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    • Hi uh ich hab so ein dings mit zwei Freunden von mir angefangen, ich hab verschiedene Writing Prompts auf pinterest zusammen gesammelt und wir suchen jetzt immer eins raus und schreiben dazu eine Kurzgeschichte. (Da die prompts auf englisch sind ist die Geschichte das auch). Der erste writing prompt ist "And for once, the darkness was comforting." Ich bin noch nicht fertig aber ich stelle mal hier rein was ich bisher habe falls irgendjemand daran interessiert ist, sich das durchzulesen. Wenn ein paar Interesse zeigen werde ich vielleicht jedes mal eine Kurzgeschichte reinstellen bei den nächsten Prompts. Ist halt nur auf englisch.

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    • "Ahhh-" Ka shielded his head with his trembling arms and suppressed a desperate whimper, pressing himself further into the gap between rotten wood planks, once forming a spot hiding for the soldiers of his land. He tried to ignore the screams and cries surrounding him, being caused by shards and silenced by bigger pieces of the dropping bombs. Ka's breath was shallow and hectic, his heartbeat almost making his head burst - that's what Ka felt. When the din around him became quieter the young boy lifted his head slightly and looked around, failing to see anything clearly. The air was full of smoke, gas and particles of crushed materials. It smelled like blood. Ka heard no more screams. Only whimpers here and there. Still trembling he got up, seeking support by leaning against a decaying post, probably the rest of a fence. The young boys' eyes darted around and suddenly his tensed lips formed into an ironic smile. Weak laughter escaped his polluted lungs and he coughed. Ka went out in the first place just because- no, that would be the wrong way of phrasing it, human lives have all the equal worth after all- Ka went out on a head risking and very important "trip" get his grandma who had dementia. Well, to his own dwelling, or rather - his own cellar where his mum and dad and his little sister were hiding. In the cellar it was cold. And dark. And scary. Ka was scared of the dark. He was scared of it since he could remember. In the beginning he only feared the monsters under his bed, later fictional characters from movies his friends told him about. And now? Now there was nothing scarier than all this, the war. And the fact that at any moment, no matter where he was or what he was doing- a bomb could end his life. And the life of his family of course. Ka wantes to shake his head but immediately stopped, the injury between his shoulder blades sending sharp jolts of pain through his body. He should better hurry before the rain of killing technologies started again. He made his way by stepping over dead and half dead corpses, stopping from time to time to rest. But he knew he didn't have much time until everything would start over again. When he finally reached his grandmas' house he sighed in relief, seeing that the building was still intact. He hurried towards the door and entered the dwelling. "Grandma?" Ka coughed, and gasped for air. "Grandma?" He stumbled through the rooms and finally found her sitting on her favorite armchair, not aware of anything happening outside her house, knitting another scarf, probably for Ka's little sister. When he came closer she turned her head and smiled at him. "Ka! Nice to see you again, you didn't come visit me for a long time..." Her smile turned a bit worried. "Child, tell me, why are you so dirty?" Ka smiled back. "I was playing with Sha're in the garden grandma. She's asking you to visit us, will you come?"

    Mein erster Beitrag seit nem halben Jahr hehe

    Anonym der 10 000

    Echt gut geschrieben

    Danköö ^^

    Anonym der 10 000

    Irgendwie auch bissl traurig

    Man wieso löscht es immer wenn ich antworten will

    Anonym der 10 000

    Irgendwie auch bissl traurig

    Ja, hatte iwie Lust darauf, nicht jedes wird so sein

    Necrowmancer

    Digga dieser name

    Schöner Erstwagen Crow!

    Animedingsda

    "Ahhh-" Ka shielded his head with his trembling arms and suppressed a desperate whimper, pressing himself further into the gap between rotten wood planks, once forming a spot hiding for the soldiers of his land. He tried to ignore the screams and cries surrounding him, being caused by shards and silenced by bigger pieces of the dropping bombs. Ka's breath was shallow and hectic, his heartbeat almost making his head burst - that's what Ka felt. When the din around him became quieter the young boy lifted his head slightly and looked around, failing to see anything clearly. The air was full of smoke, gas and particles of crushed materials. It smelled like blood. Ka heard no more screams. Only whimpers here and there. Still trembling he got up, seeking support by leaning against a decaying post, probably the rest of a fence. The young boys' eyes darted around and suddenly his tensed lips formed into an ironic smile. Weak laughter escaped his polluted lungs and he coughed. Ka went out in the first place just because- no, that would be the wrong way of phrasing it, human lives have all the equal worth after all- Ka went out on a head risking and very important "trip" get his grandma who had dementia. Well, to his own dwelling, or rather - his own cellar where his mum and dad and his little sister were hiding. In the cellar it was cold. And dark. And scary. Ka was scared of the dark. He was scared of it since he could remember. In the beginning he only feared the monsters under his bed, later fictional characters from movies his friends told him about. And now? Now there was nothing scarier than all this, the war. And the fact that at any moment, no matter where he was or what he was doing- a bomb could end his life. And the life of his family of course. Ka wantes to shake his head but immediately stopped, the injury between his shoulder blades sending sharp jolts of pain through his body. He should better hurry before the rain of killing technologies started again. He made his way by stepping over dead and half dead corpses, stopping from time to time to rest. But he knew he didn't have much time until everything would start over again. When he finally reached his grandmas' house he sighed in relief, seeing that the building was still intact. He hurried towards the door and entered the dwelling. "Grandma?" Ka coughed, and gasped for air. "Grandma?" He stumbled through the rooms and finally found her sitting on her favorite armchair, not aware of anything happening outside her house, knitting another scarf, probably for Ka's little sister. When he came closer she turned her head and smiled at him. "Ka! Nice to see you again, you didn't come visit me for a long time..." Her smile turned a bit worried. "Child, tell me, why are you so dirty?" Ka smiled back. "I was playing with Sha're in the garden grandma. She's asking you to visit us, will you come?"

    Wow viel Text!

    Légolâs 🇫🇷 #DungeonWorld

    "Ka" Wir verwenden das Alphabet nun einfach als Namen. Ich nehme Ix, welchen Buchstaben nehmt ihr?

    Ypsilon kommt böse

    Légolâs 🇫🇷 #DungeonWorld

    "Ka" Wir verwenden das Alphabet nun einfach als Namen. Ich nehme Ix, welchen Buchstaben nehmt ihr?

    Ich verlasse den Beitrag mal ganz unauffällig wieder.

    JaBe mistr

    Schöner Erstwagen Crow!

    Das ist nd mein Auto du dummkopf

    Necrowmancer

    Digga dieser name

    Warum parkst du auf dem Bürgersteig?

    JaBe mistr

    Warum parkst du auf dem Bürgersteig?

    JaBe trollt so hart hahahaha

    Cool! Ich war abgemeldet und habe dann dieses Konto bekommen!

    Necrowmancer

    Das ist nd mein Auto du dummkopf

    Oh Achso!

    Necrowmancer

    Ich hab nd mal nen Schein

    Wann machst du Führerschein?

    Necrowmancer

    Das ist nd mein Auto du dummkopf

    Musst nicht direkt beleidigen hätte ja sein können!

    Maxi03#emmaaxkatze
    Bild

    Was macht der da?

    Légolâs 🇫🇷 #DungeonWorld

    "Ka" Wir verwenden das Alphabet nun einfach als Namen. Ich nehme Ix, welchen Buchstaben nehmt ihr?

    Es gibt einen Grund wieso er Ka heißt. Ich hatte keine Idee für einen Namen und da wurde mir "Ka" in der Tastaturleiste vorgeschlagen als Abkürzung für "Keine Ahnung" also hab ich das genommen, weil, wieso nicht

    Anonym der 10 000

    Ypsilon kommt böse

    Hahaha

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    When Ka stepped outside, almost dragging his grandma after him, he knew instantly that they had to be quick, else they wouldn't make it. His grandma was talking to him but he heard only fragments of what she was saying. The air felt heavier again and in the distance he heard the shrieking sound of fired obstacles. "Ka ... when will ... must be proud ... did ... new scarf!" The young boys' heart ached by ignoring the poor old woman but he knew he had no choice. Breathing hastily he gave his best to walk as fast as possible with the grandma behind him but she was slow. Maybe it would be better for her if the death would find her here. He sighed. Maybe that would spare her seeing her children and grandchildren frightened and dirty, constantly worrying about the next minute. She wouldn't understand anyways. But still. Suddenly Ka saw in the corner of his eyes one of the firing obstacles crashing onto the ground and exploding. All of this was happening in just a fracture of a second, Ka had no chance to move aside nor think of shielding his grandma. The shards flew towards him and the next thing he felt was an excruciating pain in his stomach, left thigh and shoulder. He opened his mouth but no sound came out. Ka sank on his knees, gasping for air. His vision blurred and he coughed blood. In the distance he heard his grandma, who had let go of his hand, bending over him and asking in a worried tone if he was okay. Ka's eyelids flattered shut and he fell forward on the cold, dirty ground. 'Poor grandma' he thought, 'she knew nothing of what was happening. She didn't understand'. Her voice appeared to come from afar but Ka couldn't hold on to the sounds surrounding him anymore. His eyelids felt heavy and the pain radiated in all body parts, making him feel almost completly numb. Ka smiled in his mind. It felt somehow good. He was sorry for his grandma. She would certainly follow him shortly after he himself would pass away. But maybe it was better that way. Maybe it was their destiny like that. Ka's thoughts seemed to fade but he let it happen. He had no will to remain in this world. Everything would end sooner or later anyways. He didn't try to open his eyes one more time, not to see his grandma trying to "wake him up", nor to get a last glance of the light. Because now, Ka wouldn't see light for a long time.

    But he wasn't scared this time.

    He felt good.

    Sture Kreuzkröte