Intorqueo: A Collection of Short Stories

By Steffen Harris Lettau

About the Book
From science-fiction to mythology, to even dreams, Intorqueo is a collection of short stories from the mind of Steffen Harris Lettau, highlighting his thoughts on many different subjects. This anthology is the opening of the author’s mind, inviting everyone to expand upon different perspectives of established concepts, as well as putting dreams to paper and giving them a larger concept and plot with unique characters.
About the Author
Steffen Harris Lettau was born in Kennewick, Washington, where he currently resides. He works as a material handler at Goodwill Industries, providing customer service and handling donations from the production area to the sales floor. Aside from that, he writes out short stories as well as a potential series, ranging from science fiction to fantasy. Lettau also listens to a wide range of music from different genres and eras, plays games, frequents the gym, delves into different aspects and areas of history. He loves animation and practices voice work as well as singing. He enjoys classic novels and films.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Dorrance Publishing Company
• Release date: Jan 25, 2024
• ISBN: 9798889258087

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Double Walker

by Steffen Harris Lettau

I had only one regret, and this might be the only chance I will have to tell it.

I was going to visit my grandparents in Germany, mainly at the behest of my parents. Mind you, I love my grandparents, but I haven’t seen them in years; I only hoped that they would recognize me. The last time I was in Germany, I was barely past the age of twelve years and, as a kid, I was privy to share much of my experiences with them.

They, in turn, would share their experiences with me. My grandfather told me about how his grandparents fought in resistance groups in Germany during the darkest of German times, and that was how they met. My grandmother would relay tales of lore shared by her grandparents, from the feudal times of my supposed ancestry fighting alongside kings and queens of honor. She also shared many a mythological tale that originated from her homeland, starting with the Erdhenne and ending with the White Ladies. Being twelve years of age, I remembered asking if such things were real or pure fantasy, and she only responded with, If you meet them, you’ll know. She would also chide me to be careful going outside, lest the pure fantasy took me away.

I had arrived in Germany about three hours ago, in the city of Osnabrück. As my grandparents lived in Bremen, I would have to take a train, especially during the rainy season. Surprisingly, when I was making my way to the train station, the rain had stopped despite the clouds still covering the sky; the only illumination came from the lamps. My German was intermediate, so I had to pay close attention to the times of arrivals and departures, and finally boarded my train. I was the last of a small gathering of people who also waited, yet I could have sworn that there was another person with our group, seemingly disappearing as soon as I climbed aboard.

One hour. Thirty minutes. I had arrived as dusk was swept away by the evening, and my grandparents were not yet at the station. In fact, surprisingly, no one was at the station. I was told that they would run late, having to drive from the outskirts to me, especially given the weather here. I walked away from the station, keeping within the range of the lights as I looked at my watch…

No one else had gotten off the train with me, as the doors had closed shut almost as soon as I had left, yet it felt