| The prologue of my story... I hope it gets longer and longer and I hope people like it ^^ |
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Mein Lachen, meine WaffeMein Lachen, meine WaffeMein Lachen, meine Waffe
Ich bin nie ein Halloween-Fan gewesen. Halloween ist die Nacht der Toten; der unruhigen, wütenden Geister, die die in dieser Nacht so dünne Grenze zwischen Lebenden- und Totenwelt ausnutzen, um zurückzukehren und die Menschen heimzusuchen. Ich konnte mich für solche Geschichten nicht recht begeistern. Ich glaubte nicht daran, dass Tote mir gefährlich werden könnten.
Wie sich herausstellte, ein schwerwiegender Fehler.
Es war ein kalter, typischer Novembermorgen, durchzogen von zaghaftem, erstem Frost und nicht besonders einladend. Allerdings muss man dazu sagen,
by ~hilariousnuschk
My Laughter, my WeaponMy laughter, my weaponMy Laughter, my Weapon
I have never been a fan of Halloween. Halloween is the night of the dead; of the restless, angry spirits that take advantage of the border between the worlds, which is so thin that night, and come back to haunt the living. I didn't enjoy such stories. I didn't believe that the dead could be a danger to me. It turned out to be a grave mistake.
It was a cold, typical November morning, streaked with timid, first frost and not overly appealing. Though I have to add that no morning is overly appealing when you have to get up at 5:20 to go to school. I was sitting in the bus, half asleep
by ~hilariousnuschk
Himmel hinter Glas part 43. KapitelHimmel hinter Glas part 4
„NEIN." Layla verschränkte die blassen Arme vor der Brust und sah ihre Eltern entschlossen an. „Mom, Paps- ich bin dagegen. Ihr könnt das nicht machen!" „Layla, bitte... ich,... es ist doch noch gar nichts entschieden. Aber findest du denn nicht..." Beatrix sah ihre verbliebene Tochter flehend an. Sie hatte alles, was Thomas ihr erzählt hatte, an Layla und Michael, Kathys und Laylas Vater, weitergegeben; aber Laylas Ablehnung war eine Mauer, gegen die sie vergebens anrannte. „Nein, Mom." Layla packte die Blätter, Broschüren und Dokumente, die Thomas hier gelasse
by ~hilariousnuschk
Heaven full of Cameras, part 4Chapter 3Heaven full of Cameras, part 4
"NO." Layla crossed her pale arms and looked at her parents resolutely. "Mom, Dad – I oppose. You can't do this!" "Layla, please... I... Nothing is settled yet. But don't you think..." Beatrix pleaded . She had passed on everything Thomas had told her to Layla and Micheal, the girls' father; but Layla's rejection was like a wall she ran against in vain.
"No, Mom." Layla grabbed the brochures and documents Thomas had left and held them towards her mother. "Did you look at that? Damn, I don't miss Kathy any less than you do, but this is fraud. A cruel lie! She'll think she's in heaven, but she
by ~hilariousnuschk
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- Current Residence: Germany
- Interests: Books, writing, art
- Favourite movie: The Lord of the Rings and some others
- Favourite band or musician: Too many to write
- Favourite genre of music: I like soundtracks... ^^
- Favourite poet or writer: Poe, Tolkien, Rilke, Funke, Rowling, Moers
- Favourite style of art: Literature. It is their abilty to use language that makes humans different from beasts. xD
- Shell of choice: Ghost in the Shell - muhahah :D
- Favourite cartoon character: Ed from FMA
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Hi, my name's Annika, as you might've seen up there... I'm from Germany (and therefore my English is not perfect  ) , I still go to school (and I will have to keep going there for 2 more years -_-) and in my freetime, I love to write, which is also the reason for me being here. I upload all the stories twice, the German originals as well as the English versions - I translate them myself, so please forgive the language errors ^^ You will find a link in the artist's comments beneath every deviation which leads to each the other language. Most of time, I write short stories, but I'm also working on a longer one. There are some pictures in my gallery, but they are not very good and most of them I only posted because they've got something to do with my stories. Well, enough talking; I'm always happy about criticism and if there are any questions, just write me a note or something ^^ |
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