Friday, 7. September 2007, 08:20:15
Stories
I wrote this some time ago and forgot about it, until now, when somebody told me it was a good one. I read it again and thought so too.
I'm sorry I don't have time to write or even read anything here right now. I'll be back some time...
Written with Josh Groban - Let Me Fall:
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Tuesday, 22. May 2007, 10:54:35
Privates, Stories
(I'm not responsible for this picture, my father cut those people out! And yes, it has nothing to do with this post, except for that it was taken in Italy.)
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Friday, 6. April 2007, 15:48:15
Stories
Studying really means thinking about almost nothing else. I don't know where my time has gone, I'm just sad that I can't write anything good here anymore.
So, here's another old story of mine:
Most people believe that black is a bad colour. It is dark and darkness often is scary. There is room for secrets in the shadows, and for death. Black also means death. Naturally, death doesn't hide behind every shadow. Mostly it waits in small, dark, silent alleyways, where many eerie shadows are. People so much fear that something lurks in these shadows, they almost create it. This is a good reason to avoid such alleyways. But avoiding them doesn't mean being save...Read more...
Tuesday, 16. January 2007, 22:09:30
The Wall Story, Stories
Living in his new self-made prison the builder soon became lonely. He wished he could leave the wall again and return to the forest, but he knew he couldn't. He still had nightmares about demons, and about being a demon killing his friends. His wounded back still hurt, and sometimes he found himself lying on the ground panting after a painful seizure. He felt the poison turning his blood black from time to time. He was too great a danger to return to the world. Now he thought he knew how the hunter must have felt when he decided to stay in his hut. The only difference was that nobody would come to retrieve him.
One day while he was resting under his favourite tree staring at white clouds wandering across a blue sky, he thought he heard something. It was a female voice, calling out a curious "Hello...?". He smiled, and only after the third call the builder realised that this was for real. He sat up to listen and tried to find out where the voice came from. Of course it was on the outer side of the wall, but when he drew closer, a few bricks vanished to form a small window. The builder approached the opening and when he looked through it he saw a beautiful woman standing there looking back at him. She had amazing green eyes and dark black hair, framing a fair face.
Smiling at him she said: "Hi, I'm Jen and I was just wandering along here and was surprised to see that wall, so I wanted to know if anyone actually lived here. What are you doing in there?" She stood on her toes and tried to look past him.
"I am living here, because the world outside is cruel and I don't want to have anything to do with it. It is silent and peaceful in here and that is exactly what I need." With that, the bricks reappeared and closed the window.
The builder felt the demon fuming inside him, and the hot flame of anger was concentrated on the woman outside. She had done nothing wrong, but still he was angry with her. Her only fault was that she had woken the demon, and that even unintentionally.
The builder hoped the woman had left, while he desperately longed for company.
Monday, 1. January 2007, 15:46:11
Stories
Ghosts were in the streets last night, have you met any?
Happy new year, by the way!
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