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The Hotel

For a change I took part in a friendly little writing competition (please don’t comment on my post over there). It’s just for fun and practice, not for any price or profit.

Here’s the prompt I had to write about:

No end to the daylight when on the run….

In a foreign country, our protagonists put up in a hotel. It is a sweltering summer and there seems to be no end to the daylight. Our protagonists wait and wait for the sun to dip, but it doesn’t. Fed up, they head down to the reception, wary of the people still on their trail (since the job they’d pulled back home). What’s the worst they could find?

And here is my response:


The Hotel

Claire wiped the sweat off her face. Her eyes were still fixed on the dry group of trees in the distance.

I couldn’t stop myself from staring at her; the fitted gray shirt she always wore, a long ponytail and gray pants so tight that I didn’t need to imagine what she wore below. I tried to see her in a dress.

She straightened her back.

“They’ll try to free him again,” she said. “We should make a move.” Continue reading

Icarus and James

Icarus was a figure of Greek myth.

James was the son of a friend.

Icarus was born as the son of the skilled inventor Daedalus and Daedalus’ wife, a former slave.

James was born as the son of the skilled engineer Daniel and Daniel’s wife, a teacher.

Daedalus and his son had been locked in a tower on the island of Crete.

Daniel and his son had been locked in a gray apartment complex in an American industrial city.

Daedalus collected feathers and wax to build wings that would carry Icarus to freedom.

Daniel saved money for education that would allow his son to leave the city.

Icarus flew with the wings and escaped the tower.

James walked home from school.

Icarus had been warned: “Don’t fly too close to the sun, else your wings might melt.”

James had been warned: “Don’t take the shortcut through the back door, else the older kids might catch you.”

Icarus flew too high.

James took the back door.

The sun was hot, too hot for the wax in Icarus’ wings.

The grades were good, “too good” thought the older kids.

When the sun hit Icarus’ wings they started to melt.

When the fists hit James’ face it started to bleed.

His exhilaration made Icarus fly too high.

The older kids forced James on the roof.

When his wings started to melt, Icarus screamed for his father.

When his ribs started to break, James screamed for his father.

When he began to fall from the sky, Icarus prayed to the gods and cried.

When he was pushed to the edge of the roof, James pleaded with the older kids and cried.

Icarus’ body was swallowed by the sea.

James’ body smashed into cement.

Icarus lent his name to the island of Icaria.

James lent his name to a well-polished stone.


This is my story, originally I published it on Reddit.

How he died

Originally posted on Reddit.

He was a student, not even 16 years, when the disease bit for the first time. He missed an essay deadline because of it – but since he was well liked that was no big deal.

Life seemed to go on nearly the same – sport, eating, socializing – but his studies suffered from the disease. And more so, he himself suffered. The day was lethargic. The night was restless. He felt like the world was resting on his back and slowly crushing his shoulder blades under an ever-increasing load of new duties and deadlines.

Before long the disease showed its full effect. His mind kept weaving thoughts of duty and failure. His body slowly fell apart – bad sleep, painful legs, a tennis arm and the typical painfully hunched shoulders from which an expert can quickly recognize the ill. Every day it got worse, but he lived on. Every week it got worse, but smiles kept him alive. With every year it got worse, but life didn’t leave him alone. Continue reading