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Schreiben ist kein Mittel
um mit etwas fertig zu werden
sondern viel mehr ein Spiegel
der einem zeigt
was man alles nicht Zustande bringt
um mit etwas fertig zu werden
sondern viel mehr ein Spiegel
der einem zeigt
was man alles nicht Zustande bringt
Literature
TG TF: Supergirl
Justin went to the DC comics fair that Al had told him about the day I met Justin. Soon he heard about a place where anyone could demonstrate what they'd do if they were a DC character. So he went up to that part. The man in charge looked at Justin. "Who are you?" asked the man. "I'm Justin" said Justin. "So would you like to take place of a DC character?" asked the man. "Yes please" said Justin. "Who would you like to be?" asked the man. Justin though for a moment. "Can I be Supergirl?" he asked. "Sure" said the man. So he went to his computer and typed something up. When it had finished printing he put on some gloves and gave the paper to Justin. "It only works if it's touching your flesh" said the man. When Justin touched it he felt a charge going through him. His feet shrank and his legs shortened, thinned out, gained muscle, and lost hair leaving him with sensitive skin. His shoes turned into red and white boots that had points on their fronts nearly up to his knees. His hips
Literature
Black Lake
* Warning contains Mature content The figures were silhouetted only briefly in the glow of the full moonlight, then a veil of fog drifted hauntingly across the black lake All was shrouded permanently into an eerie shadowy world of smoke and darkness But what had I seen? Was it not a man dragging what appeared to be a women’s body toward the water? I returned to my rented cabin by the lake secure in the idea that my eyes were simply playing tricks on me It was late... and I had been drinking The next morning I was awoken by sirens and emergency lights I looked out my window to see them pulling a mutilated body unto the opposite shore I felt a cool breeze float across the hairs on the back of my neck I decided, I must tell the authorities what I had seen I reached for my clothes and found they were covered in blood I staggered to the bathroom to wash my face Surely there was still but sleep in my eyes As I gaze at my figure in the mirror I saw the claw marks across my
Literature
So In-Love With My Jesus
I can't believe how long I've gone,
Without feeling You're here,
I thought I'd die, I thought I'd fall,
But You made Your presence clear,
You tested me,
That I would follow what I know,
And I believe,
That You are here when You don't show,
And I will say,
That You're alive 'cause it's a fact,
And I proclaim,
That You're my Lord; I'm never going back,
I've come too far and walked too long,
And there's no way that I can say,
I never felt You by my side,
You always heard me when I prayed,
I know You're here within myself,
And that You love me more than life,
I want to breathe You into me,
Like rain on a hot mid-summers night,
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Das is aber pessimistisch O_o" finde ich ... iwie ... wie kommst denn daaa drauf 
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