Some time ago I became seriously ill. With seriously, I mean getting close to meeting Azrael personally, at least three times. With a white blood cell count considered extremely high even for the type of illness I had, the resulting stroke, hemiplegia, pneumonia, and cerebral edema, to be able to walk and talk again almost like before, I have to count myself lucky.
What I learned: Life as you know it can be over in a blink of a moment. In theory, I knew this, but suddenly being confronted w
Poems with an accent
I like to write. However, why attempt to write in a language other than the one I learned first. One reason: Over 130 Million people speak German (https://www.deutschland.de/en/topic/culture/the-german-language-surprising-facts-and-figures)
More than 3 Billion people speak/understand English. Duh.
I’ve come a long way from
There is a cat.
The cat is fat.
The cat lies on a mat.
to my first novel long story written in English. Red Running Shoes.
Around four pm, mini-cat became restless. She wandered around the house and followed me everywhere. Then around ten, she had her first contractions. The first kitten, a large black and white, was born at 11:15. Sadly Alpha was dead by the time it was finally born.
The second (Bravo) came an hour later. It was barely alive and we quickly cut the umbilical cord and rubbed it dry with a towel. For a short time, we thought we would lose it too, but it got stronger when we fed it with dry milk f
In 1788, Carlos III of Spain decided that he wanted some of the exotic plants, flowers and trees from his territories in South and Central America brought over to adorn his palace in Madrid. Trouble was the flora needed a stop-off point to become acclimatized to their new environment. The Canary Islands, with their sub-tropical climate, seemed the ideal choice, so Carlos drew up a Royal Decree on August 17th of that year declaring the establishment of an "acclimatization garden" in Puerto de La
We had a bad storm in February, which meant our carnival parade has been cancelled. My city is famous for its political floats and we couldn't just not have a parade, which means we had it today.
The weather was perfect, so were the floats IMO.
For those who speak a little German, although most of the floats are self-explanatory.
There's no talking around this: I'm stuck. The first chapter and prologue is written, but I'm not happy. Beside some minor things I'm struggling with perspectives. I'm experimenting with authorial (omniscient) narrator perspective, but I'm afraid I end up head-hopping a lot. The other option is I change the perspective mid-story, not ideal either.
Then my summer antho story is nudging me. In my head it's almost written and I itch to actually start the piece. There's some beta-reading too.
I can't believe it but today I got a Pinterest account. I like to look for inspiring pictures when I write a story and found so many it was either download them, make a link list, or well, get an account. I thought some of you might be interested in the pics as well, especially when the first chapter is finally posted, so a wall it was. I will add more while I'm writing the story.
Lost & Found pins
Later you might add your own ideas, inspirations or dragon tattoos. (If you ha
M. has to memorize and recite a Shakespeare sonnet for school.
Most important criterion: No ‘thee’, ‘thou’ and ‘hath’ and shit.
My comment: I never found ‘shit’ in a Shakespeare sonnet before, so I googled it. I didn’t find any, thank God.
His final decision fell on Sonnet 130.
Next step: How do I pronounce this shit? Again with the shit… Anyway, for a German student that’s not an easy task. He needed some help and he found Stephen Fry:
I am embarrassed and ashamed. I hoped that people in my country would never say things like ’Fucking niggers! Let them drown. We should burn them.’ ever again. But they do. Out in the open, not hidden anymore in some back room. And they do more. They burn down refugee homes, they organize torch parades, they post hate speeches on facebook and other the social medias.
We are a democracy. They are allowed to do at least some of this. But I say No! Loud and clear. I neither tolerate nor accept
Cecil was an African lion who primarily lived in the Hwange National Park in Matabeleland North, Zimbabwe. On 1 July 2015, he was shot to death by an American dentist and big-game hunter, Walter James Palmer, who had wounded him with an arrow two days earlier. Cecil's death resulted in international outrage and condemnation. (wikipedia)
Killer of Cecil the lion was dentist from Minnesota, claim Zimbabwe officials
Cecil had a rare black fringed mane and has been studied by scientists fro
I'm not here as often as I used to or want to. If I read stories or forum entries, I do that in the car, a hospital room or some hallway on my phone. Therefore I don't comment on them and I apologize. A member of my family is seriously ill and although she isn't my favorite person, she is still family and I support my family.
I am writing and Cole agreed to beta-read for me. If it is any good there will be a new story from me, probably when summer is over.
Thank you. aditus
Vampires. Since they started to glitter you think you read it all.
I loved/feared vampires since I secretly watched Christopher Lee with my best friend Natasha and hid under the comforter when it became too much. I think I was eight. Count von Count was one of my favorite Muppets. Later I got the shivers watching Count Orlok, tried to imitate Bela Lugosi's accent and wow how I loved 'Lost Boys'.
I could go on and on, telling you about 'Blade', Vlad the Impaler, Irish myths or even admit