Sophie couldn’t sleep

 The Evolution Of Dwayne Johnson !!

Sophie couldn’t sleep. The window behind the curtain was wide open, but nobody was walking on the pavement outside. No cars went by on the street. Not the tiniest sound could be heard anywhere. Sophie had never known such a silence. Perhaps she told herself, this was what they called witching hour.
Sophie has never been alone before at home. She was not frightened. She and her parents lived on the cemetery and that day a dead person was buried. That person was an old and shocking looking man. He lived in a castle on a mountain. The man has always lived alone there and when some children wanted to get in the castle the heard worst screams. Sophie thought about the man and became more and more frightened. She believed in “return to life” people and she knew that all dead people get up in the witching hour. Sophie thought that the old man who she called “shocking Paul” wanted to revenge on her. This could be because one day Sophie and her friend made fools of Paul in front of his castle. Sophie got up. She tried to phone to her parents. “Oh no, our telephone is still broken! The silly telephone man wasn’t here to repair it. What should I do?” but than she recognized that the telephone cables were cut. She ran into her room. There ! she heard strange sounds from outside. Sophie shut the window. The wind was strong that night. Whistles came from the cellar. Suddenly somebody rang at the house door. Sophie looked around. What could this be? RING, RING, RING......
After a few minutes it stopped. But now somebody knocked at the windows. KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK..... “OK, keep cool, Sophie, it’s only the wind. But since when the wind could ring at the house door?” she just thought is as the house door slammed shut. After this the parquet floor cracked. Somebody was in the house. Sophie said to herself “You must be brave”. She took her grandmother’s vase. “Sorry grandma, but perhaps it could rescue my life”. And so she stood behind her door with the vase in her hand. The steps came nearer and nearer. They stopped in front of her bedroom door. Sophie’s heartbeat was so loud that she thought the person could hear it. The door opened slowly. A tall person got in. Sophie wanted to hit the person but then she recognized her father. “DAD” “Sophie, what do you do here? Are you crazy?” “

At the age of 8 Paul had a dream

 What A Coincidence Harry Potter!!


At the age of 8 Paul had a dream. He wanted to be a famous bicyclist. He comes from a small town in Germany called Luckau. On his 8th birthday he got a new bicycle. Since that moment he wanted to be a famous bicyclist as Jan Ullrich or Lance Armstrong. He really enjoyed it when he droves through the landscape. So he saw the nature and he trained his condition. He trained two hours every day. One day his father read an article in the newspaper. “There´s the German-Bicycle-Championship in Cottbus.” Paul wanted that his father enrol him to the championship. At the day of the championship Paul was very nervous. He droves with his father to Cottbus. The race was very good and Paul was when he droves through the finish on the second place. Since this day he trained harder and harder. One day Paul heard the phone ring. His father said that it was a talent-viewer and he said that Paul had a very big talent. From this day his whole life changed. At this moment Paul was 15. He had an own trainer and sponsor. Now he is 17 and he takes part at the Tour de France. He wanted the white trikot for the best driver till 20 years. He knows that it will be a hard way to the white trikot. The competition is very good but Paul is confident:” All my life I´ve trained for this big event and now I will have success”, he said and smiled.

There was only one torch

 Hilarious Google Search Results!

There was only one torch. Yes, I'm sure there was only one!" A sad smile lit up in Terry's wrinkled face and he nodded knowingly: "I hoped so! It will end very soon, now!" Not getting his point I asked him: "What do you mean with it will end very soon, Terry?" "It means that very soon the last of their offspring will die and they will be redeemed. It will end very soon!" he told me. "But how can you know that, Terry? The last one of them might have a huge family left! It might still go on for ever!" I uttered to him. He smiled at me: "Did I forget to mention the name of their leader? His name was Roderick of Wheatfield, a violent man, mercenary for the English crown and murderer of this nameless village!" I did not get what this was supposed to mean and before I could tell him that, he told me: "My name is Terrence Wheatfield, Bruce! I am the last one living. I don't have any family left! With me, the curse will die and all this will find an end! Years ago I discovered a very old family bible. Somehow Roderick learned about the curse. Don't ask me how! He was very troubled, despite his violence he was a very God fearing person. Odd but the truth. So he wrote everything down in his bible as a kind of confession before God. And almost 600 years later I learned about it." I was astonished. I could not believe what I had heard. "This was the reason you moved here? You knew you were the last one!" I exclaimed. He shook his head: "Though it was the reason I moved here I did not know that I was the last one until you told me about the torch. I never went there in the night of the New Year's Eve. I came here often, almost everyday throughout the year but never on December 31st. I was just to afraid to find out!" I nodded understanding his reason. "You might still live another 20 years, Terry!" I said and he shook his head again. "No, I don't have much time left. I've got cancer and I'm already living on borrowed time!" he explained to me. This revelation shocked me for I came to like that gentle giant in the few hours I knew him. He must have realised what I felt: "Don't you worry, son! I led a good life and now it is time I went to my little Rose, again!" We stood there in silence looking at the valley which was a graveyard and I said a silent prayer. Suddenly, Terry put his hand on my shoulder and said: "Well, let's get this car of yours fixed, shall we!" Then we walked on towards the A82. Of course, Terry got my car running within minutes and I thanked him profoundly and bid him good-bye. It was not a good-bye forever for I visited Terry very often over the course of the next two years. We became very good friends and I overcame my reservations about the Highlands. Terry showed me their greatness. One day I returned to his little house and I found the windows and the door boarded up. I knew Terry was gone for good and I felt terrible because I was not there for him when he needed my help. But I was pretty sure that he was not disappointed. I do not know where Terry is now but I am certain that he is happy that this valley got back its peace after such a long time of redemption.

Then we stood where

 Children Now And Then!!


Then we stood where the creatures were standing during the night. Terry started to talk: "In the year of our Lord 1397, there was a small village here. The men were away serving their clan chief in the fight against the English. Only women, old people and children remained here. It was a hidden valley so they felt pretty secure. One day, it was the day of the New Year's eve, a band of rogue warriors from England came here. They killed the old people, then the kids in front of their mothers, then they raped and killed the women. 32 human beings ceased to exist within a couple of hours. They gave pardon to nobody. Then the band of 12 warriors left again like they came without a trace. Weeks later the men came back to their village and found everybody dead. They were furious, desperate, many of them broke that day and never recovered. There was no chance for them to find the murderers. So, they buried their dead people and over the graves of them they cursed the perpetrators. They cursed them to return to the place of their crime every year on the same day the slaughter happened and to watch over the graves of their victims. Their ghosts should return to this place until the last offspring of them dies. Until their families do not exist anymore, either. Then their deed should be redeemed." After he told his story Terry fell silent. I was astonished: "Wow! And this is the graveyard of the village?" "Yes, but there is not much left. The villagers, having lost everything, went their ways and disappeared all over Scotland." Terry explained. I looked at him and asked: "How is it, that you know so much about this? Did you read it somewhere in a book, Terry?" He held up a hand and replied: "I will tell you but I need to know something, Bruce! Can you tell me how many torches the ghosts held in their hands?" Thinking about it, I stood there. Then I remembered: "

When I woke up

 What I Thought After Seeing This.!!
 

When I woke up, Terry was already working on the stove and by the smell of it he was preparing breakfast. Suddenly, I realised how hungry I was. The sun was shining through the windows. Apparently, it stopped snowing. Thank God! "Good morning, Terry" I said while sitting up. "It seems that the sleeping beauty finally woke up - without having a prince kissing him! Good morning, Bruce. Hope you had a good night's sleep!" the old giant said to me while he continued to cook breakfast. I slowly got up and walked over to him: "That smells great, Terry!" "Help yourself to a cup of coffee, son! Have a smoke, too if you want!" he told me while I realised that I had pulled out the pack of cigarettes when I got up. I fetched me a cup, sat down on the table and lighted a fag. Although I was eager to tell Terry about the nightmare I experienced this night, I did not say anything. Terry finished preparing breakfast and came over with two full plates. Then he sat down and we had a silent breakfast. He watched me while I wolfed down the food. I could not help it, I was starved. He smiled knowingly while he ate. When we finished breakfast he sat back, lit his pipe and said: "Okay, son! It is daylight. Now is the time to talk about the dead. Tell me what you saw!" And I told him everything, about my journey, the breakdown of my car, the discovery of the light and then I told him about the creatures. During my tale he kept his silence, he only nodded knowingly from time to time. "That's it, Terry! It is weird, isn't it? You believe me, don't you?" I stammered when I finished my story. "Yes, Bruce, it is a weird yarn you are telling me but I do believe you!" he told me and I felt relieved that he did not think me mad. He continued: "We will do a little walk now and I will tell you a very violent story!" Then he got up, took his coat from the hook and handed me mine, too. I stepped into my Wellies and we left the warmth of the house. Though the sun was shining it was chilling cold outside. We started to walk side by side. Silently again. I saw the tree which was in my way, last night. Indeed there were no other trees around. I chuckled and shook my head slowly. We walked for quite a while until I realised that we were walking towards the place of the bonfire. I got a bit anxious but Terry was with me and it was daylight. So my troubles flew away.

I mumbled my thanks

Curly Hair Problems!!
 
" I mumbled my thanks and drank slowly. It tasted delicious and it was wonderfully hot. The hotness filled up my stomach and I started to feel good, again. A little bit dizzy, though. Maybe, I had gotten myself a slight concussion. I would worry about it later. While I listened to Terry talking about my rescue I realised that Terry did not have a Highland dialect, not even a Scottish dialect, at all. He was talking like an Englishman from the south coast. I asked him about it and he told me: "You have a pretty good ear, Bruce! I was born and raised in Weymouth. I spent all my adult life there, too! After my little Rose died 16 years ago I left my hometown and moved up here. Pretty odd, isn't it? An old Englishman spending the rest of his life up here in the wild Highlands!" he explained to me. Then I made the decision to tell him about my experience: "Terry, I saw something, that's why I was running away ...!" He held up his hand and stopped me from telling him about the creatures, looked at me for a couple of seconds, which seemed like an eternity to me and said in a very low voice: "I know! But this is not the time to tell me about it. Drink up, Bruce and get some sleep! You will tell me tomorrow when the sun is up and I might tell you some things, too!" I nodded slowly, although I still wanted to tell him, right now, but he seemed serious about it so I shut up and we drank our coffee in comfortable silence. I put away the cup and fell asleep very quickly.

I kept my eyes closed

 The truth in the world !!

.. then I woke up again and it was wonderfully warm. I kept my eyes closed and took the warmth in. I smelled an open fire and suddenly I felt fear again. Those creatures got me finally. "No!" I screamed loudly and sat up. I forced my self to open my eyes. There was a room, sparsely furnished and an open fire place. I was lying, no sitting on a wooden bed. One corner of the room was like a kitchen with cupboards and an old cast-iron stove with a kettle on it. The bit of light in the room came from an oil lamp. It smelled great in here and I got calmer again. Then, with a loud bump the door was opened, snow flakes came in. The terror came back to me while I waited for the inevitable to enter. After a few seconds a giant came in. He was at least 6 foot 4 inches tall and heavy built. If I had to estimate his weight I would say at least 18 stone. The most wonderful thing about him was the fact that he had a face. An old wrinkled face, wearing the signs of about 70 years. He wore a white beard and an unruly tuft of white hair. "Well, boyo, seems you are with the living again!" he said in a deep friendly voice. "What happened, sir?" I asked the man. "Cut the sir, boyo, me name's Terry!" he replied joyfully. "Thanks Terry! My name is Bruce Mackenzie from Glasgow!" I introduced myself. Terry pulled up a chair to the bed and sat down: "You really are some lucky sod, Bruce! If I hadn't found you in time you might be celebrating the New Year next to St. Peter." he started to explain, "I've heard you cry out when you run against the tree!" "I run against a tree? I can't remember anything!" I answered. "Yes, and by that probably the only tree for miles! You really seem to be the lucky guy!" he shook his head in amazement and did a deep belly laugh. That really seemed like me. No tree for miles but I had to pick the only one to run into. Maybe I should try to find out why things like that always happened to me. "Found you out there and carried you into my humble home. You have been out for a couple of hours know. What does your head feel like?" Terry wanted to know. Apart from a slight headache I felt quite okay. I put a hand to the head and felt a bruise but there seemed not to be any blood. Good news for a change! Meanwhile, Terry went to the stove and filled two cups with coffee, then he came back, sat down and handed me one, "Here have a brew, son!"

Then I went back

Hollywood Is A Hell Of A Drug !!


Then I went back to the car because like every decent Briton I always kept a pair of Wellis in the trunk. I changed my shoes for the boots and started off again. It was very hard work, indeed. My progress through the snow was very slow. The flash light did not give much light but it was better than nothing. I turned around but I could neither see my car nor the road, anymore. So, I did the only sensible thing, I walked on. It really seemed that I would not get any nearer to the light. I had been walking for about twenty minutes now. Suddenly, the light was very close and it was some kind of bonfire. "Hopefully, this is not a gathering of some nut case Celtic heathen cult!" I muttered to myself. Would be typical for me to get eaten alive by some fruit cakes. "Though, it'd be exactly the type of luck I always seem to attract." I whispered. There was no other choice but to walk on. So I did it! Meanwhile, I was able to make out people standing in a circle around the fire place, there was no sound but the cracking noise of the blazing fire. Great, just like I hoped. A bunch of Celtic druids! I stood still, observing the scene. Nobody moved but that was not a group of ancient priests. They looked like knights, like soldiers from the middle ages. Wearing helmets and cloaks covering their whole bodies. They leaned on their shields and one of them held a torch in his hands. Everybody was looking down to earth, therefore I could not see any face! I did not see any weapons, either, no swords, no spears! It was an odd view and I argued with myself whether I should disrupt the scene. But for Christ's sake, there was a fire, a hot blazing fire and I was cold, very cold. So, I stepped forward, calling out to the group: "Hello, Gentlemen, is there any chance I could get some warmth at your ...!" I stopped in mid-sentence when the group of soldiers were rising their heads and turned to face me. I swear to God, I never saw something like that before. Where their faces were supposed to be, was only darkness and from the darkness two red eyes were staring at me like hot coals. Shivers went down my spine! I could not move. I stood there with my mouth wide open and felt a fear like never before in my life. Suddenly, I remembered that deep down in my heart I was a coward and the cowardly thing to do was start running, right now. I turned around and began to run as fast as I could in the deep snow. To be honest that was more like a quick walk than a run. Nevertheless, I did my very best to get as much distance between myself and those creatures as fast as possible. I fell down and lost my flashlight but I did not care. I just got up again and continued my flight! I did not even care whether I was running in the right direction, I just run for my life! It was dark, pitch black night! I could not see one thing. I ran and ran! I did not know how long I ran but it seemed the things did not follow me. Not that I did mind about this. No, quite honestly I was glad that they appeared to be the shy sort. Nonetheless, I ran on until I smashed into something ...!

Maybe I should try

 Drinking soda summarized !!

Maybe I should try to take a nap. With a little luck a car would pass by and give me some help. Pretty unlikely considering the weather and that it was the night before New Year's Eve. Mary was going to pay for this. I would get a pretty good bonus out of her for my misfortune. Bloody unlikely, too! She was a typical Scottish lass - tight with her money as if they would stop printing it tomorrow. The snow started to cover the car. "What the heck! Nobody is going to drive by anyway!" I said to myself. Said that and tucked myself into the blanket and closed my eyes. It seemed only like minutes when I woke up by the sound of my clattering teeth. I was shivering. When I looked on my watch I realised that I slept a couple of hours. It was already close to midnight. The windshield was covered in snow and I thought it might be a good idea to clear the car of snow. This would give me some physical exercise and my body could heat up a bit. At least, so I thought. I took my hand broom and got out of the car. The cold hit me like a wave. It was still snowing but not as heavily like before. Then I started to move around the car brushing the snow off it. Finally, I got a bit warmer, just a little bit! When I finished clearing the car from snow I took out my pack of cigarettes and lighted one. There was a grand view despite the falling snow. Not very far to see though in the darkness. Everything seemed so peaceful. "My, my old boy - you are not going to start enjoying country life, are you?" I chided myself. Still, the snow covered landscape was indeed beautiful, I decided, while smoking the fag. I was looking around and there ... ! No, that cannot be, I thought. I took a closer look. "Yes! There is a light!" I exclaimed loudly. I watched the light another couple of seconds just to make sure that I had not got some kind of Fata Morgana. The light stayed there. How far away I could not tell but it seemed like an open fire. I took the flash light from my car and locked it up afterwards. The decision was made! I would go towards the light. There had to be people! Anything else did not make any sense at all. I started to walk towards the light! The snow was almost knee deep! "Shit!" I moaned, because I forgot that I was not wearing exactly the right shoes.

There were heavy clouds

 HULK : Real Or Fake ??


There were heavy clouds and it definitely looked as if the white dirt was about to start falling. That was just my kind of luck! There were still the Grampian Mountains ahead of me. Another look in the rear view mirror and I put down my foot on the accelerator. Better getting a speeding ticket, I thought by myself, than getting caught up in heavy snowfall while I pass the Mountains. I turned up the volume of the CD-player and cursed the fact that Mary hated Glasgow and would not go down there to sign the contract. Suddenly, the snow started to fall and it fell heavy! I cursed the fact that I went to university to become a solicitor instead of a dentist. In this line of work I would not have to leave my house and I would not have to go to the bloody Highlands to earn some money. I finally cursed my stomach for forcing me to take a lunch break. The snow turned the road white and I had to reduce my speed to 25 mph. I turned on the wipers but it did not change a thing. It was already 3.30 pm and I knew for sure that I would not be home for dinner. This was a really disturbing realisation. I reached the Grampians 45 minutes later and it was already pretty dark. The snow was still falling and my speed even went down to 15 mph. At least, the fuel gauge told me that I had enough petrol to reach Glasgow. Just when I thought that, the engine started to cough. "No!" I hammered on the dashboard. "Don't you quit on me now!" The coughing continued relentlessly. I promised the car: "I am going to get rid of you if you break down now, you little shit!" Of course, the car did not care one bit about my threat! It just died and I rolled to the curb. "Bloody great!" I moaned and hit the dashboard once more. Then I took my mobile and started to call the emergency number. In this kind of weather the Highlands could be very dangerous and I needed help. Naturally, Murphy's law kicked in! You know: everything which could go wrong would go wrong! There was no net available. In a rage I threw the phone on the floor. "Bugger that darn thing! When you need it, it won't work! Bloody marvellous!" I complained to myself! It started to get cold. Thank God, I remembered to put a fleece- and Goretex-jacket in my car and I always got a blanket with me. Then I took my cigarettes from the glove compartment and lighted one. Filthy habit, actually I was trying to quit but right now I needed a fag. Meanwhile, it was completely dark outside and it was cold, really cold. My dad always said it could get cold as a witches teats in the Highlands. Now, I knew what he meant! I stubbed out the cigarette and declined my seat.

The road went on forever

How My Girlfriend Get Abs !!

The road went on forever, it seemed to me. At least, there was no snowfall, yet. Although the forecast predicted that it would come down hard, today. As a matter of fact, it was a pretty fair day in the Highlands. Especially, if one considered that it was the day before New Year's Eve. My mobile phone rang. I was checking the rear view mirror for a patrol car. Nothing, so I answered the call: "Hello?" "Hello Bruce! Did she sign the contract?" It was John Macdonald, my partner and he referred to the reason why I was driving right in the middle of nowhere. "Aye, Mary signed the contract this morning! Don't ask me how I finally got her to sign it!" I replied. John chuckled: "So, the queen was her usual self, again?" Well, the "queen" was our primary client! Her real name was Mary Stuart and she was a big pain in the neck. Sometimes I thought that she would end up like her royal namesake: with her head chopped off by some fed up TV-producer. Yes, Mary was an actress and despite her behaviour a bloody good one. "The BBC will probably not like her additional terms but at the end of the day they want her!" I mentioned. To be honest the producer was likely to get a heart attack but Mary would get her terms fulfilled. She had a reputation of being a prima donna, so everybody expected her to act up on her image. Well, I was used to her behaviour and eventually she paid my bills. "I don't want to know about the terms before the New Year, Bruce! Please, don't spoil my holidays!" John moaned. "When will you be in Glasgow?" he wanted to know. "Probably at dinnertime, if everything works out on the road!" I predicted. I sent a silent prayer to heaven. As a good old city boy I really hated the Highlands - especially at this time of the year. John finished: "Give me a call when you are home safely! By the way happy New Year, mate!" "Yeah, kiss my ass, too! Bye, John!" I retorted and terminated the conversation. Then I continued my drive down the A82. It was already past lunchtime and my stomach started to complain. A couple of miles behind Ballachulish I stopped in a little village snack bar to get something to eat. I had a couple of sandwiches made of stale bread and a cup of coffee tasting like old socks boiled in hot turpentine but at least the stomach was pretty busy digesting the stuff and would not bother me till I reached Glasgow. After an hour I got in my car again and drove on. Unfortunately, the weather tried to pull a fast one on me.

Just past the church

 Pippi Longstocking has grown!!! Wowww
 

Just past the church I became aware of a smell, reminding me of the coins Mom had
slipped into my pocket. I ran across the street into Kaim’s bakery. “Good morning, little
lady! What will it be today?” Why did she ask me the moment I walked in the door,
knowing it always took me a couple of minutes to choose from the tempting rolls,
crescents, cakes, and fruit-filled pastries! “A slice of cheese cake, please, and a butter
crescent. No, you don’t need to wrap the crescent; I’ll be eating it on my way to school.”
Halfway out the door, I overheard her address the next customer: “Good morning, little
lady! What will it be today?”

I went on, my mouth full of flaky crescent, crumbs falling off my shirt, and after the sharp
left curve, where the street started winding uphill, I decided to eat the cheese cake, too. I
passed Staehler’s fabric store with its array of pastels, polka dots, stripes, and buttons of
every size, shape and color imaginable. From there on the street was skirted with
framework houses, over 300 years old, their remodeled plaster walls accented with
dark-brown beams.

The Catholic School for Girls lay around the corner to the left, three stories tall, the thick
stone walls dark with age. Blank windows, each divided into six squares, the two upper
ones rounded on top. No curtains.

I observed Sister Donata a few steps ahead of me. She strode toward the oak front door
with the lion-head doorknob, clutching her black briefcase. A breeze caught her habit,
swirled it to emphasize the haggard figure. Would she be my teacher again next fall?

Allowing her ample time to get through the door and up the creaky stairs, I slowed down,
swallowing my last bite of cheese cake.--And I turned the cold lion-head for the last time
that summer.

I spent the first 18 years

 Siri is ok with me killing myself !!


I spent the first 18 years of my life in Kronach, a town of 10,000 in the most northern
corner of Bavaria. Swarming with tourists from all over Europe throughout the summer,
the little town was famous for its medieval castle, framework houses and narrow, winding
streets.

The street I recall most vividly after being away for ten years is the one I walked to school
five days a week and to church on Sundays.

That morning in June I opened the right wing of the heavy, green double-door (the left
one was always locked) and, skipping the two old stone steps, I sprang onto the uneven
cobblestone. It was the last day of school, ten weeks of worry-free laziness ahead of me!
Turning left I strolled past Porzelt’s butcher shop, with the 2-foot Salamis hanging in the
window. Across the street lay old Mrs. Pabstmann’s shoe store, her display in the
rain-streaked window faded, out of style.

The street widened after I crossed the intersection, lined by sidewalks. They, too, were
made of cobblestone--smaller squares, worn flat and smooth by generations of school
children, church goers, Belgian tourists, and shopping housewives.

Old Mrs. Meyer limped into the Protestant church to my left. No service was held at this
early hour, but she went in every morning, dressed in black, for her silent prayers, had
done so since the death of her husband in 1960. A tower, about five stories tall, rose
above the stone church, concealing under its tiled roof a set of bells I had learned to hate
during my 12 years at the old house. They would disturb my sleep every Sunday morning
with their sharp, out-of-tune, “dang-dong-ding, dang-dong-ding”, which continued for a
good thirty minutes.

 How my mother makes dinner vs. How I make dinner !!


It was a middle aged party but he went anyway. He arrived after midnight and saw the debauchery had been at fever pitch for some time. Assorted parents, let off the leash; some leather-clad in that fiftyish, lets-take-a-risk way; the women talking about their husbands’ impotence and the guys addressing themselves to the nearest set of tits. All the stuff that dinner was spent avoiding.

He headed to the laden buffet table; as much a reason for being here as any. He was ravenous, hadn’t eaten since that morning. He spotted his now ex-girlfriend leaning against a wall nearby, blotto, and talking to someone’s potato shaped wife. They spotted him and Georgy, his ex, pointed him out. “I should body-swerve this ugly looking situation whilst I can,” he thought. But gut necessities were the motive force and before his plate was heavy enough, the potato came squeaking over; too tight leather pants compressing the blood into her cheeks.

“Are you David ?”
“Yeah”
“You must be craaazy to split up from such a bonny lass. Why are you going away, what’s the matter? Are you crazy?”
“Oh, you know. It’s complicated.”

He looked over at his ex. She was smashed, no doubt about that, looking good too; they didn’t break up because she turned ugly. It was complicated.

She looked at him and smiled. Alcohol gave her a certain glow and she had a tendency when drinking to get as shitfaced as possible and never anything less. David felt drunk just looking at her. Drunk in all the right ways. “Perhaps I should go over and speak to her,” he thought, but could think of nothing to say.

He thought about her letter. The job would pay for his escape in one month exactly and for her, now was the watershed; to say all the unnecessary, unsaid things.

It was night when I woke up.

 I found the rubber band !!


It was night when I woke up. He was still sleeping. The fridge in the kitchen was empty. I only found one bottle of water in it. My mouth was dry as a desert and I was very hungry. Stan also woke up and went into the little kitchen. I knew that he should marry another woman because the parents of Stan and the parents of that girl were best friends. Stan hated her but his mother and the father of the other family were from Puertorico. Stan couldn’t get free.
“I’ll find a way that I may love you. I promise.” He said.
The night, like yesterday, I didn’t sleep. I thought of him and was nervous. I believed in him, he’ll find a way. I was sure. The next day he came to see me. He was careful because he wanted to avoid somebody seeing us together. The whole week, every day the same caution but it was all in vain. All for nothing.
The phone rang and when I spoke my name in the telephone I already heard Stans nervous loud voice: “Listen he knows it.”
“Who knows what?” I ask.
“The brother of the girl I shall marry. I didn’t say anything but I’m sure he’s going to kill you. He doesn’t give anything about love. I don’t want you in danger. Go back to Germany. Do it for me…”
I couldn’t think no more. First when I heard beats on the door.
“He is it.”
“I love you. Good luck.”
”Yeah, good luck. Bye.” I droped the telephone and ran to the window. The man beat against the door and shouted while I climbed at over the walls of the hotel. I was surprised that I was still alive when I bought the ticket back to Germany. When I came to my home country I wanted to call him but I didn’t want to make him any problems with his family. So, I lived on. Every day.

This history is 15 years old now and I’m standing again in the same dirty street before the Bar where we met first. I ask the barkeeper, where I could find Stan. He says: “Sometimes, I visit him. Since 15 years he’s laying there on the old cemetery. Killed from the brother of the girl he should marry, when he wanted to follow you to Germany.
I see his grew grave with the letters: Stanley Douglas. Tears are falling from my eyes but I can’t change time. And Stan, I promise you: I’ll never forget you and maybe we will see us again on a little star in the endless universe. For eternity.

I was really sick

 World's Worst Boyfriend Ever!


I was really sick when I stepped on the big plane. But what should I do? It was my first trip to the USA and I had to save as much money as I could in the last months. America – the country of freedom I thought and I was so nervous that I couldn’t eat that adventurous fast food which was brought by the stewardesses. I sat next to a little window and saw out on that white long wing, where the sun reflects. I was tired and tried to sleep.
Sometime, the pilot made an announcement. He said: “We begin the landing now. I may say thank you and wish you a great stay in the United States of America.”
All was right. I took my luggage and went to my hotel by taxi. The city of Washington was nice this night. A wonderful experience for me, which I’d never forget. Some buildings were lit up and the neon signs shone in all colours I knew. By turns red, blue, green, yellow, orange. I couldn’t look away.
When I was laying in my bed, of course, I didn’t sleep. My adventure was just beginning. Three hours later I left the hotel to see still a bit of nightlife on the streets of Washington. In one of these dirty creepy streets I found a door and over it there was a sign: ‘Washington Bar’ - what a name. I opened the door and stepped into an uncomfortable room. Nobody took any notice of me. I sat down on a chair near the bar and I just wanted to order a drink when a young good-looking man with black hair and blue eyes came up to me and bought me a drink.
“Hi, I may invite you? You do drink something?” He smiled and twitched his ears. Very sweet.
“Yes, of course.” The next hours we talked about so many things. His name was Stan, Stanley Douglas and when we noticed that it already was 9 o’ clock in the morning I even knew when he was born, how he lives his life and that he likes salad. He took me to my hotel and I tried to say something but in this moment he passionatly kissed me. Oh I remember I was just so shocked but then I returned that never-ending kiss. My room number was 11. I opened it and turned around. I saw in his clear eyes and ask: “I may invite you in?” I smiled and he came in.

At the age of 14

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At the age of 14 Maxie began to paint. She taught it herself. She painted to express her thoughts and she likes treasuring impressions. Maxie started to paint things she saw, but when she was 16 she love drawing flowers and landscapes in generally. At this age she bought her first own linen and colours and all what a young painter needed.
She had said to me:” I can only paint when I´m inclined and have time. Only then I have good ideas.”
I have seen a lot of paintings from Maxie and I can say that her paintings are very good and professional. Other people also saw Maxie´s paintings and they found them very good and professional, too. So they want to buy her paintings. For example: the manager of the festival where people shot on a target. This festival called “ Königsschießen” and it is in Jüterbog. Maxie had to paint the target for this festival.
Also, other people want paintings from Maxie. She loves painting for other people, so she painted paintings for them. I have a picture from Maxie, too.
Also, in the age of 16 started her A-levels and visited the advanced cours of art. There she learned more and more about art and the techniques. When she was 18 she passed her A-levels and she applied at the University of Burg Giebichenstein for graphic design and photographic in Halle. So she got a scholarship and passed with average of 1,2.
Then she made an exhibition with her own paintings. Who are an important painter, his name was Roy Lichtenstein. He sponsored her next exhibitions.
When she was 30 she opened a school of art. But in spite of the work at school, she made exhibitions with her own paintings and paintings of her students.
Also, after her death students from her school made exhibitions with her paintings.

When it came to dessert

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When it came to dessert, I suddenly looked up to my waiter. Contrary of the others, I found a cherry on top of my ice cream. On the brim of my cup I saw a piece of paper, folded so small that I had almost eaten it. Secretly I took it out of my cup and glanced at my parents. They were talking again, like always, and didn’t pay attention to me at all. So I unfolded the scrap of paper and read it. “You know the meaning of the cherry as red as love? Then meet me at the clock at eight.” I glimpsed at my fathers watch. It said that I had fifteen minutes until the mentioned time. We would be thru with eating right on time. I didn’t pay attention to the waiter who took away my cup. I barely noticed that it was not Freddy Andrews. My heart was pounding.
Telling my parents that I had to rest a bit before I could get up from the table, they left me alone, and when they were out of sight, I heard the big clock strike eight times. I felt as if time was suddenly going backwards, as if we were just meeting the first time. Excitedly I got up and walked to the clock. This promised to be special.I saw the clock. And I saw him at once. Freddy was wearing a black suit and could have been a gentlemen of the First Class. New Money perhaps, but still a member of us. He didn’t see me, because he was watching the clock and its slowly moving minute hand, but when he saw my shadow falling on the clock’s numbers, he turned around and smiled. “May I ask for the first dance, Madam?” With these words he offered me his arm, and when I took it, he led me to the First Class Ball, that was held to celebrate the last day on board.
I was glad, that my parents weren’t in the ballroom, either they didn’t know about the dance, or they cared about dancing as little as about me. Freddy turned me around, so that we stood face to face. When the band played the Emperor’s Waltz, my waiter started dancing with me. I was amazed what a good dancer he was, he led me thru the room like a king his princess. “And it all started with cherries as red as love…” he whispered to me. I looked into his eyes that were as shining as jewels – how ironic in all this wealth. Everything around me seemed to fade. I stared into these eyes and knew that I wouldn’t obey to my father. Even if he wanted me to be doctor’s wife, I would never let my waiter go again…

I didn’t see Freddy

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I didn’t see Freddy the whole next day, and also not the day after that. Finally, when I was sitting in the First Class restaurant eating dinner with my parents on the fourth day on sea, he reappeared. He smiled at me for an instant, too short as that my father or mother could have noticed it. But then he treated me like somebody unfamiliar for the rest of the meal. I was disappointed, but I could also understand why he did that. Freddy was as aware as I that my parents would never have tolerated any relationship, or even talking, between us.


He wanted to know my name? I was unsure. Could I trust him? But I looked up into his eyes and decided that I could. “ Felicitas Pierre de Rioux.” “Nice to meet you. My name is Freddy Andrews.” We shook hands. He smiled. “Well, to be honest… I brought you the cherries, because it seemed to me that you where not a girl that is born for wealth. So I thought you might enjoy simple cherries.”
Born for wealth? These had been my words, except that I had never spoken them out loudly! I began to like this waiter, my waiter, for more than just his handsomeness. Now I was the one who felt embarrassed. I had feelings for this waiter that I wasn’t supposed to feel… I decided it would be better to end this evening here. “I have to go now. I shouldn’t be out here at this time. Goodbye, Mr. Andrews.” He almost interrupted me. “Please, call me Freddy. At least while we’re alone.” I hesitated. Shouldn’t we both treat each other equal? “Then my name is Felicitas for you.” I finally said. “Good night,” I smiled and left him alone.

I didn’t see Freddy the whole next day, and also not the day after that. Finally, when I was sitting in the First Class restaurant eating dinner with my parents on the fourth day on sea, he reappeared. He smiled at me for an instant, too short as that my father or mother could have noticed it. But then he treated me like somebody unfamiliar for the rest of the meal. I was disappointed, but I could also understand why he did that. Freddy was as aware as I that my parents would never have tolerated any relationship, or even talking, between us.
We were entirely alone on deck. Despite the waves that were crashing against the ship, my voice sounded loud. “We saw each other at the dinner table tonight, didn’t we?” “Yes,” he smiled timidly. “The caviar…” Then he also gathered his courage. “What is your name?”
He wanted to know my name? I was unsure. Could I trust him? But I looked up into his eyes and decided that I could. “ Felicitas Pierre de Rioux.” “Nice to meet you. My name is Freddy Andrews.” We shook hands. He smiled. “Well, to be honest… I brought you the cherries, because it seemed to me that you where not a girl that is born for wealth. So I thought you might enjoy simple cherries.”
Born for wealth? These had been my words, except that I had never spoken them out loudly! I began to like this waiter, my waiter, for more than just his handsomeness. Now I was the one who felt embarrassed. I had feelings for this waiter that I wasn’t supposed to feel… I decided it would be better to end this evening here. “I have to go now. I shouldn’t be out here at this time. Goodbye, Mr. Andrews.” He almost interrupted me. “Please, call me Freddy. At least while we’re alone.” I hesitated. Shouldn’t we both treat each other equal? “Then my name is Felicitas for you.” I finally said. “Good night,” I smiled and left him alone.

I didn’t see Freddy the whole next day, and also not the day after that. Finally, when I was sitting in the First Class restaurant eating dinner with my parents on the fourth day on sea, he reappeared. He smiled at me for an instant, too short as that my father or mother could have noticed it. But then he treated me like somebody unfamiliar for the rest of the meal. I was disappointed, but I could also understand why he did that. Freddy was as aware as I that my parents would never have tolerated any relationship, or even talking, between us. 

I put the bowl on my bed

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I put the bowl on my bed. Why had the waiter come to my room? His job was the restaurant, not the rooms. I decided to find out, and opened my door, after I had quickly slipped on an evening coat. I looked into both directions, but the cherry deliverer had disappeared. I had to follow him! So I chose to take the way to the staircase, perhaps I could find him. I hoped that my parents wouldn’t come out of their room and discover me. I was lucky. When turning around the corner I saw him. I recognized the dishcloth and the dark hair. Suddenly I stopped. I didn’t want him to notice that I sneaked after him. So I stayed in a good distance and watched him when he stepped outside into the darkness of the fresh July night . He held onto the railing and seemed to stare into the black water.
Now, that I had followed him that far, I didn’t know what to do. I was so embarrassed that I wanted to turn around and run back to my room, but I forced myself to stay. I made a step farther outside and felt the breeze playing with my hair. I looked at my waiter. He had taken the cloth from his arm into his hand and played around with it. Then all of a sudden he threw it over the railing, where it sailed away, carried by the wind. He sighed.
I gathered all my courage that I had and came closer. “Is everything all right?” I asked him. The waiter looked up. For a second he looked deep into my eyes, then he turned his face away again. Still I had seen that he was blushing. “Yes, everything all right,” he mumbled and continued staring into the ocean. But I didn’t have the intention to go away. “Tell me – why did you bring me the bowl of cherries?” The waiter seemed embarrassed. “ I don’t know. I just wanted to please you.”
We were entirely alone on deck. Despite the waves that were crashing against the ship, my voice sounded loud. “We saw each other at the dinner table tonight, didn’t we?” “Yes,” he smiled timidly. “The caviar…” Then he also gathered his courage. “What is your name?”