What Happened When Frank Died: Ducks

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We are currently compiling, editing and reworking the Frank stories into a novella. Once this process is finished we will be looking for readers to get an idea if people like the final product. If you’d like to be one of the first readers of the What Happened When Frank Died Novella, please send us a message in the CONTACT section of this site.

Thank you for reading,

Ben & Nikita

11 comments

  1. haha, I thought it comes a April Fool’s, but no, again a very profound story. I love your sentences like “A split in the nothingness opened up in the front of them and they walked through” …… it has been shown that all Frankstories have a thing in common. The persons are no longer free in their actions. They get certain space, but that´s it. Why the feathers of the ducks? What did Frank do in life, that he must count feathers?

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    • haha who knows? I think feather counting is just one of those assigned jobs. And yes, the problem with any after life that has ever been thought up is that it is limiting. It is a somewhat absurd notion all together, to me.

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      • limiting is a good reaction to people who did not live responsible with the free will, which god gave them! Isn’t it? Well and feather counting is of course NOT one of these assigned jobs…sorry but therefore I know you meanwhile better! HmmmHmmmm….one day I´ll have an idea about this, or I´ll have forget this problem…haha…I´ll keep in mind the date, because I’m always the fool on the 1. April!

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