Sven Heuchert

'I like grit, I like love and death, I'm tired of irony."

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Lügen, die wir uns erzählen

Ich höre ihre Freundinnen vor dem Haus. Sie haben die Sachen schon in den Kofferraum gepackt und trinken den Rest Sekt von gestern Abend. Gläser klirren. Ich verteile Aftershave auf meinen Wangen und schließe die Badezimmerfenster. Die Haustür steht offen. Ich spüre kühle Luft an meinen Füßen. Schwarze Pumps liegen auf der Kommode neben den […]

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Pretty Women from Hangelar

He caught me out in the yard. I had my backpack in one hand and was checking the mail when he pulled open the gate. I could hear him coming before I saw him. He stood there and said, “Hello.” He was wearing a black leather jacket I’d never seen on him before. He looked […]

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The bread we break

Whenever my alarm clock goes off in the morning, I stay in bed for a little while. Ten, fifteen minutes. I’ve heard somewhere that drunks tend to die in their sleep. That they fall asleep and never wake up again, just like that. So I lie there and listen. In class, I sit in the […]

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