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How the Baba Yaga lost the ability to fly

Posted in Paul Himter on Januar 24, 2012 by Jonas

From: „Tales of the Woodfolk, Draft“ by David Kessel

Translated from hartian by Jonas Oberhauser

In a distant future,

at a place closer than you think…

Once upon a time, there was a girl in one of the northern tribes who had crimson hair. She was both bright and beautiful, and due to her hair she was given the name Rubina. Even when Rubina was very young, she strode through the forest all on her own, as there was nothing to fear and nothing feared her. She went exploring all there was, and called every leaf and every stone and every little bug by their given names.

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On the brink of finality

Posted in Paul Himter on Januar 17, 2012 by Jonas

From: „Paul Himter, Draft“ by Paul Himter

Translated from hartian by Jonas Oberhauser

In a distant future,

at a place closer than you think…

Contemplating self-abandonment, suffering from the eternal heat of the sun, and not really caring much where his staggering feet would carry him, Himter stumbled through the desert. Finally uncounted, time used the rare opportunity to rush past him, leaving only blisters on his feet and trails of desperation in the endless sand. The consumptive sun crunched it’s path through the sky, but Himter didn’t notice. Himter didn’t notice much at all, but there was this one rock formation he found particularly interesting. Well, interesting might not be the right word; closely familar felt more appropriate. It might have been because he had already passed those rocks more than six times, maybe eight or nine – he had lost count after the second time.
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