Call for Papers: Rebel Time

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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!


Errare Humanum Est


But soft! What light through yonder lecture hall window breaks?
It is Wittgenstein, and his girl is the sun!
Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious errors,
who are already sick and pale with grief
That thou art far and more fair than them
But not their maid, since they are envious.
Their vestal livery is but sick and green
And none but fools do make them. Cast it off.
It is my girl; O it is my Wittgenstein Girl!
O that she knew she were!
She speaks, yet she says nothing. What of that
Her mouth discourses; I will answer it.
I will find her, I am too bold
‘tis not to me she speaks.


Alice stepped in and halted dazzled by the luminescence flowing from the walls of the colossal hall. Its panels were amber and golden. By her side, her own reflection accompanied her as she entered.

In the middle of the room, the familiar tea-party awaited her – yet no one was present. All cups, all napkins and tea kettles emitted a warm golden glow. Surprised by the scenery, Alice took a seat wondering whether the kettles poured melted gold or amber as well. In the silence of the room, Alice reached for the honey dipper. “One lick can’t hurt,” she thought to herself.

As soon as the honey dripped onto her tongue, Alice felt herself dissolve in the taste. She entered the realm of the Golden Time, and a mellifluous voice whispered,

And a Word Problem
spelled out I-D-C-U-H
gave leeway to The Time Once Upon
whatever The Kingdom of her Heart desired
I gilded for her.


We proudly proclaim: The Golden Time has arrived!




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