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Yvonne slowly came to herself. „Where am I? How did I get here?”, she asked herself involuntarily. The memory came back slowly. She had been tired, had not eaten all day, and had been exposed to particularly intense discussions that morning. „How quickly people feel attacked,“ she kept thinking, „They are so afraid of losing …

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Grete had imagined many scenarios, from mutilation to the terrible eczema that Gregor had attacked overnight. But what she actually saw surpassed her wildest imaginations. Nothing had pointed it out, nothing had prepared her for what she would see. The scream was in her throat and was determined to break the path, but Grete managed …

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If I had not practically run into you, but had seen you in time, I would have hid myself in some cabin or shop that you would not go to, like one of those masking and beautifying stores, but I could not save myself, I was probably also inattentive. Shopping centers are not a place …

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With open mouth and disbelieving eyes, I realized how my previous life crumbled. At last, Mic realized that I was there. His expression was furious as he looked at me piercingly. Excessive fear buried me and every clear thought. „I have to get out of here“ was the only thing I could think of. As …

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Fears accompany my life, even though I have learned to deal with them in the meantime, there is one with which I never really finished. This is probably also due to the frequency of confrontation, because, after all, statistically speaking, women are becoming more and more narrow-breasted, because of the altered, mischievous attitude to life, …

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It was a long day. I am tired. As I sit in the car again and start the engine, my longing does not go to you, but to my bed. Now just curl up and allow the exhausted body rest, that would be the right thing. Much better than sitting in the car for another …

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„You cannot!“ Many others would have said, many who I know and who would not call themselves bad people. On the contrary, they would consider themselves morally integrity. Eventually, they did not beat their partner, were not alcoholics, and did not rob any handbags. Morally intact people, in their understanding, who aligned their lives to …

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Barnabas, the doll that was to sweeten my life, stood with a knife in his hand. Actually, his reaction was logical, because he reflected only my own feelings, the rage and the aggression that had now piled up against him in me.   „You prevented me from living. You made it happen that I lock …

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The waves came crashing on the rocky slopes, splashing and falling. Still, I sat down in the grass watching this show, to see again and again anew, resting, rebuilding, pounding and sinking again. They struck hard at the rock, which seemed to have nothing to do with it, but it was probably not the single …

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