Creative Writing, Paula
Short Stories: The Bruise
This is a mysterious story. I was 28 and lived in a small town in western Germany where I studied at the time. One sunday morning during late spring I woke up with a giant bruise on my upper left leg. It was perfectly round and had the size of breakfast plate. Its main color was yellow-green and the round shape was outlined by a dark red contour. I could feel its exploding heat by simply holding my hand close to the skin. The pain was immense. I had no idea how this bruise had gotten there. I had no headache, my dress was intact and my body showed no other injuries. My friend who I had met at a bar the night before insured me that we had parted after a few drinks in good spirits around midnight. With each day the bruise grew darker and darker. I started to like it. Despite its pain. I curiously watched it grow and change colors and with each day I was captured more and more. After two weeks the bruise was glowing in a dark crimson red. I could only sleep on my right side but I didn't mind. Then it slowly started going through its color palette in revers order. After another two weeks my mysterious companion had faded again completely, taking its curious secret along.
Short Stories: The plastic cup
I was about 21 when I went to an urologist to be examined due to an ongoing series of bladder infections. I heard about a certain vaccination that was supposedly able to solve my annoying problem. It was a hot summer day and everyone in the doctor's office was dressed lightly. The nurse in her white lab coat at the front desk gave me a white plastic cup and asked me to return it to her with a urine sample pointing towards the bathroom. Passing the other waiting patients in the open waiting room area in font of the front desk, I followed her instruction. I was alone in the bathroom and filled up the plastic cup with tap water. I drank it all, waited a bit and peed in the cup as demanded. With a pretended feeling of easiness I passed by the other patients on my way back to the front desk trying not to spill anything and wondered if they really needed that much of a sample and why they don't provide covers. When I passed the cup over to the nurse I noticed that I had left a big deep red lipstick stain on the border of the cup from drinking the tap water. There I was: handing the nurse an edgeful cup with urine and a lipstick stain. I froze. The nurse grabbed the cup, wrote my name on it and turned around to carefully place it on the tablet next to the other cups waiting to get inspected by the doctor. With her back facing me I quickly left the medical practice and I never returned. But I like the idea that I left my friendly little mark behind.
Short Stories: The Encounter
It was the summer of 2015. A man has contacted me to ask if I would take his picture. He said that he liked the experience of posing nude. We arranged a meeting on a parking lot just outside the city for the following week. He came directly from work and told his wife that he was going to the gym which gave us a time-span of about two hours. It was a warm and sunny day and we drove along the fields to find a remote location outside. We decided on a spot by a small river and there I took pictures of him in the bushes and on my car. It made him happy.
Short Stories: Excursion
Short Stories: Bine
The phonecall
Uschi ruft an um mit mir cartoons zu gucken Stöhner ruft an und ich verstehe ihn nicht