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der gluecklichste tagGibt es etwas Langweiligeres als Hochzeiten? Allmählich bezweifle ich das. Es nimmt und nimmt kein Ende. Der Priester redet nun schon seit einer kleinen Ewigkeit und ich habe Mühe meine Augen offen zu halten. Als er es sieht, wirft er mir einen tadelnden Blick zu, aber das ist mir egal. Er ist schließlich aus freien Stücken hier, in dieser Kirche.  Ich nicht. Ich hasse Kirchen. Sie sind groß und kalt und haben mit Glauben so gar nichts zu tun. Zumindest nicht für mich.  Nicht nur ich langweile mich. Ich habe einen der Trauzeugen eben Gähnen gesehen bevor er sich abwenden konnte. Ich verkneife mir e der gluecklichste tag
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The day the fish learnt to flyThe day the fish learned to fly was a Wednesday. It was the third Wednesday in July and it was by no means a special day.  It rained, maybe that makes everything a bit more logical. The days had been warm almost crushing hot. The heat had been dammed up for weeks and on that Wednesday it all came down with one enormous thunderstorm. The streets were steaming and hissing when the first rain hit the pavement.  Huge billows hung in the air, they were amazingly warm. Despite of the thick drops raining from the sky we were sweating and the sweat mixed with the water falling down on us like waterfalls. You could hardly see the hand in fro The day the fish learnt to fly
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never grow up.I have a monster living underneath my bed.   
He’s made up of burnt frog skin, white-red cobweb veined eyes and a collection of missing pebble teeth. Sometimes we play scrabble.   
(The first time he was just a mechanical hum beneath the bowing wooden planks, he was just a faint smell of green and he was just a hot cloud of fog around my lips. It’s the wind, it’s the wind, I breathed. Then he breathed back, heavy and loud and monster-like; AM NOT.)   
He always spoke in capitals; MONSTERS ARE MUCH TOO SCARY FOR LOWER-CASED LETTERS, he informed me one night under pink covers. I shined the flashlight never grow up.
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pretty boys break hearts.sometimes I think I’m just a mess of badly drawn lines. I’m just scrawled veins beneath paper rough skin, I wear poorly sketched scars on my thighs [skin deep red pen lines] and even my smile is lop-sided- but he never seemed to notice.        my skin [spread like thick icing over my skeleton] is a monotonous pattern of pores, a stretch of the world the sun never kissed. I can’t see the beauty in multitudes of freckles and chipped fingernails- but he does.   
‘why do you love me?’   
‘you make me happy.’   
I never could figure out just how. was it pretty boys break hearts.
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Arthur Is DeadMy name is Arthur, and I've been dead for 3 months and 16 days.   
I’d sum up the hours and minutes for you, but I've since lost the precision of thought to do so, not to mention the attention span to take notice. I couldn't tell you the rate of cell degeneration that is occurring inside, but I do know that my brain is breaking down. I’m burning out the last of my precious chemicals.   
I haven't got the scientific background to explain it any better than that. I'm not versed in human anatomy. I'm a writer, and a mediocre one at that, so you'll have to take this account for what it's worth. I've got just enough v Arthur Is Dead
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.a month of writing madness

Thu Oct 9, 2008, 11:22 AM
I'm just writing to you to anounce that I'm going to participate in the National Novel Writing Month this year.
For those who do not know, the NaNoWriMo is a writing madness that goes through the whole month November and the goal is to write 50 000 words in 30 days.
I wanted to participate the last two years but never got the chance. The first year I moved and the second I was about to finish my long-time project, which is still pretty much nameless besides the working title Walking through the fire, and did not want to interrupt.
Currently I'm writing on two novels (Working titles: Falling into shadows & Noir. The first one being the second part of my long-time project) and again on my Alice stories alias Walking among the mad.
But this year I just can not stand back and so I'll lay my current projects to rest for the month of November and write a story I've had in mind for ages: Winternights
It's kinda a spin off to my long-term project featuring a new character and someone you already might know from a (deleted) short story: A vampire named Krit.

So, that's all I'm telling. If you are a NaNoWriMo participant, too, let me know and add me to your writing buddies.
My name is FreakingMuse [link]

Since I am not writing here very frequently I might tell you that I have a blog you can follow if you are interested in my newest madness. It's bilingual (English & German) and mostly about my photography and my writing.
You can find it here: [link]

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I am still so overwhelmed and happy when I see people reading, commenting and faving my poetry and prose.
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  • Personal Quote: .i am walking among the mad but i am still the worst
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Mood: Joy *Celtic-Dreaming:iconCeltic-Dreaming: May 1, 2009, 6:17:00 AM
Your work has been featured here [link]
and here [link]

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A club for CELTIC DREAMS & INSPIRATIONS......
*wordworks:iconwordworks: Aug 22, 2008, 11:37:19 AM
Thank you for the favorite on Arthur Is Dead. I appreciate it. :)

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~Eisratte03:iconEisratte03: Mar 13, 2008, 3:54:49 AM
Ich bin beeindruckt von deinen Texten. Gefühle anstupsen ist absolut deine Stärke. Du bist dann der erste Texter den ich adde fühl dich beobachtet^^

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Muhahahahaha! :headbang:
~CuteAndDead:iconCuteAndDead: Mar 14, 2008, 8:52:08 AM
vielen lieben dank für die netten worte, die favs und besonders den :+devwatch: !
feut mich wirklich sehr :)

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~Eisratte03:iconEisratte03: Mar 16, 2008, 2:50:26 PM
°_________° boah hast aber auch tolle texte. *dich die ganze Zeit anstarrt*

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Muhahahahaha! :headbang:
~CuteAndDead:iconCuteAndDead: Mar 17, 2008, 3:24:48 PM
*dümmlih zurückgrins* :)

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!amyperticone:iconamyperticone: Mar 1, 2008, 2:38:20 AM
Wow! You really are a brilliant poet, aren't you?

Why don't you join the poetry contest from [link] ?


It's free and every nitwit such as myself who enters gets a small gift

but someone like you might win one of their $10 000 or $100 000 prizes.
=stormyblueyz:iconstormyblueyz: Nov 21, 2007, 2:21:02 PM
Thank you so much for reading and :+fav:ing One Daughter, Two Mothers. I wasn't sure why I posted it until I was surprised at the response - seems my friends were touched...and that's the idea!! Happy Thanksgiving!!

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