She’s Here: Chelsea Glitter! And the Graveyard Gates are Open…

by Werner Schmidt | Jun 9, 2026 | Books

Experience Chelsea Glitter Today… Chelsea Glitter and the Graveyard on the Hill Today, my debut novel, Chelsea Glitter and the Graveyard on the Hill, steps into the world through Crystal Cove Press, an imprint of Crystal Lake Publishing. Fifteen years of...

[Books, Micro-story #13] A Story of Stories

by Werner Schmidt | Jul 10, 2023 | Books, Micro-story Videos

From my collection: Death by Design Have I told you how every life is the stuff of a best-seller novel series? How every single one of us is the co-writer and main character of our stories? How every life is a story cell within the big story body, you know, the story...

[Books, Micro-story #12] One day, when I’m dead

by Werner Schmidt | Jan 16, 2023 | Books, Micro-story Videos

  From my collection: Death by Design Today or tomorrow or in fifty seven years, one hundred and thirteen days, seven hours and three minutes. Yes, something with some sevens, Please? I want to+ be buried in a triangular coffin in the Namib desert+ merge like coffee...

[Books, Micro-Story #11] If This Life

by Werner Schmidt | Dec 5, 2021 | Books, Micro-story Videos

From my collection: Death by Design … is an adventure, a journey, dance, song, like some say, then, hopefully, this pulling inside my chest means I’m not filled with fear only. Are we flesh-coloured clothing on a golden washing line? Is the writing on a...

[Books, Micro-story #10] Treasure

by Werner Schmidt | Aug 31, 2021 | Books, Micro-story Videos

From my collection: 29 Chinchillas I look at you again, girl, tonight. You lie topless in front of the fire, in paisley pants, enjoying shadow dancers on the ceiling.HuckleFairy Finn.That little man, your brother, already snoring like a professional croup-ear. We...

[Books, Micro-story #9] To All The Girls

by Werner Schmidt | Aug 17, 2021 | Books, Micro-story Videos

  From my collection: Death by Design He enters a black forest. Perhaps because he tried to read Freud. Narrow path. Some sort of enchantment. Is he flying or falling? A girl’s off-white spring dress crosses the twilight path before him. Pigtails bounce as she...