The Dryness of Being

(Text by Pierre Feltz) Peter is nervous and something deep seated is bothering him tonight. Peter is laying in his bed and, as it is most nights, he scratches his dry scalp and combs through his unkempt, brown hair with his bloody, dry-skin hands. Despite the redness, and irritated nature of his skin, and, the … Read more


(Text by Ognyan ‘Flame’ Darinov) Foreword: Why do we want to know the future? A senseless question, in a way. We might as well ask, why do we want to know anything at all? Yet the future is uniquely elusive, it’s a story we have to base on reality and yet it’s still fiction. It … Read more

Mère Lusine

(Text by Giulia Barbarossa) I. High atop the cliffed grey mountain stone and down below in the Alzette river sat a young maiden, her story well-known, her hair deep golden, and her eyes bright silver. Naked, she played in the gloomy green stream as water-moss and seaweed mottled her hair and the cold slice of … Read more


(Text by Maxime Heim) Stereo, home Stereo. We talked a lot over the years. You taught me how to rhyme. I listened through your classes. Sometimes, I did not like what you had to say. Sometimes, I tried changing your voice. Sometimes, I hated you so much I shut you up, completely. Yet, you stayed … Read more

Tragical Realism

(Text by Nicolas Calmes) Editor’s Note: While the following slam poetry poem is not necessarily speculative fiction, Nicolas has asked the Aner Welten team if he could publish this text on our platform. Considering that Salman Rushdie is a pillar of magic realism and thus also speculative fiction, and the recent attack has shocked many … Read more

Aus dem Schiffsbuch der Salteema

(Text by Luc François) Salteema Schiffsbuch-Eintrag 2486 Ich habe die Stille zwischen den Sternen nie recht ertragen. Mein Leben lang habe ich sie als trügerisch empfunden, ihr Versprechen von zeitloser Abgeschiedenheit hat sie wieder und wieder gebrochen. Immer nur kurz lädt sie zum Verweilen ein, bevor der nächste Halt ruft: Ein weiterer Handel, ein neuer … Read more

A (W)hole

(Text by Fernando Martins da Mota) There are rumours about where my thoughts stray to Murmurs and rumblings about the frame That from stained light scarcely departs When the rain’s incessant drops lull my mind When last the petals strewn their colour lost And darkened When last the hands your face gently held And the … Read more


(Text by Cosimo Suglia) I. Du gesäis, vu wäitem, hannert den Hecken vu wou s de dech verstopps, wech vum Uwänner, wou wäisse Kräsi dorops waart deng Suelen ze bäissen, ze schneiden, wéi wann et en Teppech vu Skalpellspëtzten wier, Molchen, déi aus dem Floss erausgesprongen sinn. A se sinn erëm dragesprongen, wann d’Haut ze … Read more


(Text by Maxime Weber) ‘[crumbs] Diggin’ It #17: Fleshgate’ | 2,583,302 views | Uploaded five days ago | Private [00:00:00] Evening, Chat. Wait a second. Forgot my drink in the kitchen. Be right back. Welcome to the stream. Tonight, we got round 17 of ‘Diggin’ It’ coming up. ‘how are you doing crumbs?’ I’m doing … Read more