Gib hier deine Überschrift ein

I woke up watching him trying to escape the chains that are holding him. I saw a scientist watching him and saying: “The experiment was successful”.

He was staring at his hands realizing that there are now hairy claws instead of his old hands. He screamed because of pain and confusion. He didn’t understand why the scientist is doing this to him and why he is not a human anymore he was more like a monster . . . a werewolf.

Suddenly he was able to break the chains that are holding him he jumped of the table on which he laid and ripped of the head of the scientist. He jumped out of the window and landed on all four paws.

It was night outside and a cool wind was blowing through the streets and cooling his snout. It felt great and free – I loved that feeling. Then I realized why did I love this: Was that monster that killed a man 30 seconds ago me?

„Am I a werewolf now? Am I a murder?“ I thought.

Suddenly a door right next to me flied open and two with swords armed man were running out of the house and a third was shouting “It escaped! Everybody stay home!”

Okay – now I’m an „it“, not a „he“ anymore. If I’m not a human anymore, I will not act like one. I lacerated the chest of the first one and threw him at the second. Now I needed to get away from this place. I was running through the streets left and right armed men’s coming out of buildings screaming at me. I saw a bridge leading over an abyss. If I’m able to get over this bridge, I should be able to get away from this people. I thought. As I was on the bridge, I heard a clacking and a spear flied next to me hitting the bridge and suddenly I was falling into the dark abyss.

(Hendrik Wendt)

So basically I went on holidays with my parents. They had a great time, I definitely didn’t. So I found a note that said goodbye in our apartment and out of boredom I decided to go find his “owner” (if he is still alive). I started asking people, but they were all scared and started to avoid me. That was weird but then I found someone who told me it was written by an old man who committed suicide. He killed someone out of his psychological disturbances which are consisting of narcissism, bipolar and antisocial personality disorder. He was put in prison and got life imprisonment. Sounds good and like a solution but it wasn’t: He escaped and murdered on his way home a family who didn’t want to give him their car. After that he drove home and hang himself in the attic. I was shocked that I was staying in an apartment were a killer used to live, who also committed suicide. I drove back, scared, more than scared what if his soul was still there. What if he kills me in the night, I was scared to die.

At night I couldn’t sleep, I listened to the crickets and looked at the wall, then at the door, then at the closed window stood up and double checked if it was closed. Then I went back to bed and laid down and snuggled up very deep into my blanket like a little child who makes sure every cell from there body is save under the blanket, safe from the monsters.  I started looking on the wall, the door and the window again then my eyes started gliding around the room. First the chair with my hoodie and jeans on it then at the closed closet and then back to the door, back to the window and back to the ceiling. I started focusing on my breathing, breath in and out and in and out, in, out, in, out, in, out my breath starts to speed up. So I went back to look at everything in my room. Next was the clock it was almost 3 a.m., exactly 2.52 a.m. so it was witching hour. I felt like a little kid being scared about a time. I started to cry, very quiet so nothing and no one in my room could her me. It didn’t feel like something or someone was there but I was scared. It felt so stupid and I decided to be strong, to be mature and not to act like a child. It took some overcoming but I got my hand out of my blanket, which was still wrapped like a bunker around me, and grabbed my phone. I got blinded by the screen but in the light I saw my room was empty, how I expected it to be. The first thing that came into my mind was to check on social media but then I thought about googling that killer I have been thinking about. I found a lot: some news article, some obituary from the people around the family and then, very interesting by the way, the Facebook page of the guy. On this page was a link to a self-written website he created, I clicked on it and started to read and to think about it. I finished at sunrise and a single thought was stuck in my head.

So before that I have to tell you, the reader on my OWN website, that I also wrote a goodbye sheet and placed it.

The guy impressed me.

He needs a successor, someone just as genius as him…

…he needs me!

So listen (or should I say read) I am going to kill a family: a mother, a farther and a child. I’m going to surprise the parents in the late sunrise in their bed and stab them until they are dead and the bedsheet is red, red like blood.  Then I am going to step up to the attic and hang up a rope. You may think about the car, the last point.The thing is I don’t have to move it, then it is at his place of destiny, my place of destiny. So I am going to step up back at the attic and hang myself, then I’m the child, the child of my parents and the successor of this impressive guy.

One last thing: I also need a successor, we, you and me, have to keep up the line.

Everything went as planned. First I’ve waited before the bank. Right at two o’clock in the morning I went to the door. One click. Alarm System off. I could easily go in. I went to the safe full of cash. It took ten minutes, then the safe was open. I took all the cash and brought it to my car. Right now I’m driving on the Highway and I have to praise myself. Everything went so perfect…..shit a building site… Brake…..BRAKE! I have to turn the car off to the right. My car jumps out of the highway. Shit –  a forest…BRAKE…black.

An SUV with 100,000 dollars of stolen cash hit a tree with 80 miles per hour next to the building site on highway 67. The driver was immediately dead, a news report said the next day.                                                              

“Everybody loved her, only I knew…” I thought when I stood in front of the grave of Alya. There are only a few people that know that Alya’s grave is here. Only a few people even know that she died. I knew because I was her best friend that knew everything about her.

Alya always said to others that nobody shall talk about her when she was around. She hated to have attention. I talked a lot about her with others when she wasn’t nearby. Everyone loved her because she was always friendly and had a beautiful personality. Alya always wanted everybody to be happy. If there was someone who was sad she made them happy with small gestures. No one usually found out that it was Alya who made them happy, only I knew.

One day she came to me and cried. She only gave me a letter. When I read the letter tears were blobbing up in my eyes. It was one of the saddest moments in my life. The most shocking sentence was when she told that she couldn’t live like this anymore. I never found out what the exact reason for this was. The only wish she had was that no one would worry about her. I had to make sure that this wish would come true. It was the only thing I could do for her. I searched for a good solution but the only way I found was lying. I came up with the idea that I could say that Alya is doing a world tour, which takes her more or less two years. The problem was that these two years are over in the next days. A few people already asked me when Alya would be back. I only said that I don’t know because I felt like I couldn’t lie anymore.

After I was by the grave of Alya I always go for a walk to calm down. Today I met Jordan on my way home. He often asks me when Alya would arrive. This time I couldn’t say a word. I was paralysed. Suddenly I had the feeling that I had to run away. I couldn’t stop my legs from running. I felt warm tears flowing down my cheeks. Then I stopped abruptly. I screamed “What shall I do?”

I hoped to get an answer – but there was only the echo of my question.

(Julia Blumenberg)

“Impressive! Can I kick him too?”

“No.”

“Why?”

“It’s mine.”

“Ok….. But,…. why?”

“Because.”

“Seriously?”

“Yeah.”

“Mmh… I guess, I can go then?”

“No.”

“Why?”

“Because.”

“Because of what? Oh, that one hit was nice by the way.”

“Thanks.”

“You didn’t answer.”

“On which question?”

“Seriously?”

“Yeah.”

“I asked you: ‘Because of what?’”

“Ah,…Oh,…Ehm,…Because I say it.”

“No, no, no!”

“Mmh…”

“What? Mmh?”

“Well, mmh.”

“Listen, you stupid fool!”

“No.”

“Why?”

“Because.”

“Seriously?”

“Yeah.”

“But you promised me a fight!”

“Yes, I did.”

“And now, I can only watch you hitting people. That’s disappointing!”

“Not my problem.”

“Your problem!”

“Not.My.Problem!!”

“Your problem, your problem.”

“No!!!”

“Sure…”

“You are as annoying as 10 billion flies!!!”

“And you are as honest as Dan.”

“Oh no, don’t pull that card!”

“I wouldn’t pull it, if there was a fight. That’s my problem.”

“Did I ask for your problems?”

“No.”

“So?”

“Where’s the fight?”

“Here! Here, look! I am hitting Dan. I’m fighting with him.”

“Wow…”

“Impressive, isn’t it?”

“No. I’m bored. I’m hungry.”

“Mmh…”

“I’ll go home.”

“Do this, it’s late and mum is waiting with diner.”

“When will you come?”

“I’ll be finished soon. See you at home in 20 minutes.”

“Ok.”

“Till then, LITTLE BROTHER.”

“Screw you.”

“For sure.”

(Julius Vetter)

„Don´t be so scared,“ they say. It’s just a small jump, a little step forward but nevertheless it’s so hard for me, I don’t even know why.

They run past me laughing and cheering – screaming for fun as they slowly disappear from my field of vision – then there is just nothing… but in the next second, splash!

One after the other, everyone but me. I feel my legs shaking, I can’t move them, they feel like tons of weight, I can´t dare take a step closer to the chasm. I can literally feel how blue my lips are now – I freeze because I’m so scared.

Again and again, I hear their words in my head: “Don’t be so scared,” they said. “You just have to jump! It´s not that hard!”

In the next moment their laughter circles through my head – like a merry-go-round, again and again.

Suddenly I notice someone touching my hand!

I look to the side to see whose hand it is, but…there’s no one, but I’m sure of it, I felt it clearly – but there was someone, someone reached for my hand, but there is no one!?

I’m still standing there alone, only I’m no longer shaking, the cold feeling has suddenly disappeared. And then, then it was suddenly very easy! I take a step forward, which seemed so incredibly impossible for me a few seconds ago, no longer feel any ground under my feet and enjoy the moment, as well as the short feeling of flying. It doesn’t take long till…splash!

I stay underwater for a moment and listen to the silence before coming up for air. I rub the burning saltwater out of my eyes as best as I can and open them. The first thing I see is a heart-shaped cloud in the sky.

I smile and think back to when my mum told me she would always stand by my side and be with me, no matter what!

(Klara Reinstein)

The blossoming has never followed the abandonment. But still, the abandoned corpse laid inside the coffin, waiting to blossom. Life should ripple once again through the body. The blood should pump through the veins. The heart beat should pulse under one’s fingers.

It couldn’t happen. It was impossible. They all knew it.

Her family was standing around her grave, mourning the lost life of a loved one. Her name was being whispered and whimpered. „Nieves„. Melancholy took them in a choke-hold, merely breathless sobs filling the air. They were reminiscing about their shared past, how their shared future had been taken from her.

From their Nieves.

Tiny boots were stomping on snow-covered ground, laughter escaped the throats of Nieves and her cousin.

The same carefree laughter was ringing inside their heads at the funeral, a song of remembrance.

„Come with me“ – Nieves reached out for him. Her little feet found their way across the imaginary threshold onto the frozen lake. She was gliding across it, squealing with glee.

It cracked. The cold void beneath her.

Her laughter died that day, but not only hers. She wasn’t the only one who had been stripped of an opportunity, a chance to live.

That grief would be stuck with them, it would become a part of them.

It is my fault. I am Nieves.

(Laura Marie Kumle)

„When you’ll be gone, I’ll last.“ My heart is racing while my mind is repeating this over and over.

It was yesterday when someone told me you weren’t okay, but you called me after that and said ,,I’m okay, don’t worry!”

I know you lied. You always do that. But because I was exhausted from the day, I overheard your weak voice. I overheard the whispers in the background. I overheard everything that would lead me to the point I knew you’re not fine, not okay, not alright.

Maybe I also didn’t want to hear that, I wanted to decline that you’re sick, that you can’t grow old with me. I despise this way because every time I go in this white, clean smelling hospital it reminds me that behind this is just sickness. Every time I’m here your death is a step closer.

A nurse was greeting me at the reception… I ignored her. I ignored everything around me. I just saw your face in front of my eyes. I arrived at your door but I was too scared to open the door because I knew you will be gone.

(Lea Schwacke)

“They never saw each other again“. Motionless I stared at the words that were written in bold capital letters on my newspaper that morning. It felt like knife stitches in my stomach when I read Aiden’s name because in that moment I realised the headline was about me. It was about us.

I could not resist to read the article even though I knew how hurtful the words were going to be.

“Young author Aiden Lewis releases his debut book called “They never saw each other again”. He revealed in an interview that his book is based on a true story and filled with events from his own life. The book is about a love that just could not be.”

I don’t know for how long I sat there simply gazing at my table. I began to look around in my apartment. I was proud of everything I had, especially because I worked hard for it and because there was a time in my life when I thought I could never be happy again.

And on that day it felt like my past was catching up with me again.

May 13^th has always been a though day for me since it’s the day on which Amaya took her life.

I did not know how I was supposed to feel. Every thought hurt something deep inside of me.

“An insider revealed to us that Aiden basically needed to write that book. He sat on his desk night and day because he was so hurt and could not find another way to express his feelings.

We asked Aiden how he feels now as his book is finally released. He said:”I haven’t  felt more released in such a long time. Actually I did not release this book for many people to read it, it’s more like a therapy for myself. I needed to put this book out because it’s like all the pressure that I have been carrying for the past ten years just disappeared.””

I held my breath as I felt a hot tear running down my cheek. I still carried all that pressure but I never shared it with anyone. I never felt like I could open up to anyone and I also didn’t want to. In fact I just did not want my trauma to become true by saying everything out loud.

The tears wouldn’t stop running and I heard a desperate sob coming out of my lungs.

I never told anyone that my best friend killed herself because she was in love with Aiden. Amaya had been my best friend since 3^rd grade. In high school we lost contact for a while but not because of a conflict, we just had different friend groups. As we turned 16 we got closer again and she introduced Aiden to me. They were friends. A few months later Aiden and I started dating. The years passed and at some point Amaya cut off contact with us. I was so in love that I did not pay enough attention to my best friend. It’s not like I ignored her but I should have taken more care of her because I knew that she had depression and she was taking pills.

On May 13^th 2011 she passed away due to an overdose. In a goodbye-letter she wrote to me she said that she was in love with Aiden but she didn’t want to ruin my relationship with him.

After her death Aiden and I decided to break up because I could not be in a relationship with him anymore. I blamed myself for Amaya’s death and I felt like the only thing I could do for her was to break up with Aiden.

It’s not like I don’t love him anymore. I just decided that I could never see him again.

I grabbed my coat and left my apartment to go to the bookstore.

I found his book laid out on a table directly in front of the entrance. I opened it and gasped as I saw the words written on the second page. “Directed to Fae. I never stopped loving you.”

(Leonie Wendt)

Because it feels so empty without you! It was a Saturday evening at seven o’clock and I wanted to go to a party. I walked into the living room to say goodbye to my mother, but she wasn’t there. I suddenly realised she earlier said that she was going to meet her friends this evening and so I left for the party.

The party was already going as I arrived. I said hello to my friend Justin who was the host of the party and we walked to the bar where we drank a bit of vodka. After a while of dancing and drinking more alcohol, I got a call from my mom. Because I couldn’t understand anything, I walked out of the party.

When I heard a male voice on the phone, I quickly realised something was very wrong. The person on the phone said he is from the police and my mother died in a car accident. I didn’t want to believe him and so I hung up.

I started researching in the internet and there I found an article about an car accident in which a woman with the age of my mother died. I started realising that what the police officer said was real.

I stole the car from my friend and full of emotions, I drove to the next high bridge. I stopped in the middle of the bridge and started the flash warning light. I climbed over the railing and wanted to jump. Then I heard the voice of my friend Justin who followed me and shouted, “Don’t Jump!“

So I asked myself the last question: „Should I stay or should I go?“

I hear it everywhere. All the time. Constantly. What you are doing is very good. You’re really good at it. You are good! But none of this moves me. It never has. It has no meaning for me. It doesn’t matter for me. Not what the others say. Not what they think of me.

I only care about this one person from who I have never heard any praise or anything like that.

The one I love so but also despise so much. The one I can’t emotionally break away from. The biggest fear that I will never get away from her and the desire that she thinks ME, and MY works are just as good as the other people think. That she appreciates my successes just as much. That she will once say how proud she is.

Others do not understand that I can’t be happy about my successes. But how could I when I know that these are not enough for this one person. That they are not good enough, never were good enough, or will be good enough. For this one person whose opinion is so important to me, even though I don’t even want it. I want to be free of her and her influence. Free from her opinion.

But until that happens, this one thought will EXIST for me: I AM GOOD. NOT GOOD ENOUGH.

(Male Drewes)

He always seemed to be like the others. He had two loving parents and an older sister he could always talk with.

But whenever he least expected it, there came figures. Figures that suddenly appeared from the dark, gloomy nowhere of his mind and quietly whispered things to make him insecure.

But it was all in his mind…It wasn’t real. “He was just crazy.” And even though it was all in his mind, it destroyed every possible situation that could matter to him personally.

He went to therapy diagnosed with anxiety disorder. Four years of therapy and all the doctors would hear was that he had deeper anxious feelings; but no- there were these living human that he couldn’t control, that had their own will and this one intention: destroy his life.

Then he was twenty-three and had to live alone. That has always been his biggest fear. Because then nobody could bring him even a little bit back into what´s really happening. At night he always hid behind the kitchen door, but they reached him anyways. He didn’t get more than three hours of sleep usually. It was too much! Nobody understood him and not even his sister could help.

One day he went out in hope of finding distraction from one of his figures, but he followed…

And then there was this homeless men with a gun in his belt…

The figure in his head directly saw the opportunity – “Hey buddy-if you used this thing you would look so much better!”

He ran.

He ran away from himself, but the figure was too strong. He changed his direction, sprinted to the homeless men, and grabbed the gun and held it right against the side of his own head. “WHAT´S WRONG WITH YOU, YOU ASSHOLE?!?!?!” the homeless men screamed.

“Too much!” he said and shot.

(Mariella Schubert)

“I hope that’s the right way”, I said. After wandering around for hours looking for the right way, we finally found it. Also, it has to be relatively late because the sun was starting to set. We can only guess how late it might be, because the only watch we had with us doesn’t work anymore, because it fell into the water during our stumbling around. The only things we have now is a backpack without provisions, a compass and a map.

“If this is not the right way, we have to spend the night here and continue tomorrow”, I said. “This is the right way, I promise”, said Collin. “This is what you said the last four times”, Luke answered. “Yes, I know, but look, there’s a sign up ahead with a new task for the paper chase, which means we’re on the right track”. Collin tries to defend himself and a few moments later we finally arrived at our destination without any further problems. However, no one was there anymore. We looked around until we met one of the others. He told us that some of the other participants had gone to look for us and a couple of others were preparing the campfire. So, we went to the campfire and told them that we were finally there.

A little later everyone was sitting together around the campfire and everyone was surprised at how we managed to get lost, but Luke, Collin and I explained it in such detail that it sounds funny again. Despite the fact that the three of us caused a commotion, it still turned out to be a nice evening.

(Meliane Lohmann)

Today I took extra-long to get ready. I wanted to look flawless. I painted my lips red and drew a remarkable eyeliner. For the last time I cuddled my cat and said goodbye before I left my van. The sun laughed ironically at me. I got into my Jaguar XJR and put my sunglasses on.

I drove past my favourite café and took a sip of my hip flask instead.

When I finally arrived on set, all I did is leaving a note for my best friend, family and manager, Audrey. It said:

“sorry for being so selfish.

I love u the most <3”

On the way back to my car I saw some magazines lying on a table. “Eating disorder out of control!” “Penelope Flores: Still a role model?” “Last year the prettiest actress – now the skinniest?” All these headlines were printed bold. They spread gossip because that’s what people want to read to feel better. They do not care about the story behind.

My next and last stop was the set where I shot my first ever scene. Big Sur Cliffs in California – beautiful landscape. That’s where it all had started. I was naive, young and pretty. Couldn’t even imagine my Hollywood dream would come true. It did. But it turned out as a nightmare. I stepped up to the edge of the cliff. 11 years ago, I thought this place would be so romantic. Now I saw the uncovered truth. I cried and poured out all the feelings I had hidden.

I jumped.

For so long I hadn’t felt alive but paradoxically now I did. No word of the press counted, no one could judge me anymore.

I realized that was exactly what I needed. I took one last breath before the torment ends eventually and the voices in my head silenced.

(Mia Kuntze)

It’s my grandmother. She is sitting at the dinner table. There are dishes for four persons on it but she is eating alone. Her eyes are gazing into the air and she seems to think about something. Probably about the old days when she had a clear task: raising her two daughters. But things have changed since then.

When they got adults, they didn’t want to stay in the small village in which they were born. One daughter found a job in a big city and after all, the other one left as well. Only her husband was left but he was sick already. It was a matter of time when my grandmother had to go through the problems of life alone.

Her thoughts are all about one thing: Why would both of her children leave her alone and helpless? She had always cared about her two daughters and now she is ending left in the dark? Now years have passed, nothing happened. When it came to the point when the daughter who left her mother before the other one finally realized the situation of the person who never disappointed her in her childhood.

The daughter thought about moving back to her hometown, only to help her mother. After all, she did. But it was too late.

(Moritz Grünhagen)

It all started seeming like a normal day. Amanda started work at 8 am. She worked at the bureau for a very big company and she gained a lot of income. The job was acceptable: stable income, kind of boring, but lot of chances of getting higher opportunities. Today’s day at work was just like the others, she wrote emails, staring at the screen, just working.

But something felt off. Really off. Amanda felt her hair standing up and a bad feeling in her gut. She looked around, but nothing. Everyone around her sat their PC and worked. Just as normal. Nothing out of the ordinary.

“Weird”, she thought. But it must be just her mind playing with her. She sat back at her PC and got back to work. But the whole time she had a weird feeling. Something will happen today.

After her shift, Amanda got in her car and drove home. On the way home was a lot of traffic, just as usual. “I really do just make things up, don’t I?” she thought and laughed to herself. She arrived home, still laughing. “I can’t wait to tell my husband, what a weird feeling I had today” she thought.

But when she got to her door she noticed something. Something weird. Something NOT normal. The front door was cracked open. Her back’s gone cold. She starred at it, not daring opening it. With all her courage, she opened the door. Instantly her knees gave in. Blood. Blood splattered at the walls, at the floor. She was shocked. Her guts rearranged themselves and she felt like puking up.

“David?” she forced out, with her stuttering voice. Then she realized. “DAVID!” she screamed and ran along their hallway. She sprinted into their kitchen and there he was. Amanda fell on their knees, her head getting dizzy, not able to understand what’s happening.

On the kitchen floor lay a man, blood leaking out of his stomach, with her husband standing over him, with a knife in hand. “David?” she couldn’t believe her eyes.

David turned around with a cruel smile on his face. “Hello honey!” His grip hardened around the knife. He took a step toward her. “How was your day?”

(Nick Enns)