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cake

“Here take it!” he tried to push it on her, the seemingly smallest piece of cake, and she nearly took it “I don’t want it!”

» Posted By soil On 06.09.2014 @ 9:47 am

stillness

Sie kniet zu Ihren Füßen, während Sie weiterlaufen und sie zurücklassen. Ebenso wie die Äpfel. Sie kniet und ihre Hände und die Schürze bleiben leer.

» Posted By soil On 05.31.2014 @ 11:58 am

bonfire

God, how he had exposed himself. So stupid. But unavoidable. How coud John not have noticed! “Amazing how fire exposes our priorities.” It had been his own Words. Did John really never listen to him?

» Posted By soil On 05.30.2014 @ 1:00 am

desolation

Der Grund unter ihren Fingerspitzen war bröselig und trocken, rau. Unter dem Druck der Hand täumte sich Staub auf, der ihren Arm hinauf wanderte und auf ihre Haut legte.

» Posted By soil On 05.29.2014 @ 6:10 am

framework

Stupid! She thought. And than she retraced what had happened. It might not have worked out, but … . Daring – she reconcidered and rephrased it. Because she had tried.

» Posted By soil On 05.21.2014 @ 7:34 am

Stupid. She thought. And than she backsteped. It might not have worked out. Daring, she reconcidered and rephrased it. Because she had tried.

» Posted By soil On 05.20.2014 @ 1:05 pm

desperation

Where to turn? Or to whom? He does not know. Should he scream? Probably not. But maybe he will? Then again: when?

» Posted By soil On 05.11.2014 @ 9:18 am

mass

They weren’t enough. They needed more people to push through the gates. But all those who would have been willing to help, were beyond. Locked away they told them, as if it were some safety measure, and the majority accepted it that way. The small but strongly pushing crowd knew better.

» Posted By soil On 10.09.2012 @ 6:53 am

happy

“Dazu fällt mir jetzt nichts ein!” Ihr lautes Lachen betrug Ihre Worte.
Er gönnte ihr die kurze Freude.

» Posted By soil On 10.08.2012 @ 10:43 am

possible

It’s possible they say. But truth is: It’s impossible. At least for him. Maybe she could work it out. He should aske her. She would make it possible for him.

» Posted By soil On 10.06.2012 @ 11:26 am

walls

Die Hand unter seinem Fuß drückte ihn nach oben. Aber seine Fingerspitzen konnten noch nicht das Ende der Wand berühren.
“So wird das nie was!” Es war mehr ein stilles Fluchen zu sich selbst, aber sie fühlte sich als hätte er sie angesprochen.
“Dann nimm ab!”
Sie drückte ihn jedoch weiter in die Höhe und seine Finger griffen um die Kante.

» Posted By soil On 10.05.2012 @ 10:27 am

He screams. He knocks. In fact he pounds his fists against the wall. But he can’t break through to her. She doen’t answer. And he knows: If he can’t find a way to reach her, she won’t answer ever again.

» Posted By soil On 10.05.2012 @ 10:13 am

combine

Auf ihrer Stirn stehen Schweißperlen. Ihre Hände schmerzen und sie spürrt die ersten Schwielen. Trotzdem gräbt sie weiter. Neben ihr liegt der grobe Leinensack. Er riecht unangenehm süßlich. Aber sie wird ihn vergraben. Und dann wird er, und das was darin ist, irgendwann nichts weiter als Erde sein. Zumindestens hofft sie das. Denn sicher ist sie sich nicht.

» Posted By soil On 10.02.2012 @ 2:33 pm

vote

Er wäre gerne nervös gewesen und hätte sich in dem erwartungsvollen Unwissen gewusst. Aber diesen Wunsch bekam er nicht. Es stand bereits fest wen er wählen würde, bevor auch nur einer der Beiden etwas gesagt hatte. Und das war sie. Obwohl ihr Vorschlag nichts als Probleme bringen würde.

» Posted By soil On 10.01.2012 @ 2:49 am

affairs

He noticed how she kept looking at him. Barely perceivable. Until now she hadn’t dared to approach him. But she knew he had noticed. He was sure of that. She was just acting like any other women contemplating to initiate negotiations.

» Posted By soil On 09.26.2012 @ 9:09 am

before

He laughed. Loud. This girl was still hilarious. She shouldn’t have been. She should have been upset and terrified. But she was nothing of the like.
Yeah, she wasn’t what one would call sane. At least not completly. But she wasn’t as broken as him. Maybe not broken at all.
She made him feel calm and colected. Nothing like what she made him feel before, but she put him out of his madness.

» Posted By soil On 09.25.2012 @ 10:41 am

afraid

She can’t move. Breathing feels difficult. To difficult to do. Everything stands still. At least in her mind. And she hopes it will last. She feels far from reality. Which is good. Because this thing which she should face …… she can’t assess what will happen.

» Posted By soil On 09.24.2012 @ 7:45 am

people

I sit and listen. Silently. I don’t know what to answer. Because you may ask a thousand of questions, but all I can hear are expectations. And those expectations are what you want me to answer. But I can’t. Maybe if I were someone else. Someone of the many different people you’d like me to be. Only I am not ‘people’. I am me.

» Posted By soil On 09.22.2012 @ 12:40 pm

trial

Er wünschte er wüsste, was Sache ist. Aber alles Wünschen half nichts. Er verstand es nicht. Er sah nur die erwartungsvollen Augen. Er sah sie und vestand nicht, was sie von ihm wolten.

» Posted By soil On 09.21.2012 @ 1:50 pm

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