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- Herausgeber: epubli
- Kategorie: Gesellschafts- und Liebesromane
- Sprache: Englisch
Two short stories taken from a series of german short stories (Mystery and Horror) by the author and translated by Julia Haass. Homebody: What do you do, when you wake up in the morning and find a dead body on your kitchen floor which nobody else can see? Way out: A man is trapped in a forest and cannot find the way out. The only one who can get in and out has a secret …
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Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2021
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Daniela Mattes
Homebody / Way Out
2 Short Stories
Daniela Mattes
Homebody / Way Out
2 Short Stories
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Text: © Daniela Mattes
Translation: Julia Haass
Cover: © Foto Fee Flora, www.fotofeeflora.de
Author:Daniela Mattes
Schwarzwaldstr. 13
78549 Spaichingen
www.daniela-mattes.de
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These two short stories have been taken from a series of mysterious short stories by the author
Homebody
Marc slowly tried to get up from the couch. His head felt as if a house had collapsed on top of him and was still lying there. Flashes of light exploded before his eyes when he tried to open them, and he was dizzy. Moving slowly, like an old man, he tried to sit up and stay upright.
He had a bad taste in his mouth and his tongue felt swollen. He felt gross. As his eyes got used to the light in the living room, he looked around weakly, squinting into the bright sunlight coming in through the balcony door. Why the hell had he slept on the couch? And what had happened to the apartment?
He couldn’t remember a thing about the previous night. The room was strewn with empty pizza boxes, potato chip crumbs, empty bottles, used glasses, magazines, DVDs without cases, and cases without DVDs. When he tried to think back to the previous night, his head just started hurting even more. His brain refused to work in his current state.
He’d need some aspirin to dull his hangover at least a little bit. Carefully, as if he was an unstable explosive, he finally got up and shuffled in slow-motion into the hallway and to the bathroom. Looking into the mirror, he couldn’t help but laugh.
“Man, I look like shit,“ he slurred, running ice cold water over his face.
He rummaged through the medicine cabinet looking for aspirin, pushing aside the illegal substances. Working in a chem lab, he could get his hands on a lot things if he wanted to.
He closed the cabinet, popped an aspirin into his mouth, and washed it down with a few gulps of water. Then he looked back at his reflection. A small sliver of a memory came back. He had made some interesting drinks last night, infused liberally with his illegal drugs, and had partied hard with his buddies.
Apparently, he had been too liberal this time because most of the night was still blacked-out in his memory. At least the others seemed to have been sober enough to make their way home. He had hardly finished the thought when he heard someone groaning from the other side of the hallway. He grinned. So someone hadn’t found their way home after all, probably hadn’t even tried. Sighing and trying to ignore his headache, he followed the sounds and found his friend Tony lying curled up in front of the toilet in the second bathroom.
“Had one too many?“ he asked, grinning.
