Translation
Diverse Kurzgeschichten...
... und Gedichte
Snow...
Hey you!!
And a new story !! ^^
But, I don't really like it. I don’t know why, I think it’s partly kind of ... hm, I don’t know, maybe a bit confusing.
I hope you like it anyway !! ^^
All the best,
Brie
PS: Please think of the clerks !! ^^ * nice look *
The first snowflakes fell from the sky as she looked out the window into the dark night.Snow ....The white flakes from the sky always reminded you of a very specific event.
It was now 2 years ago. At that time she decided to take a walk in the snow, which was higher than it had been in a long time. Because even as a little girl she had loved the snow. Loved like nothing else.
But on that fateful day, that changed suddenly. The oh-so-white snow turned red. Blood red. And that in front of their eyes.
It was terrible. She reluctantly remembered the day, but every year when the white flakes fell from heaven to earth again, the matter came back to her.And each time as clear as if it were yesterday.
"Maybe it was wrong to come here," she thought sadly. It was winter and her friends wanted to have a picnic anyway. Outdoors.
"You are crazy!", She had accused them. "Then stay at home", her best friend had turned away snippily.
She sighed. "Okay, I'll come with you. When and where?" Her friend happily turned around again. "On Saturday at 3:00 pm we want to meet at the bus stop at the market and then take the bus to the park. Then we will take a walk to our place," she was explained.
"Okay, I'll be there. See you tomorrow."
Yes tomorrow. It was already Friday. Actually she didn't feel like tomorrow, but she had now promised to come. And she never broke her promises.
Saturday. She woke up at 8:00 a.m. Dreams woke her up. Bad dreams. Nightmares. She saw her friends die in the middle of the falling snow."Maybe I should go to bed earlier. Then maybe I don't dream such garbage," she had thought.
But since all attempts to go back to sleep failed, she got up. She sat in her room all day. She just sat there and thought. About what? She didn't know that.
But one thing, she knew very well. She hadn't had the dream for nothing.
2.45 p.m. She woke up yawning. "Oh, did I fall asleep?" She asked herself, glancing at the clock.
As if stung by a tarantula, she jumped up. "Damn. I'm late!" She changed quickly, took the bag with the cake she had baked and put on both her thick boots and her warm coat.
She sprinted to the bus stop. But she was too late. When she turned the corner, she just saw the bus leave.
She hung her head, unhappy. She had let her friends down. She didn't want that. She was happy too.
It had been like that for at least last night.She had baked the marble cake with joy.
Now she would have to take the next bus. Running would be too far.
She looked up again and saw the bus drive down the street.
"See you soon, friends," she whispered and was about to sit on a nearby bench when her eyes suddenly widened.
All she heard was the screeching of the brakes of a train and then the following bang.
She couldn't believe her eyes. A silent scream escaped her throat.
She dropped her bag carelessly and ran. It ran faster than ever before.
Where? To the train. To the train and to the parts of the destroyed bus.
She called out the names of her friends. Hoping someone would answer her.
But she got no answer. Not a single one.
When she reached the scene of the accident, various reporters and police officers were already around the train.
She kept walking. Pushed through the curious crowd. All she wanted now was to see her friends.She wanted to know if they were okay.
"Sorry, but you can't come here, miss," a policewoman stopped her.
"But ... My friends are on the bus! I should have been there too, but I was late because I overslept! Please let me see my friends!" She pleaded.
"Miss. I don't understand what you are talking about. But unfortunately I have to tell you that all the occupants of the bus died ..."
The nice policewoman said a few more words. But she no longer heard them.
Death .... all occupants of the bus ....
She sank weakly to the ground. Hot tears flowed down her cheeks. The people who, besides her family, meant most to her were death. That couldn't be ...
"NO !!!!", she screamed out her sadness. She wept bitter tears. She didn't stop. She also didn't listen to the people who talked to her or the policewoman. She heard nothing. She didn't want to hear anything either.After a while she looked up sadly. Her face was smeared with tears.
The ground in front of her was white. She looked up at the sky and saw that it had started to snow.
Snow ...
What an irony. The beloved became the hated.
Yes, since then she hated the snow.
The pictures came back to her eyes every winter. The snow. The bus. The train and all the blood that she only saw later. Which she never wanted to see. And which she would never forget again ...
And a new story !! ^^
But, I don't really like it. I don’t know why, I think it’s partly kind of ... hm, I don’t know, maybe a bit confusing.
I hope you like it anyway !! ^^
All the best,
Brie
PS: Please think of the clerks !! ^^ * nice look *
The first snowflakes fell from the sky as she looked out the window into the dark night.Snow ....The white flakes from the sky always reminded you of a very specific event.
It was now 2 years ago. At that time she decided to take a walk in the snow, which was higher than it had been in a long time. Because even as a little girl she had loved the snow. Loved like nothing else.
But on that fateful day, that changed suddenly. The oh-so-white snow turned red. Blood red. And that in front of their eyes.
It was terrible. She reluctantly remembered the day, but every year when the white flakes fell from heaven to earth again, the matter came back to her.And each time as clear as if it were yesterday.
"Maybe it was wrong to come here," she thought sadly. It was winter and her friends wanted to have a picnic anyway. Outdoors.
"You are crazy!", She had accused them. "Then stay at home", her best friend had turned away snippily.
She sighed. "Okay, I'll come with you. When and where?" Her friend happily turned around again. "On Saturday at 3:00 pm we want to meet at the bus stop at the market and then take the bus to the park. Then we will take a walk to our place," she was explained.
"Okay, I'll be there. See you tomorrow."
Yes tomorrow. It was already Friday. Actually she didn't feel like tomorrow, but she had now promised to come. And she never broke her promises.
Saturday. She woke up at 8:00 a.m. Dreams woke her up. Bad dreams. Nightmares. She saw her friends die in the middle of the falling snow."Maybe I should go to bed earlier. Then maybe I don't dream such garbage," she had thought.
But since all attempts to go back to sleep failed, she got up. She sat in her room all day. She just sat there and thought. About what? She didn't know that.
But one thing, she knew very well. She hadn't had the dream for nothing.
2.45 p.m. She woke up yawning. "Oh, did I fall asleep?" She asked herself, glancing at the clock.
As if stung by a tarantula, she jumped up. "Damn. I'm late!" She changed quickly, took the bag with the cake she had baked and put on both her thick boots and her warm coat.
She sprinted to the bus stop. But she was too late. When she turned the corner, she just saw the bus leave.
She hung her head, unhappy. She had let her friends down. She didn't want that. She was happy too.
It had been like that for at least last night.She had baked the marble cake with joy.
Now she would have to take the next bus. Running would be too far.
She looked up again and saw the bus drive down the street.
"See you soon, friends," she whispered and was about to sit on a nearby bench when her eyes suddenly widened.
All she heard was the screeching of the brakes of a train and then the following bang.
She couldn't believe her eyes. A silent scream escaped her throat.
She dropped her bag carelessly and ran. It ran faster than ever before.
Where? To the train. To the train and to the parts of the destroyed bus.
She called out the names of her friends. Hoping someone would answer her.
But she got no answer. Not a single one.
When she reached the scene of the accident, various reporters and police officers were already around the train.
She kept walking. Pushed through the curious crowd. All she wanted now was to see her friends.She wanted to know if they were okay.
"Sorry, but you can't come here, miss," a policewoman stopped her.
"But ... My friends are on the bus! I should have been there too, but I was late because I overslept! Please let me see my friends!" She pleaded.
"Miss. I don't understand what you are talking about. But unfortunately I have to tell you that all the occupants of the bus died ..."
The nice policewoman said a few more words. But she no longer heard them.
Death .... all occupants of the bus ....
She sank weakly to the ground. Hot tears flowed down her cheeks. The people who, besides her family, meant most to her were death. That couldn't be ...
"NO !!!!", she screamed out her sadness. She wept bitter tears. She didn't stop. She also didn't listen to the people who talked to her or the policewoman. She heard nothing. She didn't want to hear anything either.After a while she looked up sadly. Her face was smeared with tears.
The ground in front of her was white. She looked up at the sky and saw that it had started to snow.
Snow ...
What an irony. The beloved became the hated.
Yes, since then she hated the snow.
The pictures came back to her eyes every winter. The snow. The bus. The train and all the blood that she only saw later. Which she never wanted to see. And which she would never forget again ...