Troim-Kryzl

Tag: Short story

  • Priorities

    Priorities

    A slice of salami. Just one slice of this salty, fatty miracle. Recalling how salami melts on a human tongue sends Paul shivering with want. If there was any chance to taste salami again, just once, he would be prepared to climb the highest tower, and jump. One slice of salami is worth any effort…

  • Ronnie Roofer

    Ronnie Roofer

    “Come on, Seedie, good boy, we can do this, one more effort. Less than two hundred square meters to go, you can’t fail me now! We can do it. This will be one more wonderful roof garden, all green, and capturing lots of carbon to deliver oxygen, like the Amazon reloaded in Nigeria. We can…

  • No Veg Rack

    No Veg Rack

    Having turned the corner, Pride stops short, taken aback by the size of the building she now discovers to her right. She goes: „Wow. What a veg rack. Never seen one that big.“ And it is big. Huge, even. Totally unlike the row of low houses in the first street of ArcheoTown. This was a…

  • Recalling Cow Void

    Recalling Cow Void

    “Grandpa, what are those for? Can I have one, for pling practice? It’s just the right size. I’ll hang it up by its straps, this way round, like a little basket, over my bed. I won’t damage it, grandpa, I promise. Can I have one, or two, just in case, please?”  Blief is doing her…

  • Bolda Bookbinder

    Bolda Bookbinder

    „Blinking is not going to work, Arthur. With antique visio readers, the bat of an eyelid won’t get what was considered a display when this was called tech to move on to the next section. No embedded RMT connection. That kind of sophistication wasn’t even invented in the glory days of this device. You have…

  • As Advertised

    As Advertised

    Flicking awake in a panic, Paul opens his eyes only to squeeze them back shut at once. Insufferable brightness. He must be falling into that bloody sun. Horror. Despair. Terminal. Final. Overwhelming. Five thumping heartbeats later, there’s still not much happening. Paul’s body also feels much better than an ongoing sun dive would suggest. He…

  • Black Friday

    Gorsus taps his left temple to switch off his interface. It’s been a good forty-five minutes, half a day’s worth of linked work, he’s overdue a break. “Never more than thirty consecutive minutes” says the sky above his reclined operator armchair, in a psychedelic 3D whirl of colors. As if someone had thrown bags of…

  • Side Effects

    And one more sanitary pad at the bottom of the trouble. For lack of an obvious perpetrator, Ade silently throws a big fat curse at the white tiles of the bathroom wall. If only all ladies would learn how to safely dispose of their hygiene products, his professional life would be oh so much more…

  • Lucky Number

    “It’s just to get people thinking. To make them grasp the stakes, the urgency. We got it. I do, and you’re nearly there, too. The others, those who don’t care, they need a kick, to get their brains going. No one will do this for real, that would be cruel. It’s a thought experiment. People…

  • Match over?

    “You’re anyway supposed to have started at age six. To make it into the top, imperative to start early. Real early. Which you didn’t, Lano. To the best of my knowledge, and loads of knowledge there is, with all the jerseys I get to wash these days, over and over and over again, you started…