Chaos. Die Ritter der ersten Reihe wurden seitlich geschleudert, die hinteren holten ihre Schwerter aus den Scheiden und gaben ihr Bestes. Ein Kommandant kam zu mir und gab mir ein Pferd. Er sagte: – Renn, die anderen sind schon unterwegs. Hier ist keine Hoffnung mehr. Dann ging er. Ich wollte kämpfen. Aber manchmal muss man … Continue reading Der Schwan 4
Alles war schwarz. Kein Raum, keine Zeit. Und da standen sie. Gewaltig erhoben sich diese imposanten Figuren wie riesige Statuen in einer zeitlosen Wüste. Die leeren Augenhöhlen starrten mich an, während die weißen Marmorknochen gespannt in meiner Richtung warteten. Ihre Speere waren monumental. Mein Herz fing an zu rasen. Ich rannte. Wieder mal. Nur diesmal … Continue reading Der Schwan 3
“I learned that courage was not the absence of fear, but the triumph over it. The brave man is not he who does not feel afraid, but he who conquers that fear.” ― Nelson Mandela I believe the day they told me it is ok to take the easy way I was not paying attention. … Continue reading Nausea
“Actual happiness always looks pretty squalid in comparison with the overcompensations for misery. And, of course, stability isn’t nearly so spectacular as instability. And being contented has none of the glamour of a good fight against misfortune, none of the picturesqueness of a struggle with temptation, or a fatal overthrow by passion or doubt. Happiness … Continue reading The song of the Sirens
“When I was a little girl I used to read fairy tales. In fairy tales you meet Prince Charming and he’s everything you ever wanted. In fairy tales the bad guy is very easy to spot. The bad guy is always wearing a black cape so you always know who he is. Then you grow … Continue reading The Fairy tale
She stopped for a brief moment, realizing the deep emptiness pushing harder and harder against her chest again and again, drawing attention to the smothering blackness eating her from the inside, reaching through the bones into the brain, poisoning it with thoughts, gnawing slowly at her soul. Her hearth had fallen out somewhere along the … Continue reading Introspection
Aromatic deception 