My friend discovered something reality-defying in by Rakushasuu, literature
Literature
My friend discovered something reality-defying in
Until a few weeks ago I've been blissfully unaware of, well, almost everything. I went to work every day, loved movies and games and hang out with people, mostly my friend Greg.
Speaking of the devil, it's because of him that all this changed. It was a couple of weeks ago when he called me after yet another long day at work.
"Yo, Steve, can you come over to my place? I gotta show you something."
"Ugh, can't it wait, dude? I was at the store all day today, like seriously, I'm exhausted."
"No way man, get your ass over here right now! I even got us a couple of cold beers."
Well, it was the last point that sold it for me. It was Saturday ev
It's said that once we're adults, we don't remember much of our life before the age of ten. The scientific term for this is childhood amnesia.
Some people talk about not remembering certain events in their childhood. They might look at old photo albums of their early years, and get this sad look on their faces. Often they don't remember certain family gatherings or birthdays.
I'm not one of these people. I pray that many of these early memories stay hidden. You might ask why. It's because I grew up an orphan. I never got to meet my biological parents. Instead, I was pushed around from family to family and orphanage to orphanage.
The foster
Grandma died a week ago.
I was devastated. I knew about the cancer and that there wasn't any hope at her age. Still, I didn't want to believe it. She'd been the nicest person I'd ever known, and since mom had died, she'd taken care of me. It was all thanks to her that I was able to go to college.
Going through all those things she'd collected throughout her life was strange. It felt wrong to so simply decide what to keep and what to throw away. Yet, it was necessary. I couldn't hope to keep all of it.
There was her collection of ceramic figurines, old photo albums of her and family, stacks of yellowed books, cheap paintings whose colors we
I'm sure you're well acquainted with wind farms. They're quite popular here in Germany, especially in the more rural areas.
One of them isn't too far away from my small home village.
The first of the giant wind turbines was built more than a decade ago. Throughout the last years more have been added.
At night, you can always make them out due to their bright, red, obstruction lights, even during the sickest fog.
To be honest, I haven't looked at them or their lights in the longest time. As a kid, they were the most impressive thing in the world, but the more they added and the older I got my interests shifted. Once I was a teenager it was
A few days ago I found a note on my roommate’s door.
I frowned instantly when I saw it. By now I'd grown quite annoyed at Tom's antics. Ever since he started dating Jessica, he'd started doing this. She was the one who gave him the idea, saying it was cute and romantic.
Needless to say, when Tom left notes for me, they were neither cute nor romantic. Half the time they were plain stupid. You can't imagine how often I found one saying 'If you read this you're a dumbass' or 'Please throw me away'.
At other times he used them to actually inform me about things. Saying he'd be gone for a day or two, that we were out of toilet paper, or t
Inspector Brandt and Officer Ziegler were out on a routine night patrol through town. Both of them knew that these patrols were a waste of time. Nothing ever happened in their small town. The worst they'd ever ran into was a few drunk teenagers making a ruckus.
This night it was different.
As the two of them drove down the main street, they suddenly saw a figure standing in the middle of the street. It was a partly naked, long-haired young man. He looked scruffy, dirty and covered in something dark. When the headlight of the car illuminated him entirely, it was clear in an instant that it must be dried blood.
The moment the man noticed the
Did you ever fall asleep on the last subway or tram?
If you did, you know what happens. At the last station an attendant or in some cases the driver will wake you up and tell you to get out. Then you're left to figure out how to get home on your own.
At times things can get a bit more unlucky, and people are missed.
In my city, those people will end up in one of the three large depots that the trams are returned to.
These are large maintenance halls with enough room for more than a hundred trams.
During the day these depots are buzzing with employees. There are tram drivers who arrive and start on their daily shift. There is the maintena
My friend discovered something reality-defying in by Rakushasuu, literature
Literature
My friend discovered something reality-defying in
Until a few weeks ago I've been blissfully unaware of, well, almost everything. I went to work every day, loved movies and games and hang out with people, mostly my friend Greg.
Speaking of the devil, it's because of him that all this changed. It was a couple of weeks ago when he called me after yet another long day at work.
"Yo, Steve, can you come over to my place? I gotta show you something."
"Ugh, can't it wait, dude? I was at the store all day today, like seriously, I'm exhausted."
"No way man, get your ass over here right now! I even got us a couple of cold beers."
Well, it was the last point that sold it for me. It was Saturday ev
It's said that once we're adults, we don't remember much of our life before the age of ten. The scientific term for this is childhood amnesia.
Some people talk about not remembering certain events in their childhood. They might look at old photo albums of their early years, and get this sad look on their faces. Often they don't remember certain family gatherings or birthdays.
I'm not one of these people. I pray that many of these early memories stay hidden. You might ask why. It's because I grew up an orphan. I never got to meet my biological parents. Instead, I was pushed around from family to family and orphanage to orphanage.
The foster
Grandma died a week ago.
I was devastated. I knew about the cancer and that there wasn't any hope at her age. Still, I didn't want to believe it. She'd been the nicest person I'd ever known, and since mom had died, she'd taken care of me. It was all thanks to her that I was able to go to college.
Going through all those things she'd collected throughout her life was strange. It felt wrong to so simply decide what to keep and what to throw away. Yet, it was necessary. I couldn't hope to keep all of it.
There was her collection of ceramic figurines, old photo albums of her and family, stacks of yellowed books, cheap paintings whose colors we
I'm sure you're well acquainted with wind farms. They're quite popular here in Germany, especially in the more rural areas.
One of them isn't too far away from my small home village.
The first of the giant wind turbines was built more than a decade ago. Throughout the last years more have been added.
At night, you can always make them out due to their bright, red, obstruction lights, even during the sickest fog.
To be honest, I haven't looked at them or their lights in the longest time. As a kid, they were the most impressive thing in the world, but the more they added and the older I got my interests shifted. Once I was a teenager it was
A few days ago I found a note on my roommate’s door.
I frowned instantly when I saw it. By now I'd grown quite annoyed at Tom's antics. Ever since he started dating Jessica, he'd started doing this. She was the one who gave him the idea, saying it was cute and romantic.
Needless to say, when Tom left notes for me, they were neither cute nor romantic. Half the time they were plain stupid. You can't imagine how often I found one saying 'If you read this you're a dumbass' or 'Please throw me away'.
At other times he used them to actually inform me about things. Saying he'd be gone for a day or two, that we were out of toilet paper, or t
Inspector Brandt and Officer Ziegler were out on a routine night patrol through town. Both of them knew that these patrols were a waste of time. Nothing ever happened in their small town. The worst they'd ever ran into was a few drunk teenagers making a ruckus.
This night it was different.
As the two of them drove down the main street, they suddenly saw a figure standing in the middle of the street. It was a partly naked, long-haired young man. He looked scruffy, dirty and covered in something dark. When the headlight of the car illuminated him entirely, it was clear in an instant that it must be dried blood.
The moment the man noticed the
Did you ever fall asleep on the last subway or tram?
If you did, you know what happens. At the last station an attendant or in some cases the driver will wake you up and tell you to get out. Then you're left to figure out how to get home on your own.
At times things can get a bit more unlucky, and people are missed.
In my city, those people will end up in one of the three large depots that the trams are returned to.
These are large maintenance halls with enough room for more than a hundred trams.
During the day these depots are buzzing with employees. There are tram drivers who arrive and start on their daily shift. There is the maintena
"Come on, just admit it!"
"Shut up, Steve! No, nothing happened that night."
"Oh really? I bet Jay here heard the story too."
With that, he turned to Jay who walked a couple of steps behind us.
"I am really not interested in whatever bullshit you guys are talking about."
Steve looked from him back to me.
"Tch, you guys are no fun."
With that, he sped up a bit and took the lead. I rechecked my phone. It was already long past eleven in the evening.
"Yo, Jay, you sure that campsite is up here? Like anywhere?"
"It should be pretty close," he said without looking at me.
"That's what you said half an hour ago, man. Can't you check Google
It's said that once we're adults, we don't remember much of our life before the age of ten. The scientific term for this is childhood amnesia.
Some people talk about not remembering certain events in their childhood. They might look at old photo albums of their early years, and get this sad look on their faces. Often they don't remember certain family gatherings or birthdays.
I'm not one of these people. I pray that many of these early memories stay hidden. You might ask why. It's because I grew up an orphan. I never got to meet my biological parents. Instead, I was pushed around from family to family and orphanage to orphanage.
The foster