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- Herausgeber: Scary Mary Books
- Kategorie: Abenteuer, Thriller, Horror
- Sprache: Englisch
Patrik is no longer a shy or lonely kid, those days are behind him. He believes everything is going to be okay. One night, Patrik has a vision, he must go on a journey. An old postcard of Cologne Cathedral is a totem from a past he does not remember. Patrik wanders the city of Cologne in search of answers. What he does not know is, something is looking for him. The past is coming back and the flames will burn again.
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Feather EyeCharles S. Kuzmanovic and Mark Giacomin
Feather Eye by Charles S. Kuzmanovic and Mark Giacomin Published by Scary Mary Books
c/o Charles S. Kuzmanovic Steiner Ring 18
D-82538Geretsried www.Scary-Mary.netFirstEdition
© 2019 Charles S. Kuzmanovic and Mark Giacomin
All rights reserved, including the right to reproduce this book or portions thereof in any form whatsoever. For information, address the publisher at:
Cover and illustrations by Charles S. Kuzmanovic.
About the authors
MultimediaartistandgraphicdesignerCharlesS.Kuzmanovicbeganworking in the field of electronic music and design in 1998. He began writing short stories and poetry while studying literature in Augsburg. After that he studied visual communication at the University of Applied Sciences in Duesseldorf and graduated in 2006. He founded his own designstudio
Radar Five Media. Since 2005, he has been recording music under the name of Fake Plastic Heads - working with musicians worldwide (such as Japanese cyber author Kenji Siratori, US spoken word artist Guy Williams, Jr., Canadian electronica act OFF DECK, German musician Nikea Bustla and French musicians L.H.B. andzNo).
Mark Giacomin graduated from Manchester University in 1997.
He enjoys writing stories that are surreal, dark and explore duality both in acharacter'spsycheandperceptionofreality.Influencesrangefrommusic, literature, art and cinema. He has recently edited his Noir trilogy with the aim of finding apublisher.
His ongoing projects include several film screenplays and a novel.
Feather Eye
(written by Charles S. Kuzmanovic and Mark Giacomin)
-Based on incidents that occurred in the year 1997-
www.scary-mary.net
in cooperation withR5M.ORG
Finding the right lines. An odd expression. Many would say paths instead, not lines.
It'saconditionofthebrain,howitreactstowords.Somebrains interpret or create words differently. What happened? That is what they ask.Nooneissure,theynevercanbeandthatmakespeopleuneasy.How did the fire start? Why did no alarms go off? How did the patient smash through a concrete wall? Where was the patientnow?
Who I am is not important. Who he was, who he became, this is his story, I am a witness to his legacy.
Thelines,always,opposing,parallel,converging,creatingavorticalmatrix where reality and irreality co-existed within the mind of a single human being. The brain is a magnificent machine, millennia of evolution imprintedintoamnemonicmemory.Whenevolution needstobeaccelerated,we have science. Synthetic chemicals to manipulate nature - nothing and no one issafe.
... t
Itallstartedwithayoungboy.When hespoke,wordscameoutinnoconventionalorder.Hesawthelinesinhismind, andhefollowedthem.
Heperceivedthathiswordsfrustratedpeopleandprovokedawkwardsilences. Naturally, they tried to categorise him - dyslexia, OCD,autism.
There was no category for him.
Theboyunderstoodhewasdifferentandbecamecautious.Hefooledabout, playingthejoker,betterthewordsstayedinhishead.Melancholywasrooted in his soul. He watched other children play on the swings, chasing each other, giggling, whispering secrets, they seemed so free while he was trap ped inside a glass cube. The lines created layers, a barrier, surrounding and immolating him. He was alone. The glass cube was real, he was a prisoner, condemned by some unknown mercilesspower.
Years passed and the glass cube was his only friend. He saw a refracted reality which he was not allowed to be a part of. He kept a careful eye on thelines,waitingforabreakinthecode.Oneday,heawoketodiscoverthe lineshadreleasedhim.Hestepped overbrokenglass,enteringhisbrave
newworld.Ittookeffortbuthewasabletomanageshortconversations.His manner of speech was halting, as if he was trying to drag his words up from an ancient well. He made friends, they were patient, they did not mock, they thought he wasshy.
Theboybecameaman.Themelancholyofhisyouthwaslockedupina smallbox.Hebelieved everything wasgoingtobeokay...
Patrik was bored and wandered down to the basement.Poking around the random junk and boxes, he spotted something covered withtarpaulin.
Whatevertheobjectwas,itwasastrangeshape.Heshiftedtheboxestopull the tarpaulin back and was enveloped in a cloud of dust. When he stopped spluttering,hewaslookingatanoldmotorbikeengine.Someonehaddug
