This piece of writing will most likely not make a lot of sense to most people. It is technically speaking a story-outtake, but it's not a scene that will be featured like this in the finished story (the flashback and the previous argument that is hinted on at one point are major scenes though).

It was written entirely because of a challenge from my ( Read more... )

On the first regard, this might seem like nothing special. It’s another outtake from my original-story-project, something I wrote about half a year ago - believe it or not - and minorly edited in the last hour in order to publish it here.

The fact that I added a song to it is not special either. You know me, I have thing for that. This song, however ( Read more... )

This is... nothing really. Merely a drabble, an exercise. A try to somehow balance sweetness and awkwardness.
It exists only because I was dared to write some more romance; and because there is one line in this that caused me to write the entire scene in the first place, a line that reminded me a lot of an inside joke.

(In other words: You wanted ( Read more... )

(Whatever you do, hear me out before you turn away, ok? ;)

First of all, I'd like to wish each and everyone of you a wonderful International Florists' and Confectioners' Day, aka happy Valentine's Day!

You know me, I'm not one for sappy, cheesy romance, therefore I never published a story or a scribble in honour of this day before.

However... ( Read more... )

New Year, new scribble ( Read more... )

 
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For a few heartbeats, the Planet simply stopped turning, and the laws of space and time were entirely suspended. Everything was reduced to one single thought, the answer to all questions ever asked and the key to all mysteries of the universe. There was no you, no I, only we, an entity that could not be separated, not by force, not by fate, not ( Read more... )

It was in the middle of the night when he woke up. Had this been a novel or a Hollywood movie, he would have been wide awake in a matter of seconds, alarmed by a terrifying nightmare that was just bound to foreshadow the upcoming events.

But this reality was not made out of paper or celluloid. This was real life, where fate struck sudden and ( Read more... )

Because I felt in the mood...

Poetry is emotion put into words, and I admire everyone who manages to write good poems, because I can't do so for the life of me.

I usually prefer English poems to German ones, but there are a few people who actually manage to touch me deeply, even though they write in German.

One of them is Erich Fried.

To quote ( Read more... )