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The Pummerin Bell
The Pummerin Bell
The Pummerin Bell
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»Shit shit shit fuck goddammit what the fuck?! Why's this fucking shit always fucking happening to me?«
It's hardboiled, it's short, it's crime and it's a poker game gone wrong in Vienna. If you like Raymond Chandler and Dashiell Hammett, you're probably gonna have fun with The Pummerin Bell.

LanguageEnglish
Release dateMar 5, 2014
ISBN9781311527110
The Pummerin Bell
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Thomas A. Welte

T. A. Welte ist Autor und Regisseur. Sein Debüt hatte er mit dem Theaterstück Chaos Panik Hysterie, das er mit siebzehn Jahren verfasste. Seit über zehn Jahren arbeitet er im Bereich Drehbucherstellung für Film und Fernsehen, was man an seinem scharfen und prägnanten Schreibstil erkennen kann.

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    The Pummerin Bell - Thomas A. Welte

    The Pummerin Bell

    Thomas A. Welte

    © Thomas A. Welte 2014

    Published by PEGAPHANT Entertainment at Smashwords

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    The Pummerin is a famous bell, hanging in the St. Stephen’s Cathedral in Vienna. With more than 20 tons, it's one of the biggest bells in Austria, the third largest in Europe, the fifth largest in the world and the second largest free-swinging bell in a church tower. This monster was cast from the abandoned guns of the Turkish siege of Vienna in 1683 and is only rung on special occasions. Today was one of those occasions. In my head, it thundered like St. Stephen’s Cathedral on New Year’s Eve. The Pummerin was so gigantic that it would only fit through the largest of the city gates. They even had to reinforce the underground vaults, fearing that it could collapse under the weight of the Pummerin. And it was precisely this bell that spent the morning in my head like some madman with a sledgehammer.

    I crawled out of bed and somehow found my way into the bathroom. I rummaged around in the medicine box for something that would kill the bastard and found a package whose colour matched the patriotic red and white of the Austrian flag. I ignored the warning on the package insert about kidney damage and popped out three pills into my hand. I choked down the stuff using a pint of water and then stumbled back into the bedroom.

    I was about to collapse back into bed when I realized that I was not alone. She lay on her back, her legs bent upright and a hand covered her eyes from a light that didn't exist. The curtains were drawn and it was almost completely dark in the room. I had no idea who she was and I couldn't remember a thing about what happened last night. The Pummerin still rang like hell.

    Shit like this only happened in the movies. Not that I minded. Only the memories were missing and that made it twice as much fun. So I tried to reconstruct the evening. It would have been easier if that damn bell wasn't constantly ringing in my head. Now what did I remember? It was my birthday. I was alone in a bar. I ordered beer. I drank beer. That's it.

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