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17 April, 2014 , ,

Tanks crossing, sudden Gunfire

Gwarp had a mad smile on his lips as he raced along the street, pushing his wheelchair way beyond its limit.

He had done it. He escaped from that rotten military base and even managed to steal their precious little secret. As the wind whistled through his hair he knew that he still had it in him. The fierce and madness it needs to … A tank appeared on his left side.

Gwarp hollered. He hasn’t felt that alive in years and lived the sensation of adrenaline pumping through his old veins. He would only need to go a little bit further and then they were out of the base’s territory. They wouldn’t be able to follow him then.

Apparently, he wasn’t the only one with that knowledge since to tank’s gun suddenly turned into his direction and he could hear a very familiar loud rumbling within the tank. Gwarp cursed and shortly after heard how the cannon got loaded. Apparently they weren’t joking.

He pulled the break on his wheelchair as hard as possible, ignoring the pain shooting from his arthritis fingers into his head. Grinding his teeth he managed to bring the wheelchair to a screeching halt just a second before the tank fired its cannon. Gwarp’s last bit of hair moved widely Form the rush of air, but he speed up his wheelchair again and raced off towards the end of the military territory.

tanks crossing, sudden gunfire


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15 April, 2014 , , ,

Between the Stars

Little feet
tippytoed
away from me.

Now I watch them dancing,
every night,
between the stars.

I reach out,
but never get close enough
to touch the sky.

My vision blurry,
with falling tears.
But don’t worry!

I will always see you,
and remember
your laughing heart.

Just like the pain,
as your little feet found their place,
between the stars.


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9 April, 2014 , , ,

Lunch Break Adventures – Little Silver Glitter Dress

Ever wondered what a proper Fashion and Film blog looks like? Check out my friend Carolin’s blog Lunch Break Adventures, where I was just honored to contribute a fashion inspired poem!

Hi everyone,

As a passionate literature researcher, I always enjoy a good piece of writing. So, this month, I’ve got a special linguistic treat for you.

My friend Hanni runs a poem and short story blog and she was so kind to contribute a guest blog in the form of a  fashion poem.

Enjoy and don’t forget to let me know what you think!

 

Little Silver Glitter Dress 

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Little silver glitter dress,

sitting neat and tight,

makes us wade through a high heel mess,

’till we find the pair, that fits just right …

Keep reading on Lunch Break Adventures.


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8 April, 2014 , , ,

1st week of Camp NaNoWriMo

Camp NaNoWriMo 2014

The first week of Camp NaNoWriMo is basically over (tho theoretically only tonight), and I’m behind. BUT, I’m going to catch up, just saying.

In case you’re curious, here are the first few sentences that maybe won’t stay the first, since I decided to start the story earlier.

With still half of her breakfast roll in one hand and a piece of paper in the other, Ellen ran down the corridor passing one laboratory after another. Why was hers at the very end? She cursed as she stumbled and the roll fell out of her hand. She heaved herself up and kicked off her shoes. She kept running.

But thinking about it, maybe I should just leave it that way and keep writing on the other end of the story and push it forward instead of writing into the past, especially since the past is not the story I want to tell … sooo. hmpf

And just by copying these few sentences here, I realize I renamed Ellen into Elle a little later for no good reasons, though I already wondered why the name suddenly feels funny. So I guess I’ll just keep writing and worry about fixing it up later :)


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Tanks crossing, sudden Gunfire
Between the Stars
Lunch Break Adventures – Little Silver Glitter Dress
1st week of Camp NaNoWriMo
Night and Day