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Night is when the memories creep in

23 Sep

He made me cry, again. And he’s not even here anymore. I truly would have never thought that he could hurt me so much. I’ve given him so much power over me. Too much. Never again.

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Having a purpose or Diary Excerpt

28 Dec

Though this fits perfectly with story of which parts you can see in the menu at the top of the screen, it is also an excerpt from my diary, so thoughts written in the heat of the moment during my attending a revelatory tennis camp at a famous tennis academy in Florida that inspired my writing of the above mentioned long story.

This post will also count as day 4 of this week’s writing challenge.

Weekly Writing Challenge: Just Do It!.


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Daily Prompt: Just a Dream

20 Dec

»Daily Prompt: Just a Dream

via Daily Prompt: Just a Dream.

You’re having a nightmare, and have to choose between three doors. Pick one, and tell us about what you find on the other side.

Ever since I was little, I have had very vivid nightmares. Sometimes I would know I was dreaming but was unable to wake up, and sometimes, I was so caught in the action, I would scream out loud or get up in my sleep.

This part of dreaming, that you have no control over your actions or whatever is happening, is the most scary to me and so for this dream, the one in which I have to chose between three doors, I am again a spectator.

I see myself facing those doors, and I immediately feel a lump in my throat. something is not right and I want to warn that person I see, I want to warn me not to proceed. But I have no voice to scream, no body to move and stop her/myself, I only have eyes to watch me open the door from the left, (I always chose the left side, even when I’m awake), and stare at the horror behind.

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Writing the pages

19 Dec

Today I’ll post a somewhat continuation of the writing I’ve been doing and posted in previous weeks. This was the last part: Story writing. Now for the rest:

“I should decide to pursue a career in acting” thought Laura after tricking her father into believing her red tear-swollen face was the result of her falling down the stairs and resulting excruciating pain and not of yet another mental breakdown she had. “Well, it’s not really a mental breakdown”.

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Story writing

19 Nov

Since it is very important for me to actually show somebody what I’ve been writing, i have found some time to translate and upload a continuation of the story I have started some time ago. If you want to know what previously happened you can check the first two parts by clicking on the following links:

Writing a novel


Continuing writing a novel.

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Writing a novel

11 Nov

This is a sample from what I’ve been trying to write. Hope you enjoy it and feel free to criticise. I need an audience to find out my mistakes.


The ball went flying past her. She didn’t even see it. Doubtful, she looked at the mark that was touching the white line. „Pff, what a lucky shot.” she thought.


“C’mon, it doesn’t matter. Pick yourself up.” But her return stopped in the net band. “No, no, no. It’s not working. Why isn’t it working? Calm down.”

“ Forty-love.”

The serve came powerful, but on her direction and si managed to hit it back. The ball however, returned with an incredible speed and her blocked backhand couldn’t do anything else but send it in the tribunes. “Damm.”

“ Game, miss kennel. Miss Kennel leads 3 games to love.”

“Aww”, the disappointed sights of the spectators were already becoming exclamations. “What’s with her? Why isn’t she focusing? We didn’t come here for this. She looks like an amateur.”

Laura wasn’t sure whether she was imagining or actually hearing the public’s questions.

It didn’t even matter. While she believed them true, they were affecting her; and not in a positive way. She tried to suggest herself to prove them wrong. It usually worked. She had always been good at succeeding when nobody else had hope in her, but now….Something was different. She felt stunned and unable to see the escape of the situation. She was overexcited but she couldn’t use this energy that overwhelmed her but against her and the seconds were flying fast.

“ Time.”

While she was standing up, a look from the crowd drew her attention. A blond guy, with blu-green eyes was watching her attentively. He looked as if he were trying to reach her, to understand what was happening in her mind. Time stood still, or at least she felt it that way. Laura decided to play for him, to show him she could. Before, she managed to do the same. She would pick one person from the stands for whom to fight and for whom to win. Today, at this match, he was going to be that person.

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