Hall oils there I am again. In a good mood and fresh. I thank those who wrote me clerks.


(Again so few TT .... but the hell I will bring this FF to an end and if it's the last thing I do! Harhar you will continue to be tortured!) But I don't understand why people wrote me more clerks than I still exhibited short stories ...


Don't worry if you haven't checked everything yet ..... Just so much. The main actress tells this story.


It's pretty difficult for me to keep up with this thing, I have another new idea for a story. I am very inconsistent there. You have to support me! Oh yes! Would someone please write something in my guestbook? That would be super nice ;-)






Between heaven and hell


Chapter 1, third act: Ghosts ?!




The old Binger ran swaying to me and put her comfortably soft arms around me. Pressed against her soft bosom, I trembled like an aspen leaf and sobbed in the smell of freshly baked cookies.I loved her cookie so much, especially the one with chocolate ...




But I couldn't take my eyes off the boy's pale blue eyes. He had a strange hair color, just like the little girl who lay on another steel bed, breathing calmly and deeply. Her eyes closed tightly, as if her body wouldn’t let her wake up again. But probably the strangest thing was ... that it was transparent. Yes, behind him I could see the entire team of horrified nurses who had never been deployed before. He himself was probably very surprised by my reaction, he had been an extraordinary womanizer until now, but he looked at his hands and studied the ground, he could understand me a little.




He exhaled, panting, and jumped up startled to look down at himself. Clearly he was ... a ghost. Or something like that. At that point, I didn't really understand what was going on.With a look at his, also lying in another bed, slightly transparent friend and the little girl who shared the same fate, he jumped forward, grabbed my collar and shook me vigorously back and forth. Mrs. Binger gave a startled cry. The headmistress also made an effort to help me, but didn't really dare. She didn't want to irritate the muscular boy any more. As such, she was against any kind of interference, as she had often proven when she let her protégés sort out quarrels on her own. I guess that was why we got along with her. We didn't interfere, she didn't interfere. A silent agreement between two completely different generations.




With wide eyes I looked at the angry young man in front of me, but tried not to defend myself. The fact that it was transparent made me so perplexed that I couldn't stop being amazed.He hissed softly, "What have you done to us ?!" The pressure of his hand grew stronger. Until old Binger gave him one with her embroidery and spoke in a reproachful voice: "Young man, calm down, the child hasn't done anything. The poor thing is getting a shock for life!" She took a deep breath and looked through the thick ones Glasses on the astonished face of the young man, who had apparently come to his senses and was now looking at me apologetically. Then she asked calmly: "Where are you from, what's your name?"


I had often thought that there was more to the old woman than she showed and so I marveled at how the person addressed turned around and spoke politely and with a rueful voice.




"I'm really sorry ..." he said "I'm Trunks Briefs and ... um ... we were on our way to a tent camp ... with the coach ... Where ... where are the others and ... “He took a deep breath,“ what happened to us? ”Now we all looked perplexed.The director stepped forward, cleared her throat audibly and then explained that the three had been found lying on the road. In this state, however, it had been impossible to openly present it to everyone .... "It was an accident that Laurie burst into the room. She will receive her sentence." With a dirty look in my direction, she held out her hand to the boy and said, "My name is Mirella Huten, director of the Hankers Hill Orphanage. "


Trunks took her hand and shook it vigorously. The confusion was written on his face. For me it was the annoyance. It promised to be a long afternoon. Copy full of texts and memorize stupid poems. Huten would think of something.


I got up slowly and dusted the dust from my dress, while with a disgruntled look I picked up my roller skate and made my way to the door, I mumbled: "I'll see you in the torture chamber (We called them that. ..) 'Mrs. Huten "

The crowd waiting for answers was waiting for me in the corridor, but I was just able to escape from them. Not without ruining my best garment while sliding down the laundry chute, of course ...




In a bad mood, I stomped into the girls' bedroom crammed with several beds. It was dark inside and the cold wind whistling through the small cracks made me shiver. It was getting scary. I padded carefully through the darkness. I spun around, startled. There! There had been something. A sob. And it was certainly not the eerie howling of the wind that had made me shiver many nights. No, it sounded ... human and distorted. Heaven what was going on today, until yesterday I had complained about boredom ...


I tried desperately to look through the darkness, to see what was hidden in the flickering shadows. What was so awful that it shouldn't be seen ...

I swallowed hard. There it was again! And ... a sound as if something heavy was dragging across the floor.


I spun around trying to determine ..... Oh God. With a sharp scream I jumped aside ......




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Now you've already gone, child


And didn't know anything about life


Meanwhile in our dead years


We old people are still trapped.




One breath, one eye game


To taste the air and light of the earth,


Was it enough for you and already too much;


You fell asleep, no longer waking up.




Maybe in this breath and look


Are all games, all faces


Of all your life appeared to you,


Startled you withdrew.




Maybe when our eyes, child


Once extinguished, it will seem to us

You would have from the earth, child,


seen no more than yours.




So dala the usual poem! Hope you liked it. Somehow I've been putting less effort into writing lately ... well. What do you think what scared you so much?


I can tell you one thing if everything goes as planned ... you will soon be pretty surprised too ...


For those who understand this earlier: Pst don't tell anyone * g *




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