So here is the second chapter. It is dedicated to all the commissioners wrote to me. To be honest, I was a little sad that there were only two. (If someone else has written something, just improve the number)


Sniff. Am I writing so badly? Damn melancholy again.


Well, nagging is of no use to me either!


Have fun!


PS: Thanks to you Paen, as far as I know you have written something under all my FFs, really nice of you.










Between heaven and hell


Chapter One, Act Two: Discoveries






"Back you insolent snot spoon!" Desperately she tried to keep the little beasts at bay, which pressed their petite bodies against their own stocky body, which she always claimed consisted of only heavy bones. The little charlatans simply had no respect for her as a steward, she had noticed at the latest in the moment kept warm by many angry tongues, when her underwear tied to a red toy airplane flew over the school and she climbed the chimney at the mercy of the general laughter had to and almost broke her neck trying to catch the plane with her scarf in vain.



Miss Danden turned her head in the direction of the young people who were huddled in a corner and laughed up their sleeves, hissed angrily, "Help me, you gang of useless people!" and literally bombarded them with venomous looks. The group of 13-18 year olds, especially keen to appear disinterested, which was pure irony given the fact that they were huddled together like a flock of sheep on tiptoe, did their best to ignore the screaming and screeching woman.




So I had mercy and withdrew the little one, who now stood there in my arms blissfully like Hindu cows. My voice dripping with mockery, preaching a sermon on good behavior, I pushed the laughing children down the aisle.


But I couldn't help wondering who was lying in the little old hospital room. Certainly they were interesting strangers, otherwise the headmistress wouldn't keep them under lock and key.

So I pushed myself back into the waiting crowd and made my way through the sweaty bodies ... not without receiving one or two outrageous slaps on the buttocks, which this time I left unpunished and only acknowledged with a dirty look. When I got behind the beefy, wide-legged Tylor, the door was opened ... I quickly crouched down and hid behind his leg, which, in view of the sky, was not a problem for beautiful, well-formed and, above all, large muscles. She would surely have noticed me if she hadn't been too busy giving the other pitiable a sermon, which previously resembled mine to the last word, I had learned it by heart, so often I had heard it because I was secretly into it Grove crept, but hers was nowhere near as ironic.




Cleverly like a thief, I crept into the dark room, always taking care not to cough when I inhaled the stale air that smelled of dust.Strangely enough, it was still permeated by the smell ... yes, definitely it smelled of man. I knew the smell well enough but Tyler had sneaked into my room a thousand times to watch me change ... at some point I started ... to smell the roast. So now I wrinkled my nose, but kept sliding over the rough wooden floorboards. I could barely see my own hand as I slowly felt for the light switch. My splayed fingers touched the cool, brittle plastic.




But I still hesitated. My chest rose and fell under the red linen dress, I could feel the cool sweat on my furrowed forehead. I was doing something forbidden here. Until now I had always tried to act according to my conscience, when I went into the forest it was right for me and also the help with the humiliation Miss, why she called herself that I don't understand today ..., Danden's was in legitimate justice in my eyes.I nodded affirmatively in the dark, but now ... Something was wrong here. Slowly I let my hand drop and felt with the other on the floor. Nobody could count on the roller skate, damn gang, they actually played in the four walls of the hospital room. I slowly slid sideways while my hand landed on the light switch with a loud crack, destroying it completely. I straighten up slowly, my gaze fixed on the floor. The trembling hands on the floorboards ... it was quiet, outside you must have heard the noise. Someone was breathing next to me. My gaze wandered to the steel slatted frame of the old bed, which curved down with a groan as the person next to me slowly straightened up. My breath was panting, I slowly raised my head ... and screamed .... The headmistress stormed into the room, I heard the excited shouts of my friends. The door was slammed angrily, Mrs. Binger clapped her hands in front of her wrinkled, good-natured face and mumbled in disbelief: "In God's name ... what is that ?!"

I stopped screaming, I stopped breathing because of the shock. Struggling to keep my composure, I began to doubt my sanity and slowly slipped back. What was that?!


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Strange to wander in the fog!


Every bush and stone is lonely,


No tree sees the other


Everyone is alone.




The world was full of friends


When my life was still light;


Now that the fog falls,


Is nobody visible anymore.




Verily no one is wise


Who does not know the dark


That inescapably and quietly


Separates him from everything.




Strange to wander in the fog!


Life is loneliness.


Nobody knows the other


everyone is alone.






Boo! Somehow ... something is wrong here! But I don't like my stories anyway ...

Are you at least a little interested in what happens next? Then WRITE COMMENTS.


This is important for me. And I have another question: Should I continue to write poems and sayings under my stories?


So post your opinion and your criticism!


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