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Ramon Martensen

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Sep, 2020

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Cats And Flats

Ramon Martensen

Submitted to Contest #187

So, where I live now, I´m not allowed to have a cat, yet I still had the chance to bond with not just one, but two of them. As my girlfriend at the time said, I was their cat uncle. A title I still find comfort in whenever I miss having a cat of my own. And even though the connection with these two cats was brief, they will have a special place in my memory along with all the others I´ve grown up with, cared for, or seen growing up. I want to tell you their story. Maybe because of the events that followed after the last time I had seen them,...

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Journey By Floodlight

Ramon Martensen

Submitted to Contest #168

‘Now... will this be enough?’ Zsofi asked as she spread a package of noodles, two tomatoes, and a Tupperware filled with Goulash on his desk. ‘That’s fine, thank you very much.’ She had only brought one bottle of Palinka this time. ‘Your health is getting worse and I don’t want to be responsible for having you drink yourself to death.’ He couldn’t argue, even though he hadn’t told her about the cancer. She was the only one visiting him after all. Every two days she showed up with a bag full of groceries and some words about the o...

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Jean-Pierre, The Prophet of The Pigeons

Ramon Martensen

Let me tell you the story of a great pigeon. The one who is known as the prophet and savior of all beaked city dwellers. This is the story of Jean-Pierre. Now, first things first, why would a pigeon have a French name you might wonder. Well, what very few people know is that all pigeons have French names. See, one time there was a boy who instantly saw the beauty of these hopping street beggars. For that reason, he used them as models for all of his paintings. Paintings nobody would buy because well… Amongst the sophisticated class that tend...

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A City Full of Stolen Lights

Ramon Martensen

Submitted to Contest #92

We stare over the Danube, looking at all the flickering lights that stick to the castle and parliament, like speckles of stardust that got stuck on their structures. ¨All those lights were once fireflies,¨ she says. ¨But the people wanted to own all the light in the world so they tied them up. As a punishment these fireflies started to reveal in the dark of night all the worst parts that humans are trying to hide.¨ She’s wearing the watch she took off the man I stabbed in the underground pass of Blaha Lujza Ter. He was spitting u...

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The Woman At The Mountain Top

Ramon Martensen

Submitted to Contest #90

Deeply hidden in the mountains, away from the rest of the world there once was a place unlike any other. On the surface, it looked like any old landscape. A mountain made green by the foliage of trees, a river running through a paradise-like valley, and a village at the foot of it it all. This was the kind of place that you might see on the hastily scribbled postcards that your backpacking friends send you to remind you that the world is bigger than you could ever imagine. A place like so many if it weren’t for one unique inhabitant ...

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The Heart of A Tiny Kitten

Ramon Martensen

Submitted to Contest #88

Once upon there was a huge, huge cat with huge huge claws. Can you picture him? Scary looking isn’t he? At least that’s what the people around him thought of him. His purring sounded to them like an earthquake and his miaows like a roar that could make their organs shake in their bodies. No wonder people stayed as far away from this huge monster-like-looking creature as possible. Some big cats would be happy to be left alone, but not him. This big, big cat was still a tiny little kitten inside with tiny little kitten needs. He wanted nothi...

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The Tree of Misery

Ramon Martensen

Submitted to Contest #88

Once upon a time, there was a kingdom with a king who didn’t seem to care all that much. Some of the very old people remembered a time when he was there for them when he was trying to make things better for everyone, but those times were long gone. Nowadays he just spent his time all the way up in his tower, far away from the people he was supposed to serve. And every evening, when the sun went down, the people saw him sitting there, all alone. They knew that the lonelier the king became, the more worries they would have. A lonely king is ...

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In The Garden of Longing

Ramon Martensen

Submitted to Contest #72

Once upon a time, there was a boy named Longing. He lived in a beautiful garden full of flowers, dewy grass, and his friends the cats, goats, and cows. He had everything he needed, but still, there was a longing in his heart. The one thing he longed for most was love. Every day he wandered through his little town, looking for a woman to make his dreams come true. And yes, sometimes he would meet somebody who could make his heart sing, but after a while, the songs always started to feel stale to him. That was when her words faded to t...

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Generations

Ramon Martensen

Submitted to Contest #69

A warm air hits me in the face as the electronic glass doors open and the melody of an old children’s song that I’m too young to know announces my arrival. Folded wheelchairs lean against the wall of the lobby and there’s a rack with informational booklets for family members of Alzheimer’s patients. I’ve read them all. “Good morning sir, can I help you?’’ the receptionist asks. She is new and has the stern smile of someone whose job it is to be condescendingly friendly without taking any shit from derailed elderly people. “I’m here f...

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The Trickster's Treat

Ramon Martensen

Submitted to Contest #65

‘Aren’t you cold?’ I ask the little girl who’s walking next to me. Her diadem wobbles with every step she takes. She insisted on being a princess even though her mother had told her that it might be a bit old-fashioned. She didn’t care. It was her fantasy from the first trick-or-treating she had to miss, and she was not about to let go of it. ‘No, I’m not cold at all,’ she answers. Her cheeks seem to glow with excitement as she looks at all the children haunting the streets. Floating orange and red flickering lights seem to send laughter i...

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The Tree That Takes Mommies

Ramon Martensen

Submitted to Contest #61

‘Is that the one that took mommy?’ Eszti nodded as she looked up. The sky carried the orange glow of dawn. ‘Yes, that’s what dad said.’ ‘It doesn’t look that dangerous at all,’ Dani whispered as he peeked at the tree that stood between patches of yellow grass, its roots surrounded by beer cans, cigarette buts, and empty crisp bags. ‘Then why don’t you go there alone? I can wait here.’ Eszti lifted her eyebrow as she looked at her little brother. Something she had seen her mother do long ago when she called them ...

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Author bio

Hello everyone,

I'm a Dutchie who has spent the last few years living in different places throughout Europe. Currently, I'm residing in Budapest.

Besides writing poetry, prose, and fairy tales, I also perform on stage as a storyteller, creating improvised, often magical stories through the symbols and objects audience members bring.

I always deeply appreciate comments and likes people leave on my stories. It's nothing personal when I don't return the favor. It usually means that there's nothing particularly useful I can say to improve the story, or that others have already properly taken a story under their wings. When it comes to commenting, I prefer to look for stories that have very few comments or likes, because I think this lack of attention for a story is not always indicative of its quality.