Created during the Encounter Workshop “Wildes Schreiben“ (Wild Writing) on June 14th 2025. The overarching title “Infinite Dots” for this workshop was predetermined, chosen by the youngest workshop participant from an initial list of suggestions. The respective genres (newsarticle, thriller, fairy tale, theatre play) were freely chosen. In this way, multiple perspectives come together to form a colorful kaleidoscope.
1. Infinite Dots: News
by Mara Cucu
Infinite Dots 13.12.2036, Monday
In Brandenburg, on Langestrasse, an extremely mysterious dot was sighted. The accessory and completion robots from 2030 were implemented for the first time. Yet, it still remains a mystery.
Jensen, a witness, reports: “It was truly a sight to behold—seeing a dot with legs and a face.”
Lina: “It was really crazy to see how a dot could move!” Scientists are still researching. They want to make contact with the dot. There is a huge island in South Africa that keeps growing, but so far, no human has managed to reach it.
Infinite Dots 14.12.2036, Tuesday
Big News!
Overnight, scientists managed to make contact with the dot and tried to speak with it. Dot: “My name is Dot, and I want to go to the island of Maja, so far unknown to you humans. It keeps getting bigger—my companions live there!”
Infinite Dots 15.12.2036, Wednesday
With the help of a surprisingly sturdy sailboat, the dot was released into the water just before reaching the island, where it swam to shore. Everything turned out well!
And now concerning Christmas bla bla…
Infinite Dots: A Thriller
by Martha Rasche
Seen from space, the world is just one dot among many, a small detail in the bigger picture. Perhaps—very likely, even—it would hardly be noticed if that detail disappeared. Only those actively looking for it, who knew it was supposed to be there, would notice—would miss that one dot among infinite others.
From far away, the girl looked like a small, insignificant dot. She was running—running until her lungs ached. Again and again, she turned back to glance at what seemed to be chasing her—another dot. A gasp escaped her as he caught her eye, and she kept running, faster and faster.
Finally, she caught on something and fell. The other dot was now very close. He held something in his hand—something sharp and pointy. The girl could now hear his breathing. It was uneven; he, too, had been running. “That was a mistake,” the pursuer whispered, leaning over the girl. She tried to get up, to start running again, to not give up—but her legs failed her.
She lacked the strength to keep trying.
He raised the sharp object over his head and sank it into its target. The girl thought of her family, her parents, and her friends. They would notice that a dot was missing. She smiled one last time. Maybe it was easier this way. She wouldn’t have to fight anymore, and maybe—just maybe—she’d be happier.
At that moment, a helicopter flew over the scene. The man sitting in it spotted two dots far below. One dot moved away from the other, quickly, almost frantically. The other dot stayed behind, motionless. Over time, a crowd formed around the immobile dot. More and more dots gathered until there were so many, they seemed infinite.
Infinite dots.
Infinite Dots: A Fairy Tale
by Sarah Fichtner
Once upon a time, a very long time ago—and yet it was just yesterday—there was a little dot at the edge of the universe. This tiny dot was so bright that everything around it paled in comparison.
It danced its shimmering dance across the universe, enchanting everyone who lay eyes on it. But, because it was so bright, it couldn’t see the beauty that surrounded it. There were wild ravines and snow-covered mountains, lush green forests and deep blue seas. All the living creatures inhabiting the ravines, mountains, forests, and seas looked up to the shimmering dot and admired its dance. The dot thought itself very beautiful and could feel the creatures’ admiration. Like a magical elixir, the gazes from afar made it shine brighter and brighter. In fact, the brighter it became, the less it saw the others. And yet, it longed so much for the company of other dots.
One day, when the dot was a bit tired, it flew lower than usual over the snow-covered mountains. On top of one of these mountains stood the house of the legendary witch, Nurtilla. As the dot flew through the smoke cloud rising from the chimney of the witch’s house, it heard the witch say: “Dot, dance in the smoke of the fire and open your eyes; then you will see what you long for.” And indeed: no longer blinded by its own light, the dot saw infinite other dots dancing around it: thousands of fire sparks that joined in a grand circle, radiating a comforting warmth.
And the moral of the story is: those who only see themselves will miss the others.
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Infinite Dots: An Absurd Theatre Piece
by Irina Savu-Cristea
Décor: A big (A3) drawing notebook, open in the middle: two empty white pages, except for two purple dots, one on each page.
Dot 1: I feel so small and alone, why don’t I ever see anyone here?
Dot 2: (clearing her throat) hhmmm hhhmmm!
Dot 1: It’s been forever since I’ve seen any dot.
Dot 2: Or any point! You’re actually missing the point!
Dot 1: Pointless! You’re always here, you don’t count.
Dot 2: Do you mean I’m uncountable?
Dot 1: You know what I mean.
Dot 2: Yes, I know. You ARE mean.
Dot 1: You see?? Pointless! We’re two dots circling around the same point all the time!
Dot 2: WHAT is your point?
Dot 1: The question is: WHERE?
Dot 2: Answers drive questions, not the other way around. Dot Dot Dot (…)
Dot 1: OK. Let’s work with that! The answer is: never-ending togetherness.
Dot 2: Why would you answer that?
Dot 1: Because I’m interested in the question of loneliness.
Dot 2: Are you seriously making a point now?
Dot 1: I wish! If only points could be made (up) upon one’s mere wishes… I would make never-ending points. All the dot-dot-dots… We would come closer and closer to each other. We would dance together. Cuddle so close that my purple would end where your purple started. Or the other way around.
Dot 2: I’m not sure I would be comfortable with that level of closeness. I would somehow feel lost in everyone else.
Dot 1: Wow, I never thought of this. I would feel belonging. Making sense. Part of something bigger while fully aware of my sense of self. A tiny purple dot in a never-ending purple sea…
Dot 2: Wait a minute…!! The sea is right here, it’s just not purple! It’s white! Look around… we’re in a never-ending sea of white dots!
Dot 1: All this time… all this blindness… so endless, so pointle…
SLAM! The scene ends as the drawing notebook is loudly closed shut.
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