!!! >>>ATTENTION<<< !!!

There’s something missing, something important, someone important!
Alice’s face won’t change, but the pages inside could use some fresh wind.

Why nICHt? is currently offering an unpaid internship for illustrators.

Your occupation will be to read the texts and illustrate them. Therefore, the inside of the next edition will be a gallery for your drawings!

If you think you have the skills, time and style fitting Alice, please send a few samples of your works to

We are looking forward to your submissions, and we will reply very quickly!

Hervorgehobener Beitrag

Tick tock, Alice, tick tock…!

You time is running out, Alice…
Don’t ignore the clock, Alice…
I know it makes you nervous, Alice…
But the clock keeps going, Alice…
It doesn’t stop for you, Alice…
And you’re already late, Alice…

Alice…? Alice? Alice?!

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This still doesn’t seem right.
The rebellious billows are still breaking at the shores.
The best solution is something exclusive, something extraordinary. Let us try something different.

whynICHt Resetting Time will be a limited edition.
Only 77 pieces of our seventh edition will be printed and sold. No reprints, no additions. Maybe that will close the rift.

However, we have never tried that before. Thus, Alice will need more support.

 Hereby, we announce our exclusive cooperation with the prestigious Literaturhaus Wien. Furthermore, Thomas Ballhausen – writer, lecturer and archivist at the Dokumentationsstelle für neuere österreichische Literatur/Literaturhaus Wien – will serve Alice as a Guest Editor and provide us with a number of findings from the archives of Literaturhaus Wien as well as contributions written by contemporary Austrian writers.

Once more, we thank you cordially for the cooperation, the support and the permission to do research.

That should fix it. You can fix it. Nonetheless, you decide how we’re Resetting Time.
Don’t forget to submit your writing – otherwise off with your head!


Oops. Something went wrong.

We can’t seem to find the Call For Papers you’re looking for.

What happened here?

It appears the rebellious times call for rebellious measures.
Perhaps the insurrectionary character of Rebel Times has caused a rift.


We need to fix this soon.

Why nICHt? Resetting Time – March 2018.
Send your prose, poetry, short drama and fragments to
Deadline: February, 17th, 2018
Submit your writings, otherwise off with your head!


“The Rebel Time is upon us!”

Alice declared in an irate voice. A moment of silence caused time to appear stagnant, and the first one to break the silence was a small plate-animal. Its fork-paws scraped across the floor, and its torso-plate was cracked. Alice’s reflection in the circle was split in half.
Confronted with this image of agony, Alice felt her eyes water. Fearing to fill another room to the ceiling with her tears, she turned and fled the room.

She sought comfort in a room she had never entered before, that was – foremost – empty. The door was a drawbridge, the air was humid and cold, the scent of moss and moist stones lingered in the air. The only source of light originated from the hallway she had taken, and no window allowed more light inside. Distraught, she let herself fall onto the ground, buried her face in her hands and sobbed to herself until something brushed past her leg. Lifting her gaze, she beheld another small dinnerware animal. It tilted its cup-head and lowered it while elevating its behind as though it attempted to challenge Alice to a game. “How curious,” she said to herself and stretched her hand towards the being. Gleefully, it evaded her hand. At this point, Alice couldn’t keep herself from giggling over the droll scenery. More scraping animals could be heard coming down the hallway. Soon, the room was filled with Alice’s subjects that gaily chased each other, performed something of a dance and made pyramids for her entertainment. Above their heads a fan began to rotate, spreading a bit of warm water. In the meantime, Alice’s laughter grew and grew with the echo, she clapped her hands and observed the event. The sound of scratching metal on china soon turned into a pleasant rondo, and eventually, Alice rose to join them. She danced with them in circles right beneath the fan, she chased after them and let them jump through her arm-rings. The scent in the air changed into something generic, a cleaning agent perhaps, regular soap or an industrial cleaner. When the party became increasingly wild, Alice wished to leave her subjects to themselves as to not disturb them. Before she left the room, she did a round of formal curtsies through the elliptical room.

Call for Papers: Rebel Time

Alice RT

The sweet taste of honey distracted Alice for a minute. She let it pass with her eyes closed. When she opened them again, she took notice of the tea party that had, seemingly, emerged out of thin air. To her left, the Red Queen raised her glass to her. Simultaneously, the dishes mimicked animals with forks for legs, napkins for wings, plates as torsos, cups for heads – or a similar variation of it.

Mockingly, the Red Queen bawled, “To your health, Queen Alice! Let this be your kingdom!” And amidst laughter from the other uncanny beings, she emptied her glass. Lost in the puzzling scene, Alice lacked any emotional response. Tardily, the confusion transformed into a furore. Her hands found their way to the golden tablecloth and tore it off, sending all the dishes flying to the floor. As the plates broke and the cutlery chimed, Alice announced,

„Rebels at Heart
Remain vociferous with Clubs
Are buried in diamonds
Or beaten with Spades!

The Rebel Time is upon us!”


Why nICHt? Rebel Time – Winter 2017/2018.
Send your prose, poetry, short drama and fragments to
Deadline: October 27th ’17
Submit your writings, otherwise off with your head!

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