Here I would like to share my interest in writing stories and drawing some ilustrations or comics. My original language is not english so.... sorry for mistakes during translations :-) All stories without link are mine. Hope you´ll enjoy :D
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Can I just say how much I love this song?
the warners in their little pirate outfits are to die for
Ah, yes... The dark magic of your parental figure...
Also, Wakko looks freakishly weird without his shirt
I read one of @incorrectanimaniacsquotes and before I knew it this happened
Living in a city with superheroes
It's moments like this that I have to stop and remind myself that these three are actors. Which makes me wonder from time to time what is a directed episode and what is just them fooling around 😄
please watch this whole thing you won’t regret it
I have no idea what emotion this makes me feel, but it's strong...
oh my g od
OK, one more
I couldn’t sleep very well last night and so I decided to go through the comic again, because there is always something new to discover. And I found something I haven’t thought about before.
On the Market, RGB asked Watcher for a service and the owl looked at his hand as a payment. He just RIPPED his hand clean off. Why didn’t he offer just the glove? He fed the owl buttons from his jacked after, so I think just the glove would be also sufficient.
And I then thought that maybe the gloves alone worked as his hands, but he CAN take of his gloves. Earlier in the comic, he asked Madras for new pair after their encounter with Fears.
There is also something I noticed during their staying at Cell’s. He got his hand replaced with rabbit foot. And the paw changed into his hand, along with his glove. And during the change he doesn’s say the ‘magic words’. It makes me really question about how his body works and his position in the story/world.
Hero is surprised by the change and he mumbles: “Or, rather I did not...”
What the hell did he meant by that?
I was curious what kind of masterpice it will be, and I wasn’t dissapointed...
It belongs in a museum,I think
Now, I just discovered The Property of Hate last week, but MAN, I NEVER GOT INTO SOMETHING SO QUICKLY.
It is simply one of the most well-crafted worlds, full of awesome characters and all of this is backed up with an astonishing art. If you haven’t checked it out already, you are missing on something big.
As I said I am not in the fandom for that long and during the week I obsessed over it, I tried to dig up all the info and theories that were spreading through the community. But there is something I haven’t seen to be addressed.
Hero is sleeping on a bunk bed. Via the first picture above. And one thing that bugs me is, why is she on a bunk bed if there is no one sleeping on the lower level. It is completely abandoned, there are no sheets, a pillow or blankets. She even states it hurts her feet to climb the ladder (the second pic), so why is she sleeping on the top one? I am honestly curious if this will ever be explained or if it will remain a mystery, but I would really like to know.
What do you think?
It got me hooked right from the beginning <3
hehehe hooked, see what I did there :3
Title: The Property of Hate Author: Sarah Jolley The Property of Hate is an ongoing, graphic novel style webcomic by Sarah Jolley. The first page was posted in February 2012 and the archive totals 129 pages as of this writing. TPoH follows the story of RGB, on a quest to save his world, and a young girl known simply as ‘the Hero’, whom RGB has asked for help. It’s hard to summarize this one because there is so much that is, as of yet, unexplained. What exactly RGB’s world is and what is threatening it haven’t been revealed. What we do know is that it’s made of abstractions. Concepts are given physical form here. Lies, doubts, ideas, grief… all these things (and others) are living things that populate the world. Some of them are friendly, many are dangerous. So far the story is about our main characters’ journey toward “her” (Hate, I assume), and their dealings with the world’s inhabitants and each other. A fascinating read. This is a comic I stumbled onto completely by accident, and I’m happy I did. The art is nothing short of wonderful. The way that so many styles have been blended together is unique, pretty, and absolutely appropriate considering the setting. As far as the story goes, we don’t know what’s going on, and that’s… really good, actually. It sets a mood, and it’s an ominous one, if you ask me. The Hero has been through some awful stuff already, and we haven’t even met the titular character yet. Oh, and by the way, you will feel for the Hero. So, so much. All in all, it’s a well told story that gets you emotionally involved, keeps you wondering and guessing and waiting impatiently to find out what happens next. That said, resist the urge to rush through, read it carefully and pay attention, it’ll be that much more enjoyable. I love The Property of Hate. I think you will too. Read it here.
Merry Christmas, Little Red
It was December 21st and the whole world was coated in glistening snow. The wind was calm, the sun shone softly and the sky was enveloped in white fluffy clouds. It was a truly beautiful day. And our good old Santa couldn't wish for better weather for a trial flight before Christmas Eve.
Late in the afternoon he harnessed his trusted reindeers and took off. And indeed it was a splendid flight. Reindeers gracefully danced across the sky and the sleight glided along effortlessly. But as he was turning to go back to his domain, the wind picked up suddenly and the clouds gathered around him, swallowing him entirely. A loud thunder rung across the sky, startling the reindeers causing them to panic. Santa lost control over them and was blindly led by a terrified crew.
Too late he saw tips of the trees that made a huge forest below them. In the last second, he pulled the reins with all his strength to steer the reindeers to the side so they won't crash head-on. It was a harsh landing and the sleigh got bumped up a bit, but thankfully no one was harmed. After Santa managed to calm his fellow reindeers down, he took a closer look at the surrounding. It was a pretty large and thick forest. Taking off from the spot here was out of the question, so he needs to find an opening big enough to gather the required speed or better yet the edge. And he needs to find it quickly, for dusk was near.
Santa secured his crew and set off to find a way out. He wandered around the woods aimlessly for a long time. To ease his tired legs, Santa sat down on a stump he found in the snow. And while he sat there he pondered, how to get out of this situation.
"Hello," a little voice called.
Santa was immersed in his thoughts so much, he didn't notice a little girl walking up to him.
"Well hello there, little one," he smiled at her. She was indeed very little. Big blue eyes were
examining him thoughtfully, thin blonde braids stuck out from under the hood of her bright red cape.
"Are you all alright? You seem tired."
"I am a bit worn out, that is true. But I'll be fit again in no time."
"That's great," she smiled at him.
"Tell me, little one, what is your name?"
"My name is Susie, but everyone calls me a little red riding hood."
"And why is that?" Santa asked, amused.
"It's because of my cape that my grandma made me. See how pretty red it is?" she made a little twirl.
"Indeed it is very pretty. Pretty little cape for a pretty little lady."
"I am a pretty little lady, " she said proudly. "It's your turn now, you didn't tell me your name."
"My name is Nicolas, but people also call me differently."
"Really? How?" she asked eagerly.
"For most people, I am Santa Claus."
Susie thought for a moment. "I think I like Nicolas better. Santa sounds weird."
Santa laughed joyfully at her statement. "Well, thank you, little one. You too have a really pretty name."
"Thanks," she flashed him a bright smile.
"Tell me, Susie, what is such a pretty little lady doing in the woods all alone in such a late time?"
Susie went suddenly grim, her eyes looking beyond the thick trees. Santa waited patiently for her to answer.
"Are you a stranger?"
The question was so sudden it caught him off guard. Santa looked at her questioningly, before answering.
"What do you think little one?"
"I hope you are not. I like talking to you and your laugh sounds funny... No, I don't think you are a stranger."
Santa chuckled merrily. "Can't argue with that."
"Anyway, I am in a way to my grandma. She fell ill and mom send me to take her some medicine."
"Aren't you afraid of going all the way alone?" Santa asked.
"Nope, it's just beyond the large meadow on the other side of the lake."
"It looks you know it here pretty well. I seem to be a bit lost at the moment. Could you probably show me a way out?"
"I sure do, " she smiled. "Where do you need to go?"
"I just need to get to somewhere big and clear to be able to take off."
Susie tilted her head. "Take off?"
"Yes, I and my fellows were on a flight but we had an accident and crashed a little. Now we are looking for a way home."
"You can fly?" her eyes sparkled with curiosity.
"Well yes, but not alone. I need my friends to help me. Do you want to meet them? I bet they would be delighted to meet such a pretty little lady."
"That would be so awesome, " Susie practically jumped with excitement. Santa stood up and took Susie by her hand to lead them back to his sleigh.
As soon as they caught a glimpse at the red sled, Susie ran ahead to admire its beauty.
"Pretty, aren't they?" Santa said.
"Pretty? They are gorgeous!" Susie proclaimed with an eager squeak. "And what are those funny looking horses?" she pointed at them.
Santa laughed wholeheartedly. "Those are not horses, Susie. Those are my trusty flying reindeers. Would you like to pet them?" Santa smiled cheerfully.
"Can I? Yes, pretty please," she pleaded with her bright eyes.
Santa picked her up carefully and showed her all his reindeers. And she couldn't resist petting them all.
"This is Dasher and the next to him is Dancer. Cancer and Vixen are right behind them. Comet can't take a step without Cupid. Donner here is always looking for others from behind and Blitzen can't stand still for long."
"How can you tell which one is which? They all look the same."
"And yet, they are not. They are different, you just need to know where to look. Dasher has a slightly splintered antlers from when he smashed into a tree while he was learning to fly. Blitzen has a small white spot around his nose. And Cupid never leaves without his grey socks on."
"And they can really fly?" she asked disbelievingly.
"They sure can. Hey, I got an idea. Would you like to take a little flight?"
Susie now had a smile bigger than ever and her eyes sparkled like a sky full of stars.
"Ho ho ho, I take that as a yes. But we need to find a clearing first, so we can take off. Do you know someplace like that?"
Susie thought for a moment and then pointed to her right. "Over there is a huge meadow and it's not that far away."
"That's great, Susie. You are a really smart little lady. Alright, fellas, let's move on," Santa called at his reindeers and sat Susie on the seat next to him. "Comfy?"
Susie nodded and leaned forward eagerly to get a better view.
"But be careful, it might be a little bumpy," he warned her. Santa flicked with the reins and the sleigh slowly made their way through the trees. The sky took on dark blue and purple shades and the stars began to appear. The meadow truly was not far and it was large enough for a safe take-off.
"Now, are you ready?" Santa asked.
Susie looked up at the dark sky full of stars with wary in her eyes.
"Are you afraid?" Santa asked calmly.
Susie nodded nervously. "What if we fall?"
"You don't need to worry, little one," he soothed her. "My friends are extra careful when we have a guest aboard, and we won't go that fast. Tell you what, if you don't like it or get scared, just say a word and we will go down. How does that sound?" Santa offered.
Susie looked over the sky once more before giving him a determined nod.
"Alright, little one. Hold on tight," Santa whistled softly, reindeers flicked their ears and run across the grassy field to gather the right speed. And before you know it the sleigh peeled from the ground and rose into the sky.
It was a magnificent view, stars glittered all around them, and a soft breeze caressed them gently. Susie was on the edge of her seat so she could see all the trees below and stars above.
"So, do you like it?" Santa asked playfully.
"I love it! Look, there is the lake. And there are the boarding mountains. Everything looks so small down there. And the stars are much bigger and brighter up here," Susie didn't know where to look first.
"Do you see that star over there?" Santa asked her. "That's the northern star. It always shines much brighter than others and it never moves. Whenever you get lost, just follow its light and it will guide you home."
"Really?"
"Yes really," Santa chuckled. "Now, it's getting pretty late and we don't want to make your grandma worry. Where did you say she lives?"
"Right beyond that large lake we just passed." Susie reminded him.
"Alright, let's take you to your grandma. I bet she is waiting for you. Hold tight we are going to land."
The landing this time was almost flawless. Santa helped Susie out of the sleigh and set her on the ground.
"That was amazing!" she beamed. "Can we do it again sometime?"
"Hmmm," Santa thought for a moment. "Tell you what, if you promise to keep it a secret just between us, I'll come to visit you on this day every year. What do you say?"
"Promise?"
"Promise."
"You must pinkie promise," Susie demanded cheerfully and stuck out her pinkie.
"Pinkie promise," Santa hooked his pinkie with hers, sealing their vow. "Now hurry up, or you'll catch a cold."
"See you next year, Nick," Susie hugged him tightly and ran over to her grandma's house.
When she looked up to the sky for the last time, she saw the sleigh pulled by flying reindeers vanishing in the distance, and heard his cheery laugh echoing far across the land. It was all so magical and surely she wouldn't forget this night for the longest of time.
Besides, the prince sent his man to find her, he didn't go himself. And they didn't have any other indication to determine who the mysterious lady was. I believe they would pick all the women the slipper will fit and take them to the palace and then the prince will choose the right one. I myself have a problem to remember faces and names, and I would have done it that way.
Cinderella (1950)
I don't know why, but this guy just made my day 😆😆
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Ok... so I tought that if I would want to make more complex drawings, I would have to mark it. From now on, I’ll be using this symbol as some sort of “signature”. It means alchemy and I thinks it fits well :)
C’mon guys... I need some distraction from all the studiyng... and if you have your own question, you can ask it too... I don’t bite :D
Unusual Asks
Spotify, SoundCloud, or Pandora?
is your room messy or clean?
what color are your eyes?
do you like your name? why?
what is your relationship status?
describe your personality in 3 words or less
what color hair do you have?
what kind of car do you drive? color?
where do you shop?
how would you describe your style?
favorite social media account
what size bed do you have?
any siblings?
if you can live anywhere in the world where would it be? why?
favorite snapchat filter?
favorite makeup brand(s)
how many times a week do you shower?
favorite tv show?
shoe size?
how tall are you?
sandals or sneakers?
do you go to the gym?
describe your dream date
how much money do you have in your wallet at the moment?
what color socks are you wearing?
how many pillows do you sleep with?
do you have a job? what do you do?
how many friends do you have?
whats the worst thing you have ever done?
whats your favorite candle scent?
3 favorite boy names
3 favorite girl names
favorite actor?
favorite actress?
who is your celebrity crush?
favorite movie?
do you read a lot? whats your favorite book?
money or brains?
do you have a nickname? what is it?
how many times have you been to the hospital?
top 10 favorite songs
do you take any medications daily?
what is your skin type? (oily, dry, etc)
what is your biggest fear?
how many kids do you want?
whats your go to hair style?
what type of house do you live in? (big, small, etc)
who is your role model?
what was the last compliment you received?
what was the last text you sent?
how old were you when you found out santa wasn’t real?
what is your dream car?
opinion on smoking?
do you go to college?
what is your dream job?
would you rather live in rural areas or the suburbs?
do you take shampoo and conditioner bottles from hotels?
do you have freckles?
do you smile for pictures?
how many pictures do you have on your phone?
have you ever peed in the woods?
do you still watch cartoons?
do you prefer chicken nuggets from Wendy’s or McDonalds?
Favorite dipping sauce?
what do you wear to bed?
have you ever won a spelling bee?
what are your hobbies?
can you draw?
do you play an instrument?
what was the last concert you saw?
tea or coffee?
Starbucks or Dunkin Donuts?
do you want to get married?
what is your crush’s first and last initial?
are you going to change your last name when you get married?
what color looks best on you?
do you miss anyone right now?
do you sleep with your door open or closed?
do you believe in ghosts?
what is your biggest pet peeve?
last person you called`
favorite ice cream flavor?
regular oreos or golden oreos?
chocolate or rainbow sprinkles?
what shirt are you wearing?
what is your phone background?
are you outgoing or shy?
do you like it when people play with your hair?
do you like your neighbors?
do you wash your face? at night? in the morning?
have you ever been high?
have you ever been drunk?
last thing you ate?
favorite lyrics right now
summer or winter?
day or night?
dark, milk, or white chocolate?
favorite month?
what is your zodiac sign
who was the last person you cried in front of?
Happy new year ya folks :-D
Entering 2018 like…
It's happening.... MERRY CHRISTMAS YA DORKS :D
TOMMOROW IS CHRISTMAS
Guys... you wouldn't recognise a carrot even if it was thrown in your face...
look at this apple
Rick Riordan: Heroes of Olympus - The Lost Hero
Richard Russell Riordan Jr. ( born June 5 1964, San Antonio, Texas ) better known as Rick Riordan, is an American author. He is known for writing the Percy Jackson & the Olympians series, about a twelve-year-old boy who discovers he is a son of Poseidon. His books have been translated into 42 languages and sold more than 30 million copies in the US. Twentieth Century Fox has adapted the first two books of his Percy Jackson series as part of a series of films. He conceived the idea for the Percy Jackson series as bedtime stories about ancient Greek heroes for his son Haley. Haley had been diagnosed with ADHD and dyslexia, inspiring Riordan to make the titular protagonist ADHD and dyslexic. Riordan published the first novel in the series, The Lightning Thief , in 2005. Four sequels followed, with the last, The Last Olympian in 2009. Prior to Percy Jackson, Riordan had written the Tres Navarres series, a series of mystery novels for adult readers.
Jason has a problem. He doesn’t remember anything before waking up on a school bus holding hands with a girl. Apparently she’s his girlfriend Piper, his best friend is a kid named Leo, and they’re all students in the Wilderness School, a boarding school for “bad kids.” What he did to end up here, Jason has no idea - except that everything seems very wrong.
Then a freak storm creature attacks during a school field trip and she, Jason, and Leo are whisked away to someplace called Camp Half-Blood. What is going on?
What’s troubling is the curse everyone keeps talking about, and that a camper’s gone missing. It seems Jason, Piper and Leo are the chosen ones to embark on a terrifying new quest, which they must complete by the winter solstice in just four days time. Can the trio succeed on this deadly mission - and what must they sacrifice in order to survive?
Riordan dives right into the story. The writing is in third person but it has an air of the first person writing you get in the first series. It has three different POVs and each chapter about the targeted character is personalized specifically well. And I really enjoyed the three main characters. I felt that in this book, I could actually relate to them and understand their backstories, and even though we know little about Jason, his honest and refreshing personality made him so likeable.
I also love the mythology in these series; it's just unmatched by anything else out there. Every time the Gods are shown in these books it makes me feel like a puny mortal, and I love how real they seem even though they are so abstract and literally a myth. Riordan perfectly meshes Greek and Roman mythology here.
Throughout the whole book, you're asking questions beyond where's Percy. Riordan gives you just enough answers to appease you but then you have more questions you want answered after the new revelations. He perfectly balances the giving and withholding of information.
If you are at least a little bit as me and this type of books interest you, I can only recommend you any of his books of any of his series. His stories are wild roller coasters and man, it’s one hell of a ride. You won’t be able to take them down. Trust me, I tried :D
FINALLY!!!!
They called up from the service and the computer is long gone, but they managet to save the data and work I had in it. I just need to get new PC and I can continue on all my projects. You have no idea how happy and relieved I am right now :D
Johan Theorin: Sankta Psyko
Johan Henrik Theorin (* September 3, 1963, Gothenburg) is a Swedish writer. Throughout his life, Johan Theorin was a frequent and regular visitor to the Baltic island of Öland, where he also located his books. His mother's family lived here for centuries and was engaged in fishing and farming, many of whom were also sailors. Thanks to this, he was heavily influenced by the local environment and local folklore. Currently, he lives in Gothenburg and works as a journalist.
Jan Hauger, a twenty-nine-year-old teacher, is coming to work in a kindergarten in a larger city on the west coast of Sweden. But the Gläntan is not a normal kindergarten - it is adjacent to the St. Patrick's Psychiatric Clinic, which is called Saint Psycho, where psychologically disturbed perpetrators of violent crimes are interned. Among them are the parents of children from Gläntan. The purpose of the children in the kindergarden is to allow their parents to be contacted. One of Jan's responsibilities is to escort children through the underground tunnel that connects the kindergarden and the clinic. Jan is a capable teacher, who, however has a lot of secrets - for example, why he wants so much to work in the Gläntan or what happened a few years ago when he went with a group of children from a kindergarten where he worked before for a walk in the forest and one of them was missing when he returned.
I have read some of Johan Theorin's crime-fiction novels and I like them, mainly because this writer is truly a master of atmosphere. His crimes are tightly plotted, his characters credible,and his sense of place is perfectly executed. In this one, The Asylum, that lovely gothic, creepy atmosphere is there - but to be quite honest, I'd have to say that it's my least favorite work by this author. It starts out with all the right elements: a mental hospital that also houses the criminally insane as well as an experimental kindergarden for children whose family members are patients there, a young man looking to reconnect with a piece of his past, and a sense of dread that fills the reader with instant tension that rarely lets up.
But by the time I finished, I was actually disappointed. It was about 415 pages thick book and when I was at page number 401 something finally started to happen. But after the 14 pages at the end I was like: “WHAT? That’s it? I had to read through 401 pages of almost nothig just to get this?” Please don’t get me wrong, some passages were really well written, but it was mostly about jumping from past to present and to even further past. It looked so good, when I first opened it. And I don’t know about others languages, but to my main language I would say it could be better translated. For example right the title doesn’t make much sense. The original name is Sankta Psyko - Saint Psycho in english right? That’s good. It’s almost the same. But here it’s called Hideout (or something in that manner). And that has nothing to do with the plot of the story. It’s not about hiding or anything like that.
Arrgh! One of my favorite authors tries something new and it just didn't work for me. However, the getting there was the best part - my stomach was tied in knots for much of the reading time from the suspense, especially Jan's attempts to get into the hospital - up until the last few chapters which were a complete letdown - too pat, not realistic and frankly, not befitting the quality of this author's other work.
I hate my life right now....
About a month ago I was doing something on my comouter and he was like "Hey... that's really important looking stuff... I wonder what would you do if I suddendly shut down." I have pretty old computer and it won't turn on no matter what I do... Now it's in the servis for several weeks and probably I'll lose all the data and work I had in that blasted metal box... I had my story almost completly transleted from that freakin' symbols and few illustrations I wanted to publicate lately... I can as well bury myself... So I want you to know guys that I am still trying to be here with you and belive me... I am preying to every god I know that I didn't lost everything... I hope to be back as soon as possible so please wish me luck... I really need some right now...
The Golden Town
Okey... This one could sounds pretty cheesy, but it was the best I could do. It was our homework for some special class. We had to write a story of some kind of society with their own phylosophy principle. Because I am chemist and not a philosopher... here comes some cheesy clishe :3
In ancient times, the world passed on rumors about the famous Golden Town. All the buildings were made of pure gold, fabrics were woven of gold yarn and girls had golden eyes. But no one knew exactly where the town is located. It was said that it is hidden deep in the tropical forests to be protected against thieves. Kristof was blown away from the legend. Although he was a son of a local miller, he has fearless and indomitable spirit. Even since his childhood legends excited him, imagining how he walks in all places and becomes part of them.
Once he was twenty, he decided to find the Golden Town. Everyone tried to dissuade him, his father the most, but he already made up his mind. He took a sword and helmet from the blacksmith and went on a journey. He walked long and far. Just when he thought that this town cannot be found and wanted to give up, he saw bright glow in the distance. It was like a second sun leaning over the horizon. So he went to light. It was so strong that he had to cover his eyes with hand as he approached it. He went through dense shrubs and found himself on the edge of the valley. Underneath was the Golden Town. Rumors were true. Gold was everywhere. Kristof was thrilled and charmed by the shimmering beauty. Eagerly he ran down and passed the first street. There were people in shiny golden robes strolling around, elegantly and majestically. Once he turned the corner he saw a beautiful garden full of golden flowers. But as he stooped to pick some flowers, he found that they are really made of gold. Odorless and lifeless. He was sorry for them. So beautiful flowers and you cannot even smell them. Suddenly he noticed, that in the middle of the park sits on a bench young girl. She was beautiful, but she looked sad. He decided to approach her.
“Beautiful garden, is not it?” But the girl was still looking into the ground and was silent. Kristof has re-try it.
“My name is Kristof. And you?” Again, nothing. “Are you okay?”he asked finally. The girl looked up in surprise.
“Are you talking to me?”
“Yes. Nobody else is here.”
“You must be a stranger, when you talk to me.”she said.
“And why couldn´t I talk to such a beautiful girl like you?”asked Kristof. She smiled sadly.
“Nobody speaks with beautiful girls. The most beautiful of the town are selected as candidates and the most beautiful is then sacrificed to our God who gave us the gift of the Golden Town. Thanks to him we have these beautiful houses and gardens.”
“That seems silly. Giving a human life for a bit of gold.” But before she could answer, a bell rang in the distance. The girl quickly got up and ran from the garden. Surprised Kristof ran after her, but lost her in the streets.
Accidentally, he got caught up in a large crowd of people heading on a high hill on the edge of the town. The crowd stopped in front importantly looking older man. He was holding a cane decorated with serpent head and was dressed in a golden robe. Before him stood three girls. Among them was the one he met in the garden. She wore a small tiara. She looked more beautiful than before. But also much sadder. The man stepped in front of the first girl and held his cane in front of her face. Others around began to sing a strange tune. The man in front of her stood there for a moment and then lowered the cane on the ground. The girl sighed and the old man moved on to the next girl. It was the one from the garden. He raised his cane and stared into her golden eyes. Suddenly he raised his cane above her and everyone fell silent. The girl sadly looked down and the old man said:
“The king chose. This girl is the most beautiful of all and now will be sacrificed as gratitude for this wonderful Golden Town.”
”Stop it!”shouted Kristof. Others looked at him in surprise.
“How dare you disturb the ceremony!” admonished the old man.
“It's nonsense. It is stupidity to sacrifice a human life for a bit of gold.”
“A bit?”he slandered him. “Thanks to our God this whole town stands. Without him, it would not hold together. Thanks to this God have a place to live.”
“But what life is this? In fear. In false belief. You can live somewhere else. Leave and create a new town.”
“That's easy for you to say. God is merciful but he does not forgets. He is immortal. He would be chasing us for ever. Until we repay our debt. By this I command you to leave. And the rest of you continue.” Again began the melodic singing.”
Kristof turned to the girl meekly rising to the altar.
“Why do you listen to him? Why do you not defend yourself?” She looked at him
”I would, but I have no choice. If he gets angry, everyone will suffer.” He ran after her. He grabbed her hand and pulled her away. The crowd gasped and the old man shouted in all directions,
“Oh great and wise. Oh almighty. Come and punish this nonbeliever. Show him your power.“
Golden Temple on the hill began to shake. The earth trembled. Temple gate flew open and from its depths rushed giant snake. Huge golden scales glinting and reflected sunlight. He hissed menacingly and swallowed Kristof.
“No!”cried the girl. The old man said:
“Mighty God showed us how he punishes the guilty. Anyone who revolts his will would end in hell. Praise our God. Sing the song. Hear his wishes.”
People began to sing. The snake drew himself up in his entire length, enough to hide the sun. Suddenly he twisted and fell to the ground. From the serpent's body was sticking a sword. From behind him appeared Kristof. Everyone looked at him in disbelief.
“See?”he exclaimed. “Your God is dead. He was not immortal. He only used you for his own needs. And the city still stands. He was fooling you.” But as he spoke, the buildings began to dim and crumble. After a while nothing was left. The old man indignantly shouted:
“See what you did? God is dead, and the town now as well. You ruined our precious home.”
“But he saved a lot of lives.”said the girl. The man gave her a glare.
“It would never end. After my sacrifice would come other girls. Today's children, who have no idea what to expect, they will have to live in fear, who of them will go next. So it was until now, and it would have been over the next centuries. Although we do not have the gold we can live.”
“But our town is destroyed.”said a voice from the crowd.
“Exactly. This sinner put a curse on us!”said the old man.
“Stop already believe in the curses.” Kristof was persuading them.
“You can start a new life. Better life. Without unnecessary gods and without fear. You choose what you will do next. Nobody does not decide for you. Is it your way. You have to enjoy the life. You have to rejoice every day. Leave and create a new town. With wooden houses and real flowers in the gardens.”
“He's right.”said one young man. “Yes, let's go.”
“No. Wait!”said the old man. “You just want to leave our home? You really want to disobey God's will?”
“There is no God's will anymore.”replied the girl.
The crowd began cheering and followed Kristof toward a better life waiting for them. The life that will be remembered with a smile.
Public transport
This one was one of my first shool-work stories. But honestly, I don´t know if it will be as good as in my language. Also the “rule” doesn´t have to be valid in other countries. This story was made just to make fun of some people´s behavior, so please don´t take it personaly. Have fun :D
In the evening I am a witness of instinctual behavior. Unfortunately, in every means of transport our instinct is simple slogan: “Just me, just me!!”. Everyone has seen this.
We all know the unwritten rule, first exit and then enter. Vain attempt. Life is a struggle, and even such a trivial thing as exit from the means of transport, is sometimes an impossible task. If we add the panic in the eyes of entering passengers and maliciousness of the driver who lights up the warning light to signal the approach of closing door, it turns out we have really hilarious scene! Well, only in the case when you are currently not in the area around the doors and do not belong to one of the two groups of entering or exiting.
Amused, I watched this scene from the seat, which I fairly seized. The exiting crowd instinctively ducked behind spatially significant persons to had more easy way to exit. The problem occurs at the moment when you and other exiting person choose the same spatially significant person. We are where we were. Crushes to the freedom. The entering people also certainly have not helped. Those, who waited in the station, rushed to the sides of the door, and those, who need to free up space at the door, must exit with the intention to enter back.
Door area is getting rapidly thinner, so the first wave exiting by three suddenly became noodle exiting by one. It certainly does not add the speed, not to mention the often grumpy driver who demonstratively plays the record: “Accelerate the access and exit!”. I think the person, that the voice from a record belongs to, had a lot of fun while recording. The intonation is excellent.
So the result? The exiting crowd indiscriminately struggling to get out, and to make matters worse, nervous entering passengers are pushing in. Physicists should be pleased by this experiment, the resistance of opposite sides is perfect. Weaker pieces drop out, that one with a small balance fall or better yet, gave up attempt to exit completly. The entering passengers look around the other door, which is not at such crush. Metro closes, strong pieces survived, though some fought for their life with the closing door and we go to the next station. I'm going to slowly prepare onto the battlefield, because the next warrior to exit is me ...
Happy Valentine's day <3
Please welcome our kitty-cat.
Selim belongs to the more rare species - werecats. They are not extinct, but if you see one of them, you are pretty lucky. Most of their genetic base is mostly catlike, so their behaviour sometime makes difficult to separate them from ordinary cats. Especially kittens. The main difference between them (that can be seen at first glance) is that they wear clothes. They also can talk and walk uprightly. But not everyone is comfortable with it. They have all of cat´s benefits. Good hearing, incredible olfaction, extraordinary eyesight. A lot of people are jealous about their hunting skills.
Because they are still mixed with human race, it can be seen on their anatomy and way of living. They have hands. Pretty long, because of the possibility of running on all four. Also their growth is affected by these two races. They grow up fast as cats, but they get old slowly like humans. It´s not easy to guess their age.
Werecats live in groups and patrol their territory. They don´t like visits or strangers. A lot of people were attacked by them, because they unknowingly crossed their territory. This cats can be hot-headed sometimes :-)
Now to Selim. You had not had the chance to meet him properly, but don´t worry. He is going to have really important role in this story. And because he is still some kind of mystery for you, I won´t tell everything on him ;-p Just that he is still kitten with 2 sisters and 4 brothers. All of them are older then him. He lives in werecat village in Cornwood forest, but most of his life he spends in the woods apart from his family (you can guess why... mwehehehe).
Welp... I guess this is all I can divulge about him to you, but I must admit that he is probably the most difficult character. He has realy complex personality and has some issues, but... who doesn´t. Most of the time he is torn between his cat instincts and rational human thinking and it´s not fun. Anyway if you want to know more about him, just ask. It´s possible that I forgot to explain something and if it won´t spoil anything I would be happy to answer :-D
Still alive
Heya guys I am sorry for keeping you hanging here for a while... But this month was kind of pain... 1. Teachers probably think that is ok to pull us through a ton of exams 2. I am still trying to fix the symbol mess from earlier (my computer don't want to cooperate with me) 3. My room is under renovation so now I live on the floor beside our couch But don't worry :-D Next month is promising and I would have more time to do this kind of stuff... I have translated most of my side one-shot stories so I would post them as soon as my room is finished... So please be patient with me and I hope I will compensate this lost month with some (hopefully) good stories :-D See ya later ;-)