Alexander Rybak
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santa6168 posted on Nov 12, 2009 at 06:48PM
Alex in bed.
just imagination. forum for fun.
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@Fift33n I understand you. I still think this stories it's humiliating. Helene writes well, but try to be less offensive stories. I just tried to warn her.She thinks, that if someone writes such a thing about her, then maybe it would be so funny to her
Redkiss, you are overacting. Helene her stories aren't offensive or humiliating at all.
So no reasons to warn her and more reasons to go away, and STAY away.
I think we get your point now and we'll try to ignore it the best we can. (:
So no reasons to warn her and more reasons to go away, and STAY away.
I think we get your point now and we'll try to ignore it the best we can. (:
Yeah Linda you're right ^^
Can't wait new stories :DDD
Can't wait new stories :DDD
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Pardon me, but I always write that it's 100% fiction and believe it or not, but Alex got A LIFE, you know, you're going out and being social instead of trolling? He got more important things to do, a friend of mine sent him a piece of one of my older stories, and he said that he liked it ( i think it was porn she sent ).
Now if you can excuse me, I gotta go back to work
Now if you can excuse me, I gotta go back to work
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Holy crap! Here is a war.
I hope you not scared! Haha.... she sent porn to him ! it's good.
I like yours stories. Even better in porn.
I hope soon to write such a story.Then @redkiss go to in the church and prays.
Go go go go Helene! I love you so much.
I hope you not scared! Haha.... she sent porn to him ! it's good.
I like yours stories. Even better in porn.
I hope soon to write such a story.Then @redkiss go to in the church and prays.
Go go go go Helene! I love you so much.
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Hi again evryone. I sorry to say that i will be partially leaving alex's forum and not updating my story etc. Its not that i do not want to, but im tied down with university commitments at the moment, which is demanding a lot of my time unfortunatly. I will remain in the back round like a distant flame, still reading your stories and keeping up to date with whats happening in them, when i have free time to do so . evn though i do not comment on evryone one, plz understand tht im still here reading the awesomeness you all create. missing you guys, you are all truly epic.
P.S - wrote a small random poem abt friendship- will post it just for sake of being random lol
much much love becca xoxoxo
P.S - wrote a small random poem abt friendship- will post it just for sake of being random lol
much much love becca xoxoxo
AS THE WORLD FALLS DOWN
You blew into my life filled with ambition and joy
Like a tornado you swept making way for a brighter start
The concept of believe in one’s self I never grasped, you were the light who brought it back
So I am saying this to let you know, you were a dear friend who I found hard to let go
I remember those nights we spent talking for hours, we had a laugh and thought that time was ours
Little did we know it was never meant to be, the mother ship was calling you back and you dutifully agreed
I still recall the day you left, you sadly smiled with luggage in check and replied someday we will meet again
I wondered if this was so, as fates brought us together, to equally tear us apart
Our vision being no longer one, but of separate worlds with the star that you were beaming into the gaping hole that now lay emptily in my heart
As the approaching months pass, I passively wonder will you recall of me and think of those times we had, or will you think the same as I and draw mindlessly back to the time when our world fell down and I stopped and equally fell apart
composed by becca xx
You blew into my life filled with ambition and joy
Like a tornado you swept making way for a brighter start
The concept of believe in one’s self I never grasped, you were the light who brought it back
So I am saying this to let you know, you were a dear friend who I found hard to let go
I remember those nights we spent talking for hours, we had a laugh and thought that time was ours
Little did we know it was never meant to be, the mother ship was calling you back and you dutifully agreed
I still recall the day you left, you sadly smiled with luggage in check and replied someday we will meet again
I wondered if this was so, as fates brought us together, to equally tear us apart
Our vision being no longer one, but of separate worlds with the star that you were beaming into the gaping hole that now lay emptily in my heart
As the approaching months pass, I passively wonder will you recall of me and think of those times we had, or will you think the same as I and draw mindlessly back to the time when our world fell down and I stopped and equally fell apart
composed by becca xx
World War 2 fic.
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Alex, this is completely fiction and imagination from my side.
Short intro:
Anastasia's POV
Norway, March 20 1942
20 Days left..
You're stretching your hands above your head, yawning. The sun was shining brightly through the window and outside, birds were singing. Sparrows to be exact.
You look around and see that you had fallen asleep on the brown couch last night. Your parents probably hadn't bothered to wake you up.
You get up from the couch and walk over to the calendar on the yellow painted kitchen wall. It was march 20 1942. Wednesday, which ment..
School.
You sigh and run your fingers through your black hair. You hated school. Not because it was boring, no, you once had enjoyed it, but after Hitler came to the power with his enormous jew hate, each day were hell to you.
There wasn't many jewish children that went to the same school as you. Most of them went to schools outside of Oslo. You and a boy named Chasander were the only jewish kids there.
You were in tenth grade. In other words just turned sixteen years old. Your birthday party hadn't been anything special. You were supposed to go out eating with your parents at your favorite resturant, but the owner stoped you and pointed on a sign which said " no jews allowed. ". Your mother had started crying and your father just shaked his head before slowly turning around, going back home.
The whole apartment is quiet.
Usually, you would sit listening to the radio by now, but since the germans had taken away all the radios that was pretty impossible.
You enter the kitchen and grab an orange, peeling it. You weren't really hungry, but you knew you would regret it if you didn't eat before you left for school, and if your mother found out you skipped breakfast she would be hysterical and start asking questions.
As you bite in the orange you look at your reflection in the window. Your deep, green emerald like eyes. Your plump pink lips. Your rosy cheeks which got dimples when you smiled. Your pitch black hair were curled around your face and reached down to the middle of your back. People always complimented you for your hair. It would glitter in the sun at summertime. Your boyfriend used to run his fingers through it as you would sit by the pond at night. Unfortunantly he broke up with you after he got brainwashed by the nazi's.
You look at the clock on the wall. It was 8:45.
Time to leave.
You swallow the last of your orange and leaves the kitchen. You're entering the hallway and pick up your brown backpack that's standing by the door. You take a deep breath.
" Ok. Better get it over with. "
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As you're entering the school yard you can see children from the elementary school run around outside, playing. Having not a slight idea of all the horrors around them. You envy them. You wish you could run around again, six years old, having no problems at all. You could play tag, or go for a piggy back ride. A little girl stops up and waves at you. You smile and wave back but your smile quickly fades away as the girl's mother grabs her tightly around the wrist.
" She's a jew! We don't speak to jews! " She scowls at you, pointing at the star on your arm. The little, blonde girl gives her mother a questioning look but doesn't ask further.
You brush it off. It wasn't the first time this had happened. You were used to it.
You grab the doorhandle on the front door, pressing it down and entering the building.
It smelt like bleach and old cardboard. On the other side of the hallway you could see the janitor standing there, washing. You walk as quietly as possible, trying not to disturb him. As you pass him he gives you an angry look before mumbling out:
" Filthy jew. "
You wanted so badly to turn back around and slap him hard across the face, but you knew better than to do that. Your grandfather did that once to a german soldier, and he was forced up against a wall and shot in his head.
You quietly knock on the door of your class room, and you can hear the teacher give a bored " come in. "
You open the door and meet the glance of your classmates. The teacher is scowling at you.
" Anastasia, you're late. " He says in an angry voice. You look at the clock on the wall above her. It was 8:55.
" I'm not late. It's still five more minutes until class starts. "
" Are you calling me a liar?! " Your teacher shouts at you, slamming his hands on the desk in front of him.
" N-no sir. I'm not. I'm sorry for being late. " You say quietly, looking down on the floor.
" Just get to your desk so i can start the lession. " He says angrily. You nod and walk with fast steps to your place. The class is laughing of you and one of them even sticks out her leg, trying to make you stumble. But you dodge it and it takes every little cell in your body to not smile evily back.
You dump down on your chair and take up your notebook. You look over at the teacher. He was a man in his middle forthies. About 1.80 tall with light blond hair which was starting to turn grey. He always wore thick glasses and a grey suit.
Oh, and also, he was one of Hitler's biggest fans and a real jew hater.
" Anastacia. What are you doing? " he asks, and walks up to you. You swallow.
" I'm sitting down on my place, sir. "
" No you're not. These desks are for aric girls. You're not an aric girl, are you? " he leans in so close that you can smell the brand of coffee he has been drinking. You shake your head.
" No, i'm not. "
" That's right. You're not. You're a jew. A filthy jew. And filth belongs on the floor. " he gives a mocking laugh has he throws your book on the floor. You feel tear press behind your eyes, but you wouldn't let him see you cry. Instead, you get up from the chair and sit down on the middle of the floor. You can feel the whole class staring at you.
" Little jew rat is where she belongs. Don't you agree? " He asks and the class cheers.
" Now, the jews. " He starts and soon, the whole lession is turning into a long speech on why you should hate jews.
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Alexander's POV:
" No, please! Please let me go! I have a child! " A woman is screaming from the opposite side of the street. You turn around and see two german nazi's having a conversation on german with each other as they're holding this jewish, young woman tightly.
" Sir! Please understand! My son only got me! I need to get home to him! He's only two years old! " the woman cries. The nazi's are just laughing of her.
" A Child, eh? Let me guess, it's a filthy jew, just like you? " The nazi with the short, black hair smirks, leaning in close to her. The woman swallow.
" Please let me go, I'm begging you.. " She whimpers out.
" You're patetic. " The other nazi, who's bald, spits.
" What should we do with her? " One of them asks.
" She's a jew. We can do whatever we want with her. " The other one answers and they both lets out an evil laugh.
" Heil Hitler! " They shout out as they drag the screaming woman away from the street and in to an alley. You can hear the nazi's cheer and the woman scream for quite a while. Soon, her screaming stops and the nazi's are leaving the alley, whistling.
When you see they're out of sight you enter the alley where the woman is laying a pool of her own blood. Her breathing had stopped and her eyes were glassy. Her skirt was pulled up and her legs were spread. They had raped her before they'd beaten her to death.
You let out a laugh.
" Served you right, you filthy jewish rat. "
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You're entering your apartment at a calm and quiet evening. You go to the fridge and get out a dry piece of bread. It was all you had left for now.
You sit down by the kitchen table and pic up todays newspaper. On the front page was a picture of Hitler. You smile for yourself. Hitler. Your savior. The one who would make sure the earth got rid of all this defected scum. Soon, only you aric people would be left.
Just like it was supposed to be.
You remember The Crystal Night two years ago. You had joined in on that. It was... an unforgetable night. Thousands of people ran through he city, smashing and destroying every jewish shop that met them. You can't remember how many you destroyed, but you knew it were alot. Glass was raining around, glittering against the moonlight. In the background you could hear the screams of jewish family's losing their lifes. The next day the newspapers had been with pictures of the broken shops and their crying, jewish owners.
You look up at the clock. It was almost 23:50.
Time to go to bed.
On your way to the bathroom you stop up infront of a poster you had of Hitler in the hallway. You do a rask command and a " Heil Hitler. " before entering the bathroom. you pick up your toothbrush and put some toothpaste on it. You start to quickly brush your perly white teeth, letting your toughts flow. You look at your face in the mirror. Deep brown eyes, tan skin, thick eyebrows and dark brown hair. You can't lie. You were pretty damn handsome and you knew it. Girls were always after you. And you would always pretend that you liked them, and after you had intercourse with them, you dumped them by making out with another girl in front of them.
People called you horrible. You couldn't understand why.
You spit out and rinse your mouth to get rid of the minty flavour. You disliked that flavour and you wish someone would make a toothpaste which tasted absolutely nothing.
You enter your room and strip off all your clothes so you're standing there completely naked. You get under the covers and tighten them around you before slowly drifting off to sleep, dreaming about how you were standing by Hitlers side, executing the jews.
One day, your dream would come true.
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Tecnically Alex isn't aric, but he is in my story, if not he'd make a bad nazi. So just imagine in your head that Alex were norwegian from the start.
Since I have a major writers block I found out I'm taking a short break from the others and rather put my focus on this one for a while. In that way, I'll get my inspiration back to my other stories. They won't be left, I promise.
So I hope you like it. I'm still doing research now so this chapter isn't all that long
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Alex, this is completely fiction and imagination from my side.
Short intro:
Anastasia's POV
Norway, March 20 1942
20 Days left..
You're stretching your hands above your head, yawning. The sun was shining brightly through the window and outside, birds were singing. Sparrows to be exact.
You look around and see that you had fallen asleep on the brown couch last night. Your parents probably hadn't bothered to wake you up.
You get up from the couch and walk over to the calendar on the yellow painted kitchen wall. It was march 20 1942. Wednesday, which ment..
School.
You sigh and run your fingers through your black hair. You hated school. Not because it was boring, no, you once had enjoyed it, but after Hitler came to the power with his enormous jew hate, each day were hell to you.
There wasn't many jewish children that went to the same school as you. Most of them went to schools outside of Oslo. You and a boy named Chasander were the only jewish kids there.
You were in tenth grade. In other words just turned sixteen years old. Your birthday party hadn't been anything special. You were supposed to go out eating with your parents at your favorite resturant, but the owner stoped you and pointed on a sign which said " no jews allowed. ". Your mother had started crying and your father just shaked his head before slowly turning around, going back home.
The whole apartment is quiet.
Usually, you would sit listening to the radio by now, but since the germans had taken away all the radios that was pretty impossible.
You enter the kitchen and grab an orange, peeling it. You weren't really hungry, but you knew you would regret it if you didn't eat before you left for school, and if your mother found out you skipped breakfast she would be hysterical and start asking questions.
As you bite in the orange you look at your reflection in the window. Your deep, green emerald like eyes. Your plump pink lips. Your rosy cheeks which got dimples when you smiled. Your pitch black hair were curled around your face and reached down to the middle of your back. People always complimented you for your hair. It would glitter in the sun at summertime. Your boyfriend used to run his fingers through it as you would sit by the pond at night. Unfortunantly he broke up with you after he got brainwashed by the nazi's.
You look at the clock on the wall. It was 8:45.
Time to leave.
You swallow the last of your orange and leaves the kitchen. You're entering the hallway and pick up your brown backpack that's standing by the door. You take a deep breath.
" Ok. Better get it over with. "
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As you're entering the school yard you can see children from the elementary school run around outside, playing. Having not a slight idea of all the horrors around them. You envy them. You wish you could run around again, six years old, having no problems at all. You could play tag, or go for a piggy back ride. A little girl stops up and waves at you. You smile and wave back but your smile quickly fades away as the girl's mother grabs her tightly around the wrist.
" She's a jew! We don't speak to jews! " She scowls at you, pointing at the star on your arm. The little, blonde girl gives her mother a questioning look but doesn't ask further.
You brush it off. It wasn't the first time this had happened. You were used to it.
You grab the doorhandle on the front door, pressing it down and entering the building.
It smelt like bleach and old cardboard. On the other side of the hallway you could see the janitor standing there, washing. You walk as quietly as possible, trying not to disturb him. As you pass him he gives you an angry look before mumbling out:
" Filthy jew. "
You wanted so badly to turn back around and slap him hard across the face, but you knew better than to do that. Your grandfather did that once to a german soldier, and he was forced up against a wall and shot in his head.
You quietly knock on the door of your class room, and you can hear the teacher give a bored " come in. "
You open the door and meet the glance of your classmates. The teacher is scowling at you.
" Anastasia, you're late. " He says in an angry voice. You look at the clock on the wall above her. It was 8:55.
" I'm not late. It's still five more minutes until class starts. "
" Are you calling me a liar?! " Your teacher shouts at you, slamming his hands on the desk in front of him.
" N-no sir. I'm not. I'm sorry for being late. " You say quietly, looking down on the floor.
" Just get to your desk so i can start the lession. " He says angrily. You nod and walk with fast steps to your place. The class is laughing of you and one of them even sticks out her leg, trying to make you stumble. But you dodge it and it takes every little cell in your body to not smile evily back.
You dump down on your chair and take up your notebook. You look over at the teacher. He was a man in his middle forthies. About 1.80 tall with light blond hair which was starting to turn grey. He always wore thick glasses and a grey suit.
Oh, and also, he was one of Hitler's biggest fans and a real jew hater.
" Anastacia. What are you doing? " he asks, and walks up to you. You swallow.
" I'm sitting down on my place, sir. "
" No you're not. These desks are for aric girls. You're not an aric girl, are you? " he leans in so close that you can smell the brand of coffee he has been drinking. You shake your head.
" No, i'm not. "
" That's right. You're not. You're a jew. A filthy jew. And filth belongs on the floor. " he gives a mocking laugh has he throws your book on the floor. You feel tear press behind your eyes, but you wouldn't let him see you cry. Instead, you get up from the chair and sit down on the middle of the floor. You can feel the whole class staring at you.
" Little jew rat is where she belongs. Don't you agree? " He asks and the class cheers.
" Now, the jews. " He starts and soon, the whole lession is turning into a long speech on why you should hate jews.
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Alexander's POV:
" No, please! Please let me go! I have a child! " A woman is screaming from the opposite side of the street. You turn around and see two german nazi's having a conversation on german with each other as they're holding this jewish, young woman tightly.
" Sir! Please understand! My son only got me! I need to get home to him! He's only two years old! " the woman cries. The nazi's are just laughing of her.
" A Child, eh? Let me guess, it's a filthy jew, just like you? " The nazi with the short, black hair smirks, leaning in close to her. The woman swallow.
" Please let me go, I'm begging you.. " She whimpers out.
" You're patetic. " The other nazi, who's bald, spits.
" What should we do with her? " One of them asks.
" She's a jew. We can do whatever we want with her. " The other one answers and they both lets out an evil laugh.
" Heil Hitler! " They shout out as they drag the screaming woman away from the street and in to an alley. You can hear the nazi's cheer and the woman scream for quite a while. Soon, her screaming stops and the nazi's are leaving the alley, whistling.
When you see they're out of sight you enter the alley where the woman is laying a pool of her own blood. Her breathing had stopped and her eyes were glassy. Her skirt was pulled up and her legs were spread. They had raped her before they'd beaten her to death.
You let out a laugh.
" Served you right, you filthy jewish rat. "
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You're entering your apartment at a calm and quiet evening. You go to the fridge and get out a dry piece of bread. It was all you had left for now.
You sit down by the kitchen table and pic up todays newspaper. On the front page was a picture of Hitler. You smile for yourself. Hitler. Your savior. The one who would make sure the earth got rid of all this defected scum. Soon, only you aric people would be left.
Just like it was supposed to be.
You remember The Crystal Night two years ago. You had joined in on that. It was... an unforgetable night. Thousands of people ran through he city, smashing and destroying every jewish shop that met them. You can't remember how many you destroyed, but you knew it were alot. Glass was raining around, glittering against the moonlight. In the background you could hear the screams of jewish family's losing their lifes. The next day the newspapers had been with pictures of the broken shops and their crying, jewish owners.
You look up at the clock. It was almost 23:50.
Time to go to bed.
On your way to the bathroom you stop up infront of a poster you had of Hitler in the hallway. You do a rask command and a " Heil Hitler. " before entering the bathroom. you pick up your toothbrush and put some toothpaste on it. You start to quickly brush your perly white teeth, letting your toughts flow. You look at your face in the mirror. Deep brown eyes, tan skin, thick eyebrows and dark brown hair. You can't lie. You were pretty damn handsome and you knew it. Girls were always after you. And you would always pretend that you liked them, and after you had intercourse with them, you dumped them by making out with another girl in front of them.
People called you horrible. You couldn't understand why.
You spit out and rinse your mouth to get rid of the minty flavour. You disliked that flavour and you wish someone would make a toothpaste which tasted absolutely nothing.
You enter your room and strip off all your clothes so you're standing there completely naked. You get under the covers and tighten them around you before slowly drifting off to sleep, dreaming about how you were standing by Hitlers side, executing the jews.
One day, your dream would come true.
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Tecnically Alex isn't aric, but he is in my story, if not he'd make a bad nazi. So just imagine in your head that Alex were norwegian from the start.
Since I have a major writers block I found out I'm taking a short break from the others and rather put my focus on this one for a while. In that way, I'll get my inspiration back to my other stories. They won't be left, I promise.
So I hope you like it. I'm still doing research now so this chapter isn't all that long
Omg yaaaaaay! :DDDDD I love it already! <3 :D Ooooh bad Alex as nazi D: ^^
Hope you'll continue soon! <3 :D
Hope you'll continue soon! <3 :D
OMG! WW2 :DDDD I feel so sorry for Anastsia ;(
and Alex isn't good this time xD I like it :D
and Alex isn't good this time xD I like it :D
Though l can't imagine Αlex' s angel face as a Nazi l have to admit this story is different from the others.It was like l was watching a movie at the cinema . VERY INTERESTING!
@helene- that story made me cry for some reason, it had so much raw emotion in it, felt like i was there in the moment when reading it. Out of all your written stories i like this one the best tht you have wrote so far, maybe because i study History and Politics at university, i feel in tune with the time period etc in this story and can comprehend with it more. Alex is soooooooo bad in this story and anastasia seems innocent and caring, just someone struggling to live in the surrounding environment. Toatlly love it- plz continue x
love becca
love becca
Helene, I'm already loving your new story :D <3
Chapter 19
Alex and Elisabeth are still in bed together, just looking deep into each other’s eyes, when the front door is opened and closed. Light footsteps come up the stairs towards the bedroom. Elisabeth gives a worried gasp, but doesn’t move away from Alex. The footsteps stop outside of the front door, and the hand goes down slowly. The door creaks open, revealing a very swollen Emilie, and tears of fury fell down her thin cheeks. Alex looks down, unable to meet her eyes, and Elisabeth’s body tenses up at the sight of her.
“You know what Alex… I have nothing to say. Just one thing though… you can forget about holding your child…” she growls, clutching her swollen stomach protectively.
“Emilie, please… I’m… I’m so sorry. I swear, I never ever meant to hurt you or the baby this way” he whispers, he mouth drying as he tries to speak.
“You’re not sorry. I don’t want your pathetic apology. One last thing... I don’t want to kill my baby. I have a bond that not even you can break apart” she snaps darkly, her eyes boring through him.
She gives a sharp glance across the room, before shuffling out of the door in silence. Alex feels his eyes pricking, before giving Elisabeth a forceful shove. She doesn’t react, and he pushes her again and again. She climbs out of the bed, and starts to dress herself as quickly as she could manage. She blushes and gives an embarrassed look towards Alex and leaves the room, lightly creeping down the stairs. Alex sighs before hearing Emilie’s disgruntled voice. “GET OUT AND STAY AWAY!!!” she screams, as the front door is slammed shut.
Alex slides out of bed, also dressing himself and heading down to his furious girlfriend. He quietly enters the living room, finding Emilie standing in front of the mirror, clutching her stomach protectively. He goes over to her, and stands behind her, his hands slide onto her stomach, resting there. He moves her shirt up, and gently moves her hands off of her stomach, before resting his own hands there, leaning his head on her shoulder. The room stays silent, before Alex turns Emilie around, so that she is facing him.
“Emilie, I am so, so very sorry. I never meant to hurt you like I have “he sighs deeply.
“I will only forgive you if you promise me something…” she mumbles; clear enough for Alex to hear.
“Anything, I’ll do anything for you and our baby. Just don’t take it away from me” he chokes out.
“I never ever want to see you and any other girl in our bed, or else… I will kill myself” she says flatly.
“I promise you, it will never happen again. I love you so much Emilie, I can’t tell you how much I love you.” He says, before kissing her shoulder.
He moves downwards and gently kisses her stomach, resting his lips there. Emilie didn’t feel any affection, only the cold blood which would eventually cause her to do something she would regret forever. He pulls away, and Emilie rolls her eyes in despair, shaking her head at him. He looks down at the floor, unable to meet her cold, deep eyes which were empty and almost lifeless. Emilie sighs deeply, turning back to the mirror, and only seeing a shadow of how she looked before she got pregnant.
“Excuse me a moment Alex, I think I left something in my bedside drawer.” She says, shuffling out of the room.
She slowly climbs up the staircase, clutching her stomach, an evil smile spreading across her thinning lips. She reaches the bedroom door before quietly opening it, and creeping over to her drawer. She pulls it open, revealing a glittering silver knife, something that was to be kept hidden away, until it was ever needed. She took a deep breath, and clasped it in her hands, and whispered dangerous words which sounded like threats to Alex’s life. She looked out of the window, and into the darkening sky.
“I have no other choice Alexander, I’m afraid that it is your time to die!” she cackles harshly, bending over in pain from trying not to laugh too loud. She carefully holds the knife in her hands, before covering it in velvet bag, that way… Alex wouldn’t suspect it. She begins to shuffle out of the room, and back down the staircase, taking deep breaths upon every step. The house is silent, except from the low voices coming from the television. She reaches the last step, trying to balance her weight out again.
She creeps into the dimly lit room, to find that Alex is just sitting there, watching the same TV show he watched on a Friday. She didn’t want to attract attention to herself. She sat in the armchair at the other side of the room, and started to read the first book she could lay her hands on. The book was… ALEXANDER’S DIARY! She opened it, and began to read a passage from the mid-1950’s, and she feels paranoid at what is written.
“Dear Diary.
Today, we killed even more innocent humans, just because we were desperate to feed our hunger for blood. We can’t help ourselves, and Luda was unstoppable, her female victims stood no chance, and we just laughed in their faces. Erik went on a tour of the town, killing anyone who dared to look at him the wrong way. Luda feared him, I had to protect her from him, to calm her fears… after all… she is my soulmate… the only one I could ever love…”
Emilie quietly gasps in shock… LUDA was his soulmate, and he attacked those who were innocent. She turns towards the back of the diary, to the more recent entries, to the things that would send her over the edge.
“Dear Diary,
I did something that I cannot forgive myself for. I assaulted my sweetheart, Emilie. How could she betray me, how could she sit there and kiss another fool. She deserved it, and then again, I cannot judge her, when I have flirted behind her back. I can’t bring myself to not flirt. It’s in my nature. The one thing I truly hope for… THAT EMILIE WILL NEVER READ ANYTHING IN THIS DIARY.”
Emilie silently rages, clutching the knife even tighter. Alex had to be taught a painful, harsh, brutal lesson, and his time had already come. As soon as he was clear of her, she would run as far as ‘humanly’ possible, never to be named as his murderer.
“I NEVER LOVED YOU ALEXANDER. I TRICKED YOU. I HATE YOU. I WANT YOU OUT OF MY LIFE” she rages in her mind, finally gathering the strength to do it.
Alex heads into the kitchen to grab his Diet Coke from the refrigerator. Emilie rises from the armchair, removes the knife from the velvet bag, and heads to the kitchen doorway. Alex heads back to the doorway and freezes for a second, before smiling at Emilie.
“Coming to sit down with me darling?” he says softly, before kissing her lips.
“Never in my life. FOOL!!” she screams, before slapping him across the face with all the force she had.
She switches the light off; it’s totally dark in the room. Emilie takes a deep, slow breath. She smiles and evil smile which Alex can’t see in the darkness.
“GOODBYE ALEXANDER. IT WAS NICE LOVING YOU WHILE IT LASTED.” She snarls.
She raises the knife in the dark air, and a pain filled shriek fills the house. The voice of a male crying out in agony. Emilie finally got what she wanted. Revenge over her lying lover.
Read and Comment please :)
@ Helen I like your new strory...Please continue....I'm glad ,that you writing again...
@Abieexx great ,interesting....Please continue I like it.
@Abieexx great ,interesting....Please continue I like it.
Helene: It's not over yet. I'm writing one or two more chapters :) So it's not ended yet.
@ becca Wonderful thing you wrote ^^
@ Helene Once again you captured me totally in your story. Once again I could see everything the way you have described it. It's amazing how you can capture the reader EVERYTIME. The WW2 theme in the story is really interesting although what happened during WW2 wasn't any nice things :/. I'm really looking forward to read more of this one. Keep on! <3
@ Helene Once again you captured me totally in your story. Once again I could see everything the way you have described it. It's amazing how you can capture the reader EVERYTIME. The WW2 theme in the story is really interesting although what happened during WW2 wasn't any nice things :/. I'm really looking forward to read more of this one. Keep on! <3
:O :O It is for 4 days very quiet here !! :(:(:(:(:(
@Helene: WOII story is awesome !!And soooo well written !! Im love too read more of it & im very excited how it goes further !!
@Becca: Soo beautiful what you wrote !! Love it !! Hope that soon you will further with your story !! cause i like it very much !!!
@Helene: WOII story is awesome !!And soooo well written !! Im love too read more of it & im very excited how it goes further !!
@Becca: Soo beautiful what you wrote !! Love it !! Hope that soon you will further with your story !! cause i like it very much !!!
@ Helene: i forgot something too say !! If i read your story i get the idea i m in it !! I can see it in front of my eyes how it goes !! I also imagine how it goes further !! And when i have it in my mind how i think it goes further it is totally different but too way awesome then i thought !!
Helene: Another well-written story. You write very fluently and know how to creative plausible characters. But there is one thing you need to learn when writing historic stories, and that is research.
I have had very good teachers in that matter, and learned writing professionally.
As far as I can see, you have at least two major wrongs:
Back in 1942 there was nothing called 10. grade. Girls at 16 were usually finished going to school.
I have had very good teachers in that matter, and learned writing professionally.
As far as I can see, you have at least two major wrongs:
Back in 1942 there was nothing called 10. grade. Girls at 16 were usually finished going to school.
Sorry - I wasn't finished.
The other major fault is - the girl goes into the kitchen and eats an orange. What time of year does this story take place? If it was christmas time I might understand, but oranges were 1: very expensive and 2: hardly obtainable at other times of year.
If she had eaten an apple or a pear, I would not have objected.
The nazi soldier - where is he when the story starts? In his hometown?
The other major fault is - the girl goes into the kitchen and eats an orange. What time of year does this story take place? If it was christmas time I might understand, but oranges were 1: very expensive and 2: hardly obtainable at other times of year.
If she had eaten an apple or a pear, I would not have objected.
The nazi soldier - where is he when the story starts? In his hometown?
yeah Linda is right. If the story took place in Poland, the girl would be already dead..
I have thought to write something :) At least something short ^^, we'll see how much time I have :D I don't want this forum to die >.<
I think people are A: Having a lack of inspiration B: Planning stories or C: both xD :P
If you can remember, in my story Alex and Cassie were flying to Japan. I'm gonna change the country into Serbia, because of what's happening in Japan. :(
I'll maybe manage it to upload it this evening + I got a new idea for a new story xD
I'll maybe manage it to upload it this evening + I got a new idea for a new story xD
@ jana yay sounds awesome, and yes agree poor japan, makes me sad to hear wht is happening there at moment. makes me happy to hear you will be updating your story
@sonja- thnk you for your earlier comment on wht i wrote, means a lot. you need to continue writing as your stuff is great and me love it
@Helene- hope you get time to carry on wriing your ww2 story, its immense, total love it, having withdrawls lol
@sonja- thnk you for your earlier comment on wht i wrote, means a lot. you need to continue writing as your stuff is great and me love it
@Helene- hope you get time to carry on wriing your ww2 story, its immense, total love it, having withdrawls lol
Chapter 12
*Alex and Cassie are on their way to Serbia by plane*
View of Casandra
You woke up in a white room. You felt that you were lying in a very comfortable bed.
‘What the hell…? Am I again in a hospital or what?’, you thought and stood up.
“What the… Where is the door? Where is the wall? Where am I?!”, you asked yourself and looked around.
“Hello Cassie. Who are you, my dear?”
You turned around and fell almost down on your butt. There stood an old guy in front of you. Dressed completely white just like the room you were in. Who was that guy?
“Could you please tell me who you are?!”, you asked.
“My name is Bones. I’m your guardian angel.”
“Hah! Nice joke! Now, seriously. Who are you?”
“I just told you who I am. I’m not kidding.”
“Prove it.”
“Fine. What do you wanna know?”
“December, 1998. What happened to me?”
“A train almost killed you, but I saved your life.”
“April, 2002.”
“Car accident, I also saved your life.”
“June, 2004.”
“Really? Come on, you helped yourself out of this.”
“So that was me? It was me who jumped away from the big bus who couldn’t stop and almost killed me?”
“Exactly.”
“Wow..”
“Do you believe me now?”
“Yeah, I do… but, am I dead?
“No, you’re dreaming.”
“Niiiice, how can I wake up again?”, you asked and looked around again.
“You can wake up whenever you want.”
“Hah! And how?”
“You have to know that.”
“Another question. Why am I here?”
“Oh, that’s easy.”, he said and snipped with his fingers. Everything turned black and then you saw yourself, laughing. Next to you was Leon.
“Wow! What’s going on here?!”, you asked Bones who stood next to you.
“That’s your past.”
“I know! But why are we here?”
“Wait and see..”, he said. You went over to ‘yourself’. Leon and ‘you’ were sitting on the sand in front of the sea. You were probably about 7 years old.
“Cassie, when we grow up, we will marry each other and have a biiiiiiiiig family! Promise me that!”
“Of course, Leon! We will! I promise.”, ‘you’ said and kissed his cheek.
“Aaaaaawwwww..”, you said and looked down at the little kids in front of you. You almost forgot that promise. You thought that Leon was the only person in your life and that you would stay together forever. But things changed because you moved back to Serbia and you lost contact with him. Until you met him again in the hotel. Now you have contact with him again and you realized now how much you actually missed him.
Then everything turned black and now you saw Alex standing in front of you.
“Alex, what are you doing here?”, you asked but he was just smiling at you. Then he came closer to you and pet your cheek with his hand.
“I love you.”, he said and looked deep in your eyes. You smiled at him.
“I love you too.”, you answered him.
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“You do?”
You opened your eyes and looked into Alex’s eyes. Where you just saying that out loud?!
‘Oh shit. I’ll just pretend that I don’t know what he’s talking about.’
“Sorry? What do you mean?”, you asked.
“You just said that you…”
“That I?”
“Anyway, we arrived to Serbia. C’mon, let’s go.”
“Okay.”
‘Seems like he doesn’t even care…’, you thought and left the plane with him.
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“Mum! Dad! I’ve missed you so much!”, you shouted after you opened the door to your old house where your parents live. You ran to the living room and saw your parents sitting there in front of the TV but they jumped up as soon as you stepped inside. Your mother ran to you and gave you a big hug.
“My dear. Where have you been so long?”, she asked in a worried tune. You smiled at her and kissed her cheek.
“Everything’s okay, mum. I’m back.”
“Am I getting no hug?”, you father asked and you smiled at him.
“Daddy!”, you shouted and hugged him tight.
“Woho, you’re almost taller than me, girl.”
“I’m not little anymore.”, you laughed. You then heard a little cough from behind. It was Alex.
“Oh, I almost forgot. That’s Alex. I was touring around with him. He’s my manager.”
“Hello.”, Alex said and smiled at your parents. Your parents said ‘Hi’ back and your mother ran to the kitchen to get some juice.
“Your room is still free, so you can sleep there together if you want.”, you father said.
“EXCUSE ME?!”, you heard your mother shouting from the kitchen. She came back with glasses in one hand and a bottle filled with juice in the other.
“Are you two together?”, she asked and looked at you, then at Alex.
“No, we’re not.”, you answered and your mum made a relaxed face.
“Good. Then you won’t sleep together in one bed!”
“Oh sweetheart, calm down. They’re old enough and know what’s right and what not.”, your father said and laughed.
“You’re always allowing her so many things. Can’t you say no once in a while?”
“How can I say something like that to my sweet daughter?”
“Aaaaww!”, you said and went over to hug your dad.
“I love you, dad.”
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*Alex and Cassie are on their way to Serbia by plane*
View of Casandra
You woke up in a white room. You felt that you were lying in a very comfortable bed.
‘What the hell…? Am I again in a hospital or what?’, you thought and stood up.
“What the… Where is the door? Where is the wall? Where am I?!”, you asked yourself and looked around.
“Hello Cassie. Who are you, my dear?”
You turned around and fell almost down on your butt. There stood an old guy in front of you. Dressed completely white just like the room you were in. Who was that guy?
“Could you please tell me who you are?!”, you asked.
“My name is Bones. I’m your guardian angel.”
“Hah! Nice joke! Now, seriously. Who are you?”
“I just told you who I am. I’m not kidding.”
“Prove it.”
“Fine. What do you wanna know?”
“December, 1998. What happened to me?”
“A train almost killed you, but I saved your life.”
“April, 2002.”
“Car accident, I also saved your life.”
“June, 2004.”
“Really? Come on, you helped yourself out of this.”
“So that was me? It was me who jumped away from the big bus who couldn’t stop and almost killed me?”
“Exactly.”
“Wow..”
“Do you believe me now?”
“Yeah, I do… but, am I dead?
“No, you’re dreaming.”
“Niiiice, how can I wake up again?”, you asked and looked around again.
“You can wake up whenever you want.”
“Hah! And how?”
“You have to know that.”
“Another question. Why am I here?”
“Oh, that’s easy.”, he said and snipped with his fingers. Everything turned black and then you saw yourself, laughing. Next to you was Leon.
“Wow! What’s going on here?!”, you asked Bones who stood next to you.
“That’s your past.”
“I know! But why are we here?”
“Wait and see..”, he said. You went over to ‘yourself’. Leon and ‘you’ were sitting on the sand in front of the sea. You were probably about 7 years old.
“Cassie, when we grow up, we will marry each other and have a biiiiiiiiig family! Promise me that!”
“Of course, Leon! We will! I promise.”, ‘you’ said and kissed his cheek.
“Aaaaaawwwww..”, you said and looked down at the little kids in front of you. You almost forgot that promise. You thought that Leon was the only person in your life and that you would stay together forever. But things changed because you moved back to Serbia and you lost contact with him. Until you met him again in the hotel. Now you have contact with him again and you realized now how much you actually missed him.
Then everything turned black and now you saw Alex standing in front of you.
“Alex, what are you doing here?”, you asked but he was just smiling at you. Then he came closer to you and pet your cheek with his hand.
“I love you.”, he said and looked deep in your eyes. You smiled at him.
“I love you too.”, you answered him.
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“You do?”
You opened your eyes and looked into Alex’s eyes. Where you just saying that out loud?!
‘Oh shit. I’ll just pretend that I don’t know what he’s talking about.’
“Sorry? What do you mean?”, you asked.
“You just said that you…”
“That I?”
“Anyway, we arrived to Serbia. C’mon, let’s go.”
“Okay.”
‘Seems like he doesn’t even care…’, you thought and left the plane with him.
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“Mum! Dad! I’ve missed you so much!”, you shouted after you opened the door to your old house where your parents live. You ran to the living room and saw your parents sitting there in front of the TV but they jumped up as soon as you stepped inside. Your mother ran to you and gave you a big hug.
“My dear. Where have you been so long?”, she asked in a worried tune. You smiled at her and kissed her cheek.
“Everything’s okay, mum. I’m back.”
“Am I getting no hug?”, you father asked and you smiled at him.
“Daddy!”, you shouted and hugged him tight.
“Woho, you’re almost taller than me, girl.”
“I’m not little anymore.”, you laughed. You then heard a little cough from behind. It was Alex.
“Oh, I almost forgot. That’s Alex. I was touring around with him. He’s my manager.”
“Hello.”, Alex said and smiled at your parents. Your parents said ‘Hi’ back and your mother ran to the kitchen to get some juice.
“Your room is still free, so you can sleep there together if you want.”, you father said.
“EXCUSE ME?!”, you heard your mother shouting from the kitchen. She came back with glasses in one hand and a bottle filled with juice in the other.
“Are you two together?”, she asked and looked at you, then at Alex.
“No, we’re not.”, you answered and your mum made a relaxed face.
“Good. Then you won’t sleep together in one bed!”
“Oh sweetheart, calm down. They’re old enough and know what’s right and what not.”, your father said and laughed.
“You’re always allowing her so many things. Can’t you say no once in a while?”
“How can I say something like that to my sweet daughter?”
“Aaaaww!”, you said and went over to hug your dad.
“I love you, dad.”
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@ Jana Woohoo ^^ Finally an update! And the forum is alive :D I liked this chap. alot ^^ Waiting for more ^^D
...and I feel like I should write something again... >.< :D I feel it's been a while since last time xD :P
...and I feel like I should write something again... >.< :D I feel it's been a while since last time xD :P
@Jana: YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY an updaaaaateee ^^ Hahaha awesome how Cassie her mom freaked out ^^
@Sonja: Yes.you.should! :DDD
@Sonja: Yes.you.should! :DDD
World war 2
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Anastasias POV:
March 28th 1942
12 days remain..
It's raining heavily as you're waking down Karl Johan's street a cold evening, your dress covered in filth and dirt. Two boys had attacked you on your way home. They stole your shoes and purse before they dumped you in a ditch. Your pretty hvite dress which had been passed down from your grandmother to your mother who gave it to you. The one with the blue and red flowers on. Your only dress. You should had known it was a stupid idea to wear it in public.
You wouldn't let them see you cry. That was exactly what they were out after. You'd only cry after they left you there, then you let the tears flow.
You wonder if your mother would get angry. Angry for you ruining her grandmothers dress. Your grandmother wasn't alive anymore. She had been executed in Poland when they discovered her religious background. She went to get her older sister who had married a polish man almost fourty years ago. Together they had moved to warszawa. when your grandmother had arrived she found out they had already been killed, and she would soon follow.
You're entering the citypark. You were completely alone. You guess people were busy making dinner or doing their homeworks.
You've always been a person who prefered being alone. What was wrong with being alone? If you were alone, you didn't have to worry to get hurt. You can't trust people. People don't want you well. They'd only pretend to like you and in the end, turn out to be just as cruel as the rest of them.
You can see a faded set of swings a few meters away. You walk over to it and sit down on the cold, wet faded piece of wood. You grab the ropes with your small hands and slowly, start swinging back and forth. You look up at the sky. It was grey and cloudy and you had to squint so the rain wouldn't hurt your eyes. Far away you swear you could see stars glittering behind the clouds.
You remember when you were only five years old. it was autumn and your great grandfather had taken you to the park, even though he had been really sick. He was almost ninenty years old at that time. The doctors didn't know what was wrong with him, but they didn't give him long to live. 3 weeks top. You remember you didn't understand what it ment when your parents told you he only had 3 weeks left here. You asked if he planned to move away, and they said "sort of, yes."
You remember he had taken you to this swing. he lifted you up and carefully placed you on the swing before standing up behind you, slowly pushing you. You swear you could still hear your voice from back then screaming; " Higher, Papi! HIGHEEEER! " finished with a loud, high pitched laugh. Your great grandfather laughed with you as he started to push you faster and higher. Your laugher turned higher and higher and people walking by would stop up and stare before smiling at the two of you.
Unfortunantly, it had started raining and since your great grandfather was sick, you both desided to go home. Your grandmother had scowled at him as you both had entered the livingroom. She didn't like that you had been outside while it rained. Your great grandfather decided to go to bed early since he felt tired and you jumped on him, hugging him.
" I love you, Papi! "
" I love you too, Staces ". He had said and hugged you back. Then he entered his bedroom and went to sleep. He died that night with a smile on his face.
You remember you had shouted and screamed when they told you the next morning. You were sure this was only your fault and you blamed yourself. If you hadn't taken your great grandfather out last night, he could had been alive today. You were sure it was the rain which had killed him. Your grandma had only hugged you and told you that he was old and wouldn't had made it for much longer. she wiped your tears and told you that he died happy. That you were the most important thing in his life and it ment the world to him to get to spend his last hours with you.
You lean back and close your eyes as you swing higher and higher. You're pretending you're five years old again and Papi is the one pushing you. Before all the problems. Before the war. Before he died.
Right now you were happy he was gone though. You didn't want him to see which cruel things were happening to the jewish people around the world.
By now the rain has slowly come to an end, and the clouds were fading away from the sky, showing off the twinkling stars. You remember your mother told you that when you saw the night's first star, you could make a wish. By now it had to be at least one billion stars, so did that mean you got one billion wishes?
" I wish for the war to be over. " You whisper as the first wish.
" I wish for my people to be safe. "
" I wish for everything to get back to normal. "
" I wish for world peace. "
" I wish for happiness. "
" I wish for love. "
" I wish for friendship between everyone. "
" I wish for acceptance. "
You close your eyes as you make your last wish:
" I wish my Papi back.. "
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Alex's POV:
" YES! YES! "
" OH MY GOD OH SHIT DAMMIT! "
" FASTEEEEEEEER!!! "
" AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!! "
You finish humping and roll off this nights random slut. You groan as you reach for you cigarettes but can't feel them.
" Where the hell is my cigarettes? " You curse as you look around the bedroom. You eye the floor and see that it had to be knocked off the bedside table.
" Damn.. " You curse as you reach down and pick up the grey box. You sit back up and peek inside it. You had only three left. You curse out once more as you take one out and stuff it in your mouth, lightening it with the lighter you kept in the box. You take a deep drag before letting it out.
" May I have one? " Your bedpartner asks. Her brown eyes piercing into your own ones. Her long blonde hair was damp and glued to her forehead. Her face was pink and sweaty. You take one look at her.
" Hmmm.. No. " you say bluntly as you take another drag. She frowns at you with her to thin eyebrows.
" Why? "
" Because I said so. " You grunt at her.
" You're such a-! A bastard! " She yells as she sits up, crossing her arms across her chest. You take the cigarette out of your mouth and stomp it in the ashtray. It hisses as it meets the cold metal. You smirk at her.
" Dollface, I already knew that. " You smile sweetly at her. Her face gives you an annoying look. You lean in closer to her and place your hand on her shoulder.
" Now.... " You whisper as you start to kiss her neck but she place both of her hands on your chest, pushing you off with enough force to knock you over. you stare wide eyed at her.
" Keep those filthy paws away from me. " She growls at you. You smile and shrug at her as she rolls our of bed and starts getting dressed.
" Same place, same time next week? " You ask with a laugh as you sit back up. She just huffs at you.
" Down the hallway and second door to the right! " You call after her as she leaves the bedroom. You flinch as she slams the front door as she leaves. You let out another groan and rub your eyes.
" Whore. " You whisper under your breath. Like she ment anything to you. She was just another one. You could easily get any girl you wanted.
You hear your stomach growl.
" Maybe I should get up.. " You tell yourself as you feel your stomach trying to eat itself.
You roll out of bed and grab the pair of pants which had been teared of you last night as you brough home that nameless woman. You put them on, bounching around on your left leg while looking for your t-shirt.
Oh yeah thats right. You lost it due the foreplay in the livingroom last night.
you couldn't bother go to the livingroom so you walk over to your closet and take out a black, buttoned shirt. You're leaving the bedroom and stop up infront of the mirror in the hallway as you put on the shirt, buttoning it up. you smile at your reflection.
" You handsome devil. " You say to yourself as you run your fingers through your hair.
You'll eat lunch out today. You were tired of dried out bread and water every day.
You grab your black coat from the hook on the wall, checking if you had your wallet. You did, and you pull it out and check it for money.
20 kroner, that was more than enough for a meal.
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You go to the small, local cafe, smiling sweetly at the young waitress that were standing behind the cash register. she was the only one in the cafe except for some old couple sitting in the corner.
" Good morning. " You say as you walk up to her and take a quick look at the menu.
" Good morning. " She says back, giggling as she twirled a lock of her dark brown hair around her finger.
" Give me a house special sandwich and a glass of soda. " You say and the girl push a few buttons on her cash register. You open your wallet ready to take out the money but the girl just shakes her head.
" This is on the house. " She says shyly. You raise your eyebrow before smiling at her. She starts that annoying giggling again as she dissapear to the backroom to get your order. You walk over to one of the tables that's standing by one of the windows and sits down. You watch all the people outside walking, on their way to work. You were unemployed. You had tried a few different jobs but none of them were theright one for you. Being a cashier was lame, and sitting on an office all day weren't really your style. No, you were ment for one thing, and that was ruling the world by Hitler's side. Imagine, you standing there by his side, executing the jews and other scums.
You let out a sigh as you continue to daydream. You're ruling over the new, aric scandinavia. No jews. No retards. No gay people. Just a perfect, aric world like it was supposed to be.
" Here's you order. " The waitress smile at you as she place the plate infront of you. you snap out of your daydream.
" Oh! Thank you. " You smile at her. She giggles again as she walks away, her eyes staring at you. Ok, she was creepy.
You take a bite of your sandwich as you let your eyes travel over the cafe. The walls were painted red and there were black and white pictures on the wall. Maybe it was of the family who owned this shop?
You take another bite and soon that creepy girl sits down by your side. She place her chin in her palm as she sits there looking at you.
" I'm on my break now. " She says, smiling. You swallow a piece of the sandwich.
" Good for you. " you say, voice without any emotions. She giggles.
" I know right? So i thought i would sit down here and keep you company! "
' I liked you better when you were in your own company over there. ' You think inside you.
" Oh, lucky me, I guess. "
" Tihi I know, right? " She says, placing her hand on your shoulder. You raise your brows.
" Uhm, listen- " You start but she cuts you off.
" Do you wanna maybe, want to go out tonight and do something? "
' Yeah, but not with you. '
" Lady, listen, this isn't going to work out between us. " You say as you raise up from your seat.
" What? Why not? Did I do something wrong?! " She ask in a worried voice. You shake your head.
" No you're just not my type. Sorry. " You answer as you leave the shop.
' God what an annoying... thing. ' You think for yourself as you're walking down the street. Some girls were just way to much, even for you.
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Anastasias POV:
March 28th 1942
12 days remain..
It's raining heavily as you're waking down Karl Johan's street a cold evening, your dress covered in filth and dirt. Two boys had attacked you on your way home. They stole your shoes and purse before they dumped you in a ditch. Your pretty hvite dress which had been passed down from your grandmother to your mother who gave it to you. The one with the blue and red flowers on. Your only dress. You should had known it was a stupid idea to wear it in public.
You wouldn't let them see you cry. That was exactly what they were out after. You'd only cry after they left you there, then you let the tears flow.
You wonder if your mother would get angry. Angry for you ruining her grandmothers dress. Your grandmother wasn't alive anymore. She had been executed in Poland when they discovered her religious background. She went to get her older sister who had married a polish man almost fourty years ago. Together they had moved to warszawa. when your grandmother had arrived she found out they had already been killed, and she would soon follow.
You're entering the citypark. You were completely alone. You guess people were busy making dinner or doing their homeworks.
You've always been a person who prefered being alone. What was wrong with being alone? If you were alone, you didn't have to worry to get hurt. You can't trust people. People don't want you well. They'd only pretend to like you and in the end, turn out to be just as cruel as the rest of them.
You can see a faded set of swings a few meters away. You walk over to it and sit down on the cold, wet faded piece of wood. You grab the ropes with your small hands and slowly, start swinging back and forth. You look up at the sky. It was grey and cloudy and you had to squint so the rain wouldn't hurt your eyes. Far away you swear you could see stars glittering behind the clouds.
You remember when you were only five years old. it was autumn and your great grandfather had taken you to the park, even though he had been really sick. He was almost ninenty years old at that time. The doctors didn't know what was wrong with him, but they didn't give him long to live. 3 weeks top. You remember you didn't understand what it ment when your parents told you he only had 3 weeks left here. You asked if he planned to move away, and they said "sort of, yes."
You remember he had taken you to this swing. he lifted you up and carefully placed you on the swing before standing up behind you, slowly pushing you. You swear you could still hear your voice from back then screaming; " Higher, Papi! HIGHEEEER! " finished with a loud, high pitched laugh. Your great grandfather laughed with you as he started to push you faster and higher. Your laugher turned higher and higher and people walking by would stop up and stare before smiling at the two of you.
Unfortunantly, it had started raining and since your great grandfather was sick, you both desided to go home. Your grandmother had scowled at him as you both had entered the livingroom. She didn't like that you had been outside while it rained. Your great grandfather decided to go to bed early since he felt tired and you jumped on him, hugging him.
" I love you, Papi! "
" I love you too, Staces ". He had said and hugged you back. Then he entered his bedroom and went to sleep. He died that night with a smile on his face.
You remember you had shouted and screamed when they told you the next morning. You were sure this was only your fault and you blamed yourself. If you hadn't taken your great grandfather out last night, he could had been alive today. You were sure it was the rain which had killed him. Your grandma had only hugged you and told you that he was old and wouldn't had made it for much longer. she wiped your tears and told you that he died happy. That you were the most important thing in his life and it ment the world to him to get to spend his last hours with you.
You lean back and close your eyes as you swing higher and higher. You're pretending you're five years old again and Papi is the one pushing you. Before all the problems. Before the war. Before he died.
Right now you were happy he was gone though. You didn't want him to see which cruel things were happening to the jewish people around the world.
By now the rain has slowly come to an end, and the clouds were fading away from the sky, showing off the twinkling stars. You remember your mother told you that when you saw the night's first star, you could make a wish. By now it had to be at least one billion stars, so did that mean you got one billion wishes?
" I wish for the war to be over. " You whisper as the first wish.
" I wish for my people to be safe. "
" I wish for everything to get back to normal. "
" I wish for world peace. "
" I wish for happiness. "
" I wish for love. "
" I wish for friendship between everyone. "
" I wish for acceptance. "
You close your eyes as you make your last wish:
" I wish my Papi back.. "
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Alex's POV:
" YES! YES! "
" OH MY GOD OH SHIT DAMMIT! "
" FASTEEEEEEEER!!! "
" AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!! "
You finish humping and roll off this nights random slut. You groan as you reach for you cigarettes but can't feel them.
" Where the hell is my cigarettes? " You curse as you look around the bedroom. You eye the floor and see that it had to be knocked off the bedside table.
" Damn.. " You curse as you reach down and pick up the grey box. You sit back up and peek inside it. You had only three left. You curse out once more as you take one out and stuff it in your mouth, lightening it with the lighter you kept in the box. You take a deep drag before letting it out.
" May I have one? " Your bedpartner asks. Her brown eyes piercing into your own ones. Her long blonde hair was damp and glued to her forehead. Her face was pink and sweaty. You take one look at her.
" Hmmm.. No. " you say bluntly as you take another drag. She frowns at you with her to thin eyebrows.
" Why? "
" Because I said so. " You grunt at her.
" You're such a-! A bastard! " She yells as she sits up, crossing her arms across her chest. You take the cigarette out of your mouth and stomp it in the ashtray. It hisses as it meets the cold metal. You smirk at her.
" Dollface, I already knew that. " You smile sweetly at her. Her face gives you an annoying look. You lean in closer to her and place your hand on her shoulder.
" Now.... " You whisper as you start to kiss her neck but she place both of her hands on your chest, pushing you off with enough force to knock you over. you stare wide eyed at her.
" Keep those filthy paws away from me. " She growls at you. You smile and shrug at her as she rolls our of bed and starts getting dressed.
" Same place, same time next week? " You ask with a laugh as you sit back up. She just huffs at you.
" Down the hallway and second door to the right! " You call after her as she leaves the bedroom. You flinch as she slams the front door as she leaves. You let out another groan and rub your eyes.
" Whore. " You whisper under your breath. Like she ment anything to you. She was just another one. You could easily get any girl you wanted.
You hear your stomach growl.
" Maybe I should get up.. " You tell yourself as you feel your stomach trying to eat itself.
You roll out of bed and grab the pair of pants which had been teared of you last night as you brough home that nameless woman. You put them on, bounching around on your left leg while looking for your t-shirt.
Oh yeah thats right. You lost it due the foreplay in the livingroom last night.
you couldn't bother go to the livingroom so you walk over to your closet and take out a black, buttoned shirt. You're leaving the bedroom and stop up infront of the mirror in the hallway as you put on the shirt, buttoning it up. you smile at your reflection.
" You handsome devil. " You say to yourself as you run your fingers through your hair.
You'll eat lunch out today. You were tired of dried out bread and water every day.
You grab your black coat from the hook on the wall, checking if you had your wallet. You did, and you pull it out and check it for money.
20 kroner, that was more than enough for a meal.
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You go to the small, local cafe, smiling sweetly at the young waitress that were standing behind the cash register. she was the only one in the cafe except for some old couple sitting in the corner.
" Good morning. " You say as you walk up to her and take a quick look at the menu.
" Good morning. " She says back, giggling as she twirled a lock of her dark brown hair around her finger.
" Give me a house special sandwich and a glass of soda. " You say and the girl push a few buttons on her cash register. You open your wallet ready to take out the money but the girl just shakes her head.
" This is on the house. " She says shyly. You raise your eyebrow before smiling at her. She starts that annoying giggling again as she dissapear to the backroom to get your order. You walk over to one of the tables that's standing by one of the windows and sits down. You watch all the people outside walking, on their way to work. You were unemployed. You had tried a few different jobs but none of them were theright one for you. Being a cashier was lame, and sitting on an office all day weren't really your style. No, you were ment for one thing, and that was ruling the world by Hitler's side. Imagine, you standing there by his side, executing the jews and other scums.
You let out a sigh as you continue to daydream. You're ruling over the new, aric scandinavia. No jews. No retards. No gay people. Just a perfect, aric world like it was supposed to be.
" Here's you order. " The waitress smile at you as she place the plate infront of you. you snap out of your daydream.
" Oh! Thank you. " You smile at her. She giggles again as she walks away, her eyes staring at you. Ok, she was creepy.
You take a bite of your sandwich as you let your eyes travel over the cafe. The walls were painted red and there were black and white pictures on the wall. Maybe it was of the family who owned this shop?
You take another bite and soon that creepy girl sits down by your side. She place her chin in her palm as she sits there looking at you.
" I'm on my break now. " She says, smiling. You swallow a piece of the sandwich.
" Good for you. " you say, voice without any emotions. She giggles.
" I know right? So i thought i would sit down here and keep you company! "
' I liked you better when you were in your own company over there. ' You think inside you.
" Oh, lucky me, I guess. "
" Tihi I know, right? " She says, placing her hand on your shoulder. You raise your brows.
" Uhm, listen- " You start but she cuts you off.
" Do you wanna maybe, want to go out tonight and do something? "
' Yeah, but not with you. '
" Lady, listen, this isn't going to work out between us. " You say as you raise up from your seat.
" What? Why not? Did I do something wrong?! " She ask in a worried voice. You shake your head.
" No you're just not my type. Sorry. " You answer as you leave the shop.
' God what an annoying... thing. ' You think for yourself as you're walking down the street. Some girls were just way to much, even for you.
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@ Helene JFDGJKHKHDSKHDFKJ HELENE HAS UPDATED!!!!!!!!!!!!!! :DDDD *flails arms* :DDD Nice chap. ^^ me like :D The grandpa thing was really beautiful, although he was dead now. You described also Alex's life good. It was nice to read, and I didn't get bored ( I actually never get bored while reading your stories :D <3) :D Woohoo! :DD Keep on going! :D <3
... and I should write something tooooo :D (saying it again, yes xD)
... and I should write something tooooo :D (saying it again, yes xD)
@Helene; wow the chapter was really nice. Grandpa part was kinda sad. but for me thing with an execution in Poland was really true and yeah... ;(( can't wait for the next one <3 :)
@Jana- tht update was awesome, me enjoyed reading it very much, leaves me wanting more, keep it up
@Helene- well wht can i say tht chap was wow, so sad yet great to read at the same time, i agree with sonja the grandfather piece was incredible, her reflection of her time with him created further sadness, yet hopefullness with the star wishing sequence. And well wht can i say abt alex expect he is full of himself in this story and yep no doubt has to have sex at some point, was funny his attitude to the girl he slept with, after having sex with her, thinking she has no right to get a ciggerate, but share his bed again. Anyways me loved it yay keep it up
@sonja- i meant wht i said 'get writing' lol, jokes. me love your stuff as well
@Helene- well wht can i say tht chap was wow, so sad yet great to read at the same time, i agree with sonja the grandfather piece was incredible, her reflection of her time with him created further sadness, yet hopefullness with the star wishing sequence. And well wht can i say abt alex expect he is full of himself in this story and yep no doubt has to have sex at some point, was funny his attitude to the girl he slept with, after having sex with her, thinking she has no right to get a ciggerate, but share his bed again. Anyways me loved it yay keep it up
@sonja- i meant wht i said 'get writing' lol, jokes. me love your stuff as well
So I got some inspiration from the kissphoto with Malin and Alex, and that's why I decided to write this little oneshot about it. ^^
(Yayz for cheesy title! xD)
Goodbye my lover, goodbye my friend
‘Alexander, what’s this?’
You put the magazine in front of him on the table.
He looked at it and you saw he was biting his lip.
‘Maria… Sweetheart… I can explain…’
‘You don’t need to explain ANYTHING, Alexander! I see it with my own eyes! You’re kissing, no, you’re eating that fucking Swedish bitch!’
‘Malin’s not a bitch!’ He answered. He threw the magazine on the floor and stood up from his chair.
‘Oh, so now you’re defending her?’ You snarled.
‘No I’m not! Of course I’m not! I only love you, sweetheart…’ He tried to kiss you, but you quickly turned your head. He looked surprised.
‘Sweetie… Don’t be mad… It was just a mistake, okay?’
‘Yeah right…’ You whispered. You felt like crying.
‘Please… Believe me… I was drunk, and it was just after we dropped out of Let’s Dance… I just needed some comfort…’
‘You needed WHAT?’ You yelled. ‘And because you needed some… Comfort, you thought: ‘’Hey, I’m so sad and horny, why won’t I dryhump my dance partner, while my REAL girlfriend is in Norway, studying like an idiot!’’’ You heard anger rise in your voice. You wanted to slap him in the face so hard. And every slap would stand for everything he had done to you. Every lie. Every cry. Every little crack in your heart.
‘Malin said you would never know about it…’ He mumbled.
‘So it was all her idea? So you’re an angel now? Jesus fucking Christ himself? You have no blame?’
‘Maria… Please…’
‘No, of course not! Because everything you do must be praised into heaven! I should kneel down to you because you cheated on me!’
‘I didn’t cheat on you, Maria. It was just a kiss, nothing more…’
‘What?’ You felt tears streaming down your cheeks. You felt your heart crack. ‘Just a kiss… Okay…’ You whispered.
‘Come on, let’s go to the bathroom,’ he smiled. ‘Your mascara is smeared all over your face.’ He giggled and tried to grab your shoulder, but you slapped his hand away.
‘Don’t you dare to touch me. Not with the same hand you touched Malin’s slutty ass with.’
He quickly took his hand off your shoulder. ‘I think you’re really excaggerating now. It was just a kiss, Maria. Get over it already.’
‘It’s so funny…’ You whispered, while shaking your head. ‘Just some months ago, you were crying about Moa who was using you. I comforted you, I… cared for you. I was worried when you went home to your apartment, because I thought you would break your hand again, or even worse…’
He remained silent.
‘And every day, I saw the sparkles in your eyes and your cheeky smile were coming back a little. The same sparkles as in 2009, when you were happy. Not only in front of the cameras and when your fans came to you and asked for autographs and pictures. You were filled with joy, you skipped through the hallways and hugged everyone you saw…’
He grinned, but you still didn’t look at him.
‘And when you kissed me, for the first time after all those years, on that little bridge in Helsinki, and you said you would never let me go, I was happy. Because I knew you meant it. The sparkles were back again.’ You sobbed. ‘And when you came home, tired of the dance training and everything, I cared for you. I listened to you. I comforted you when you had a bad dream. I kissed your tears away. I cooked dinner for you, because I didn’t want you to get thin. Remember you said you would already have killed yourself if I wouldn’t be there?’ You looked straight in his red, tear stained eyes.
He nodded. ‘Yes,’ he whispered.
‘And… At Spellemann, when you introduced me as ‘my girlfriend’, I was so proud. It felt like a reward for everything I did for you. But now… One week later, you kissed someone else. Cheated on me. And I should get over it already? After everything I sacrifised for you? Don’t you get how much you hurt me?’
He waited a few minutes before he answered your question. ‘I’m so sorry, sweetheart… I… I made a mistake. Please forgive me, Maria. You mean so much to me… You’re my everything…’ He began kissing your left cheek, and slowly, he was kissing the tip of your nose. Small, sweet kisses filled your face.
You didn’t react. You opened your eyes and looked outside. It was night already. You slowly pushed him away from you. ‘I’m going to bed, Alex,’ you said.
You slowly walked to your bedroom, and you heard he was walking just behind you. ‘No,’ you said. ‘I’m not going to sleep in one bed with you.’
He raised his eyebrow, but he didn’t react. Instead, he walked to the cupboard and took a black fleece blanket out of it. It was the same blanket as the one you used to cover yourself when you were watching TV together. You felt tears coming again.
‘Good night,’ you whispered to him. But he didn’t answer.
When you were in your room, you grabbed your suitcase, which was under your bed. You opened it and began to clear out your closet. You smiled when you saw the dress Alex gave to you at your 1 month anniversary. It was the same as you wore at Spellemann, green with a peacock pattern. You could never wear it again without thinking about Alex, and those wonderful months. You left it in the closet. Maybe he could give it to Malin.
You noticed you weren’t crying while you were you were packing your suitcase. Maybe you made the right choice. Maybe that was the reason. You couldn’t think of another one. But you felt tears when you grabbed your violin suitcase, because you knew you would never play the violin again while he would stand next to you, looking seriously at the music sheet which was in front of you. You would never hear him sing for you again. You would never hear his sweet, low voice saying ‘Good morning, sweetheart’ to you. You would never see him as your boyfriend again. Only in your dreams, and in the fucking newspapers who’s headlines lied to every Norwegian.
You packed everything which belonged to you. You put your suitcase at the door, and slowly walked to your bedroom. You smelled the air and carefully removed the photo of Alex and you, which stood on your night table, from the frame. It was your favorite photo. Olga took it while you were swimming in Ukraine last summer. You were holding on his back, smiling to the camera. Alex put his tongue out to the camera. You smiled and put the photo in your coat’s pocket.
Then you walked over to Alex, who was sleeping on the couch. You carefully kissed his forehead. ‘Bye, sweetie,’ you whispered. ‘Good luck with Malin.’
The Akerselva smelled wonderful when you stood at her river-banks. You deeply exhaled and took the photo out of your pocket. You carefully ripped small pieces of it. When you got a small piece which was light enough to be carried by the wind, you held it above your head and released them, one by one.
And while you were releasing the little photo pieces, you felt every memory, every kiss, every hug and every memory with Alex in it fly away with them.
~ The end
(Yayz for cheesy title! xD)
Goodbye my lover, goodbye my friend
‘Alexander, what’s this?’
You put the magazine in front of him on the table.
He looked at it and you saw he was biting his lip.
‘Maria… Sweetheart… I can explain…’
‘You don’t need to explain ANYTHING, Alexander! I see it with my own eyes! You’re kissing, no, you’re eating that fucking Swedish bitch!’
‘Malin’s not a bitch!’ He answered. He threw the magazine on the floor and stood up from his chair.
‘Oh, so now you’re defending her?’ You snarled.
‘No I’m not! Of course I’m not! I only love you, sweetheart…’ He tried to kiss you, but you quickly turned your head. He looked surprised.
‘Sweetie… Don’t be mad… It was just a mistake, okay?’
‘Yeah right…’ You whispered. You felt like crying.
‘Please… Believe me… I was drunk, and it was just after we dropped out of Let’s Dance… I just needed some comfort…’
‘You needed WHAT?’ You yelled. ‘And because you needed some… Comfort, you thought: ‘’Hey, I’m so sad and horny, why won’t I dryhump my dance partner, while my REAL girlfriend is in Norway, studying like an idiot!’’’ You heard anger rise in your voice. You wanted to slap him in the face so hard. And every slap would stand for everything he had done to you. Every lie. Every cry. Every little crack in your heart.
‘Malin said you would never know about it…’ He mumbled.
‘So it was all her idea? So you’re an angel now? Jesus fucking Christ himself? You have no blame?’
‘Maria… Please…’
‘No, of course not! Because everything you do must be praised into heaven! I should kneel down to you because you cheated on me!’
‘I didn’t cheat on you, Maria. It was just a kiss, nothing more…’
‘What?’ You felt tears streaming down your cheeks. You felt your heart crack. ‘Just a kiss… Okay…’ You whispered.
‘Come on, let’s go to the bathroom,’ he smiled. ‘Your mascara is smeared all over your face.’ He giggled and tried to grab your shoulder, but you slapped his hand away.
‘Don’t you dare to touch me. Not with the same hand you touched Malin’s slutty ass with.’
He quickly took his hand off your shoulder. ‘I think you’re really excaggerating now. It was just a kiss, Maria. Get over it already.’
‘It’s so funny…’ You whispered, while shaking your head. ‘Just some months ago, you were crying about Moa who was using you. I comforted you, I… cared for you. I was worried when you went home to your apartment, because I thought you would break your hand again, or even worse…’
He remained silent.
‘And every day, I saw the sparkles in your eyes and your cheeky smile were coming back a little. The same sparkles as in 2009, when you were happy. Not only in front of the cameras and when your fans came to you and asked for autographs and pictures. You were filled with joy, you skipped through the hallways and hugged everyone you saw…’
He grinned, but you still didn’t look at him.
‘And when you kissed me, for the first time after all those years, on that little bridge in Helsinki, and you said you would never let me go, I was happy. Because I knew you meant it. The sparkles were back again.’ You sobbed. ‘And when you came home, tired of the dance training and everything, I cared for you. I listened to you. I comforted you when you had a bad dream. I kissed your tears away. I cooked dinner for you, because I didn’t want you to get thin. Remember you said you would already have killed yourself if I wouldn’t be there?’ You looked straight in his red, tear stained eyes.
He nodded. ‘Yes,’ he whispered.
‘And… At Spellemann, when you introduced me as ‘my girlfriend’, I was so proud. It felt like a reward for everything I did for you. But now… One week later, you kissed someone else. Cheated on me. And I should get over it already? After everything I sacrifised for you? Don’t you get how much you hurt me?’
He waited a few minutes before he answered your question. ‘I’m so sorry, sweetheart… I… I made a mistake. Please forgive me, Maria. You mean so much to me… You’re my everything…’ He began kissing your left cheek, and slowly, he was kissing the tip of your nose. Small, sweet kisses filled your face.
You didn’t react. You opened your eyes and looked outside. It was night already. You slowly pushed him away from you. ‘I’m going to bed, Alex,’ you said.
You slowly walked to your bedroom, and you heard he was walking just behind you. ‘No,’ you said. ‘I’m not going to sleep in one bed with you.’
He raised his eyebrow, but he didn’t react. Instead, he walked to the cupboard and took a black fleece blanket out of it. It was the same blanket as the one you used to cover yourself when you were watching TV together. You felt tears coming again.
‘Good night,’ you whispered to him. But he didn’t answer.
When you were in your room, you grabbed your suitcase, which was under your bed. You opened it and began to clear out your closet. You smiled when you saw the dress Alex gave to you at your 1 month anniversary. It was the same as you wore at Spellemann, green with a peacock pattern. You could never wear it again without thinking about Alex, and those wonderful months. You left it in the closet. Maybe he could give it to Malin.
You noticed you weren’t crying while you were you were packing your suitcase. Maybe you made the right choice. Maybe that was the reason. You couldn’t think of another one. But you felt tears when you grabbed your violin suitcase, because you knew you would never play the violin again while he would stand next to you, looking seriously at the music sheet which was in front of you. You would never hear him sing for you again. You would never hear his sweet, low voice saying ‘Good morning, sweetheart’ to you. You would never see him as your boyfriend again. Only in your dreams, and in the fucking newspapers who’s headlines lied to every Norwegian.
You packed everything which belonged to you. You put your suitcase at the door, and slowly walked to your bedroom. You smelled the air and carefully removed the photo of Alex and you, which stood on your night table, from the frame. It was your favorite photo. Olga took it while you were swimming in Ukraine last summer. You were holding on his back, smiling to the camera. Alex put his tongue out to the camera. You smiled and put the photo in your coat’s pocket.
Then you walked over to Alex, who was sleeping on the couch. You carefully kissed his forehead. ‘Bye, sweetie,’ you whispered. ‘Good luck with Malin.’
The Akerselva smelled wonderful when you stood at her river-banks. You deeply exhaled and took the photo out of your pocket. You carefully ripped small pieces of it. When you got a small piece which was light enough to be carried by the wind, you held it above your head and released them, one by one.
And while you were releasing the little photo pieces, you felt every memory, every kiss, every hug and every memory with Alex in it fly away with them.
~ The end
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MizzMuffin im crying now, seriously xD That is just way to sad D: But omfg so awesomly well written! =D
@Helene: That was fucking awesome! :DDD I demant moooooore ^^
@MizzMuffin: That was both sad and beautiful *-* Agree with Helene, awesomely written :D
@MizzMuffin: That was both sad and beautiful *-* Agree with Helene, awesomely written :D
well,i'm new on this forum and see your stories about him,i've read just one of these,you guys really do great works,but i cannot read all of them in just one time :D
hello everybody,and say hello to me! :)
hello everybody,and say hello to me! :)
OMFG MIZZ MUFFIN THAT WAS AWESOME AND INCREDIBLE, really well written, so beautiful and captivating to read . It felt like it was conveying a real scenario, where i was the narrator, watching frm over head. It was sad and yet captured the moment and the strong feeling- i loved it so much. MORE, MORE MORE.
@Helene:ur welcomeee! :) you can call me buse,it's my name :)
@Lindah:Heii! :)
@Lindah:Heii! :)
