Dark Ballads

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Wednesday, June 18, 2008

Close your eyes and see (The Angel of Mons)

Someone was joking, someone was laughing and someone was shooting a bullet in your face. And your jaw was flying round and round and your teeth were lying in the mud on the ground and you were dying and waiting to be found by this Sinister Mister Death. And then there was this angel, she tilted up... Sign in to see full entry.

Tuesday, June 17, 2008

When we marched to the HellFire Corner...

Imagine... Five brave Belgian soldiers find a girl, barely three, between the rubble and the ruines of a house somewhere behind the Yser. The soldiers giv e the foundling an appropriate name: Jeannette Elisabeth Shrapnell. And well, okay, your name is Scherpeneel, Isabel Scherpeneel, but you also... Sign in to see full entry.

Monday, June 16, 2008

Post Mortem

As the evening sometimes softly can get lost in the night, that’s the way you were on my side, minutes ago. The next moment you did not move when this butterfly landed on your nose. And now, the day smiles as a ghost with grim quivering fingers above smoking ruins, realizing there is no life left in... Sign in to see full entry.

Sunday, June 15, 2008

A Little Girl's Lament

Look at mom, she is as quiet as I have been when the soldiers came. Look at mom, her skin is cold as if she was Snow White and sleeping while the butterfly landed on her nose and I was weeping. Look at mom, she is that still. Do you think her wound will heal? Sign in to see full entry.

Saturday, June 14, 2008

Voices

SHELL SHOCKED ISABEL SHRAPNEL: The girl had a crushed foot and a crushed leg, but my foot and my leg never got crushed. I could not remember being there where the shrapnel was, I didn’t remember a thing about the Great War. My first memory was dated november eleven, nineteen eighteen. Armistice. A... Sign in to see full entry.

Friday, June 13, 2008

Medical Report

The mother gets a double amputation and the soldiers also lose limbs and three small girls have five legs crushed. Five. We are going to fight until midnight, saving the lives of the men and the mother, but two black bodies are still side by side in the same bed. Two. The dead sisters have to be... Sign in to see full entry.

Thursday, June 12, 2008

Your Favorite Ghostwriter Speaking:

Doctor Scherpeneel recovers from his injuries and goes looking for his daughter Isabelle. Now, in the Hotel Ocean in De Panne lives one of the orphans the Great War has made. S ome Belgian soldiers who adopted the girl have given her the name ‘Jeannette Elisabeth Shrapnel’. But the girl calls... Sign in to see full entry.

Wednesday, June 11, 2008

Get a Hammer!

No Imperial Army will tolerate the complaint of a dead woman: On the field of honour repentance grows as an ulcer. So, destroy the evidence of our nightly entertainment. Get a hammer, shatter your fear of retaliation and chop your shame from her face. Sign in to see full entry.

Tuesday, June 10, 2008

Whispers in the Dark

Let me tell you where and when you became ma belle Sharpenelle, the child I see with my mind’s eye. Listen to me. Your father is not your father, he only found you at the Hotel Ocean in De Panne that was used as a hospital of the Red Cross. It must have been May 1917. You were one of the many... Sign in to see full entry.

Monday, June 9, 2008

What happened?

I do not remember anything. I only see a whole black hole. I only hear the hovering voice of my Unknown Soldier. Sometimes, Pickelhaubes are yelling: ‘Man Hat Geschossen!’ What happened? Did they throw a bomb in my womb? Did they blow gas in my ass? Sign in to see full entry.

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