Ergebnis für "1.000" in Literatur des Absurden

A cat hits a spaceship viewport. In hard vacuum. Completely calm. Mouthing: "You missed the turnoff." It gets worse from there. Cargo hauler Jarik Venn just wanted to deliver freeze-dried rations and avoid toll stations. Instead, he rescued a reality-warping cat from the vacuum of space, became wanted in nine sectors, and accidentally destroyed a government starship with a weaponized hairball. The cat's name is Brentley. He's a pathological liar, an escaped familiar, and possibly the most wanted being in three sectors. He's also Jarik's new passenger. Whether Jarik likes it or not.

Was wäre, wenn du plötzlich eine Banknote im Wert von einer Million Pfund in der Tasche hättest – und sie nicht ausgeben dürftest? Doch statt Reichtum folgt eine schräge Achterbahnfahrt durch Gesellschaft, Gier und den Irrsinn des Anscheins. In bester Twain-Manier entfaltet sich eine humorvolle, clevere und zeitlose Satire, die zeigt, dass Geld nicht immer das ist, was es scheint.

Qui, nascosta tra condomìni anonimi e vicoli bui, c'è una clinica speciale. Il trattamento che offre, infatti, è unico nel suo genere: a ciascuno, secondo il caso, si prescrive un gatto. Ad affidarsi con un po' di sorpresa e di iniziale scetticismo alle cure feline saranno un impiegato stufo delle sopraffazioni, un uomo che si sente sempre fuori posto, una ragazzina immalinconita dal rapporto conflittuale con la madre, una stilista di borse alla ricerca di un nuovo equilibrio emotivo e un'apprendista geisha oppressa dal senso di colpa.

Paul is a simple handyman looking for work. He thinks it should be easy to get a job. But it's not. This is The Wasteland. The Wasteland sucks. Introducing himself as a handyman is the biggest mistake he’s ever made. Why? Because someone’s on a murdering rampage. Everyone calls this infamous killer "The Handyman."

Leading sacred cows to the slaughter, peeling the pun for its extra daughter, crafting sinister grams and sly fun, Bob Macaulay reveals his skill in distilling Scottish humours, in whimsical surgical tellings for listeners’ drop-in pleasure. Prankster, funster, language doctor, he re-stages Scotland in satire. A surgeon of his native tongue, as spoken by the living and the never were, he offers a forensic dozen herein, counting the missing organs, of course.