on. I won't carry on. I don't want to carry on. Woodstock is Waterloo.
Piece of Advice
The impact was less hard than expected. But the burning on my cheek was impossible to ignore — and good advice was hard to come by. It felt like a clap in the face. Though this very thing — advice in certain situations — is often an uninvited guest. Or the fifth wheel on the wagon.Risk — A Chocolate Bar Name with a Bitter Aftertaste
Risk? What reads here like the name of a chocolate bar turns out to be far more complex in practice — and rarely comes with any sweetness attached.
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