LittleCherryBlossom26

George was mad. He felt like hitting every single thing that was on his way. But that wasn’t something proper to do in a hospital or in your relatives’ house. He was mad at himself for not being able to hold Karl back but he was also mad at the Dane for daring to leave him. How could have he been stupid enough to think Carl could care enough about him to choose him over his bloody country? He needed to stay alone for a while, so he found an empty room and sat on the bed, creating a thu

@Anton_ClocheHey, I love bad Monday puns! 😀 They make it look brighter! Well, you asked where I write/post from, so I write and post from France, in an average city in the Alps region, and so we had some really hot and sunny days a bit before summer officially came (though sometimes interspersed with rain and thunder...), but lately it's been only rain, darkness and storms... Dang, I had been waiting for summer so patiently... And oh, yeah, seeing snow in early April was also quite a thing! I love seasons! 🙃 You also wrote: "Looking forward (please) to a more uplifting next few chapters. Hopefully with both Kristian and Kurt intact! (You wouldn't want to upset little 'Rosy' and leave her without "my protector" And possibly adopting her as his 'ward'?). Well, it's complicated during a war period to have happy moments... But no, no worry to have about this, I would never want to upset Lil' Rosy, she's so precious and has already lost her parents... I'm not that cruel! Now time to get to work!! Thanks for your comments ❤️

"Lille Havfrue means Little Mermaid in Danish. And you make me think of her." "Could you teach me Danish?" "I will when I go back." Rosy made a face. "Do you really have to leave?" "Yeah." She looked like she was about to cry. "But why?" Karl remained silent for a long moment, his heart clenching in his chest. "Because I gave word I would help end this madness, for my family and people who are prisoners of the foreign invaders." he paused. "I don't kn

@Doha Thank you for reading 😀 I'm really glad to know you enjoy his story 😊

They were lying awake in bed as if they were alone in the world. They were facing each other, eyes locking into each other’s, only a small gap separating them. George’s heart was finally at peace. He had to squint his eyes so he could see Carl clearly, over and over again, but he didn’t mind. Karl’s thumb caressed his cheek with such softness that his stomach wouldn’t stop flutter. He relished in it, his brown eyes worshipping him with a kind of love he had never felt for anyone b

🤣 @Philippe Welcome to my world! I've been losing track of time lately... 😅 😂 But I'm super glad you enjoyed those two 😊 I'll try to be more reactive for the next update!! xx

Christmas 1941 Karl couldn’t believe he was finally back. He smiled as they reached the front door of Mrs. Hopkins’s parents’ house. The streets were growing dark by that time and the cold made them undesirable. But Karl’s excitement that was bubbling up in his chest and stomach was enough to keep him warm. Arthur didn’t even have time to knock as the door opened. It looked like they had been watching out for them. Karl’s smile only widened. No greetings could be exchanged as Mrs.

@GanymedeRex I can only agree with you about the age concern, but I wanted to try to show this through the family's perspective, which I may have not done that well, but the matter of perspective is not that easy to master!! But I'm really glad for you to think that's it's a great story premise Thank you so much!

December 14th, 1941 Dear Karl, I hope this letter will find you well as all the others did. Winter has come and although this snow is beautiful, I fear it might be stained by men’s blood in some places where I never wish anyone to go. We heard about the United States of America entering the war to bring its support to us and our allies. This help cannot be turned down of course, but for some reason, I cannot help but be afraid of the outcome if we win this war. But through

“Together.” “Forever.” Those two words had been haunting him for the past few months. He hadn’t had any other new visions until that time. He had only heard voices, voices that kept echoing in his mind when he expected it the least. They were always the same and he knew whom they belonged to. He was curious as to why he could still have the sound and not the image. He had been already confused enough, he didn’t need that to add. He couldn’t deny anymore that all of that had

He had managed to spend two whole weeks without talking to Jørgen. Of course, the latter had tried several times to talk to him, but very time they would meet, he’d find a way to run away and avoid confrontation. Thank whoever he didn’t insist too much. Or rather thank the Lieutenant General for helping him by lending him his room and having a word with him. He hadn’t had any news from Edgar since the last time they had met, neither had he seen Arthur. It still felt weird not to have

The sun was just rising as he came back to the station. The dorms were already empty. He remained for a long while sitting still on his bed, hugging his knees to his chest. He wished he could just stop thinking and reminiscing, not only about this but anything. But this meant dying. He kept glancing at the door every five minutes or so. Jørgen would end up coming back sooner or later. Since they shared the same dorms, it would be impossible to avoid him. B

Nineteen years old. Almost twenty. But he didn’t even look like he was nineteen. He still had childish looks and not quite the stature of a man yet. He finished getting ready for the day and averted his gaze from his reflection in the only mirror they had in their dorms. As usual, he left the room in Jørgen’s company. But as he aimed for his classroom, Jørgen stopped before him, preventing him from going any further as he wondered why he was doing that. “Where are you going?”

The sky was dark and his flat was a mess. Only a few days had passed, but his routine was still the same. Waking up early. Spending his whole day at the hospital, going to the pub to see Rosemary, Paul and Emma, sometimes paying a visit to his uncle and aunt, and then going back to his flat for a short night after eating only a slice of meat with some bread. But that evening something was not normal. His heart skipped a beat and his jaw clenched. “What are you doing here? Get

As soon as she was allowed to get out of the hospital, George took Rosemary with him. He waited for the night to fall and sneaked out so they wouldn’t get caught. Nobody could be trusted anymore in times of war. There was something about it that made people paranoid. Except your loved ones. He knew he could always count on them. They would always have his back. He could go to the house of Margaret’s parents, but he decided to go to Emma’s pub where Paul had been staying for a while now

Karl really couldn’t understand it. He was having one of his reading lessons with the Lieutenant General in the common room. But he wasn’t in the mood. He had been thinking again about these visions. After that time he had wanted to run away, none of them hadn’t happened again. Mimír really liked playing with his nerves and sanity. Karl was still deeply focused on the page. But he couldn’t focus on the words anymore. They didn’t make any sense to him. “I started having weird

@astone2292 Thank you so much for this great article ❤️ I really enjoyed answering these questions!! I've enjoyed reading the comments too May it be the beginning of so much more awesome stuff like this !!!

@DaveinLA I've just read your two comments and firstly, I really thank you for sharing your thoughts, I really appreciate it. Then I have to say, I'm sorry if I made you want to give up on the story, and although I can understand this justified frustration, i think it would be a shame to giveup on it just for this detail, even if this mistake is unthinkable, which I cannot disagree with. This author does see the importance of bridging the language barrier, but she doesn't see it as something as important as to prevent from keeping the story going on, but after all we all have our own perception of things that can differ. This mistake was intentional but now I admit it wasn't really clever of me to make this choice... This was intentional because I wished for Karl to learn to see beyond words, to learn to communicate with body language. Of course, words are the key to communicate and you're right about the context, so I think I should have chosen a more remote time for this like Middle Ages ora much poorer family, but I don't think they could have afforded to take him in... But anyway the point I'm trying to make here is that body language is quite important and I think there isn't enough focus on it in general. Think about Charlie Chaplin movies. They were mute yet they held deep meaning. So I think it's not such a bad thing to have this barrier language because Karl needs to learn to observe people and a world that is unknown to him, to rediscover life in a new light before voicing his opinions, to get used to this new life to be natural again with the people surrounding him. He has never been taught to think for himself, although being illogical and I can only agree with this. But can't we just appreciate the beauty lying in the untold? The stories hidden behind these characters that they won't reveal, making you eager to know more, the sorrow and pain hiding behind their relaxed, kind, stoic or angry appearances in George's case? If there is not a minimum of mystery in a story, there is no interest in reading. That's just my opinion, but words can spoil too much sometimes. But anyway most importantly, what you should bear in mind is that this story hasn't been edited yet. It's still at the stage of first draft, and I started publishing here intentionnaly with the objective of having feedback like yours that could help me improve and edit this story later. So as some time has passed I think I should have made an effort with this problem of communication, but I'm still working on the third part, so editing the beginning isn't my to priority just yet. I'll be even happier if I can have more feedback like yours in the meantime, for I find it really constructive to compare and contrast points of views about a same subject, so once again I really thank you for your comments, and especially for your interest in this story. And I hope my response won't make you want even more to give up on this story, because in spite of this, overall I think it's really worth a try at least. Perhaps some of my readers who read it until the end can confirm it. Don't worry anyway, Karl will still be able to learn English. Much love. LitleCherryBlossom26

One evening, as he had just finished his various lessons, Karl came across Arthur again, in the same room as last time, when he had met the French guy. He was playing chess again. Alone of course. He didn’t really seem to enjoy people’s company… He decided to take his chance and get him to talk. Just to say anything. Even if it was something trivial. “Can I play with you ?” He asked with a neutral tone. “Just one game.” The man came to a still but kept focusing on the game. Karl

Another day that was just the same as the others. The hospital was animated with the usual hustle and bustle. It just seemed to get more and more crowded as the days passed. When he thought he could get some sleep last night he only happened to have a weird dream. But strangely he could remember it quite well, even though it made no sense to him. He was in a desert, a desert that seemed to be endless, but he wasn’t alone, and neither was he lost. Karl was with him, and Paul was there t

He’s been gone for quite a while now…. George slapped himself out of it. “Shut up, dummy brain. You’d rather memorise everything I have to know,” he grumbled as he was wandering through the hospital’s corridors. People were too busy to even pay attention to a madman talking to himself. He was tired. After spending so many sleepless nights his body had been reading negatively, but this wasn’t going to prevent him from standing on his feet. As he kept walking he came across one of t

Karl’s heart was beating fast, too fast, but he was unable to calm down. With his hand trembling, he was having some trouble putting his outfit on. “Relax. You’ll see, it’s not that hard,” Jørgen spoke confidently and flashed a bright smile as he helped him with his tie. Karl swallowed hard. His throat was dry, like it was most of the time. “You’ll see the adrenaline it creates. It’ll be twice as strong once you’re in the air. It’s awes

Dear Karl, We are all doing well despite the bombings. None of us has been wounded yet, Thank God for it. As long as each of us is all right, we can take it. But I am afraid that they will keep doing this for quite some time… And yes, we are still living at my parents’s for the time being. Oh my dear, this is so sweet of you. But we will find a new home before you can go back to see us, hopefully. It would be a wonderful surprise, wouldn’t it ? A brand new house. The symbol of a promise f

Karl’s being was filled with a feeling he had forgotten for a while as he could see the sun shining again and illuminating the grim buildings. Snow hadn’t disappeared yet, but the sun would help make it melt. However this feeling of satisfaction soon faded away. Karl couldn’t stop staring out of the window. He knew he had to move, to get to work; but his mind was too far away. His brain and heart were too heavy for that. Whenever he was in the dorms and not talking to Jørgen, he would

Time passed fast yet the days were long, how contradictory, wasn’t it ? Karl couldn’t explain it. Tried to find a way to, but he guessed it would take more than just a few minutes a day. He had received no answer to his latest letter yet and could only wait and try not to be anxious. He was sitting in a classroom, scribbling mindlessly on a blank sheet of paper as if he had nothing better to do, like studying. They wouldn’t let him fly a plane yet. He could only watch the mor