Monday, June 22, 2009

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The Haunted Castle

Long ago, when it was common for the young apprentices on foot across the country were covered, two young men on the way through the great forest. It was beginning to dawn, and the Younger, a goldsmith's apprentice, felt quite uncomfortable.

He already regretted that he had embarked on the proposal of the elderly to have a little circle blacksmith. He had probably meant that we could still get a long way behind, before it was finally dark. Also find itself in the forest a guest house, which was described to him.

In good-natured arguing and encouragement, which should alleviate the fear of the younger fellows, they were quite well advanced. And actually saw the flash two soon light through the trees. At the sight of all the workers were the gold horror stories of goblins and wisps, but the older one pulled him forward to laughing at the bright light, which proved as an enlightened pub window.

met in the lounge which facilitated a friendly young fellow students and a gallant truck driver who greeted friendly. The hostess and the servants stayed right away and did not on the whole the impression of a friendly business, and so the four travelers were soon in conversation.

They talked about the stories that were told about the Spessart and the acting, especially of predators, which should here are on the loose. There are already some travelers never to return disappeared, said the truck driver. A guest house in the woods there was to play a highly ambiguous role.

They began to look with scrutiny in the guest room, and it began to spread a very uneasy feeling. The young goldsmith was uneasy and afraid, he still a nice set jewelry with him, he had made himself and his benefactor and patron wanted to convey. The lady had adopted him and from afar supportive and sympathetic cast as he had lost his mother. Just about this little treasure, it went to him to pay off with the jewels his thanks.

In fact, the four random acquaintances were more certain that they were caught in a trap and decided to sleep under any circumstances, so that she could not prevail against defenseless. And to keep around, they told stories.

The compass-maker was just in the middle of "Legend of the florin, when the landlady came to the table and gruff demeanor demanded that one must now go to bed, because she now wanted to rest himself.

This was an unusual suggestion in a restaurant, but the companions saw that they wanted out of the way and withdrew. When they were alone, they discussed what to do next. There was however no other choice than to wait for the windows in the chambers were found to be barred. On a flight was not to think so. So you get together again and talked with more stories. In turn each contributed something to keep the bedroom, which also proved to be excellent resources.

was suddenly alive down there in front of the house, wheels and rollers of horses was heard. Then the sweet voice of the hosts could be heard. The truck driver opened the door a crack and saw just yet, as two women disappeared in a chamber. A broad-shouldered hunter who accompanied her and was about to go down the aisles as the truck driver pulled him with quick grip in the room.

Man told the surprised by what had happened in the evening and what was expected yet. The fighters escorted his lady, a countess and their companion. By the report of the sinister plan was apparently because the ladies had one except it, so the other guests had so early out of the way should be taken. A view from the window showed that the gang of robbers open in front of the house moved and discussed with the hosts. They barricaded the room now the Countess and related items at the top of the stairs, armed with the pistols, which the hunter had with him. wanted

was thus paved the highwaymen a bad reception, when they finally take action. The matter was now equal to equal, and the robbers demanded the release of the women, in their case they wished to grant free passage to the other. As the goldsmith fell on a ruse. Although small in stature and dainty as he was, he was dressed as the Countess may well exist for some time without detection. This at least would be the lady to safety, could make up the freedmen for help. Thus, the clothes changed and the Countess could escape disguised as a boy, forcing the hunter and the boy go with the gang.

the camp of the robbers now they no hardship has been produced, one met the "lady" with the fullest respect. With a trembling hand, and with constant fear to tell the boy had written a letter to the Count, in which he asked for the payment of ransom. He did so at the behest of the hijackers, where it has been all about.

To kill time in which nothing could be done were to again and tells the stories. The kidnappers, however, had now got into trouble, since the Count and his men every path was checked and it was everywhere in search of the gang.

Finally asked the robber captain for an interview. If you wanted to use it, it would help to escape and start a new life as a soldier or mercenary. That said, the "Countess" , and under the leadership of the robber she fled from the camp. Soon they met the men of the count, they brought to the castle. This met all happy again and told each other about the events.

The young goldsmith told of his mission and showed his treasure that he wanted to convey. At the sight of mounted stones did the Countess a surprised exclamation - but it was their own, which she had given her maid. And that was none other than the mother of the apprentices who passed now its patron the jewelry could. So everything added to the good. Even for the bandit chief, which his behavior was highly charged and are in Italy, built a new life as an honorable soldier.

The Fellowship is not lost sight of the bold compass-maker was established after his travels in the same place as the young hero of the story.

And if you sit comfortably together and remembered the old times when one or the other said that ghosts and ghost stories were sometimes well save lives and certainly no time to waste.

Retold Ilona Elisabeth Schwartz http://www.pressenet.info/

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Thursday, June 18, 2009

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Bert Carpenter: Persiluhr

At the Persiluhr then the matter is ended. It occurred to me in that October night. After the pub I have been swimming in the city center as the last and only late walkers. I tried to get rid of the fog in my head to alleviate the smoke in the throat.

Then I came across the Persiluhr, when the woman with the gleaming white robes, the solid "S" Persil. A strange green synthetic was in it. The first trucks drove past, vegetables to the market, and I was thinking, what if one were sitting in the back of the loading platform, a quiet revolutionary . But the times were not after. Revolutionaries in Germany do not come from below. Revolutions are imposed from above.

The standard clock showed quarter past five, and then I remembered the story that connects me with Persiluhr. I just had

the second month in the hospital behind me. I had acclimated myself and was in any stupidity here, unless it was exaggerated. Because of the television, I had in the room they put a woman in from the next room. She lay in bed and said nothing. The TV camera has clangor three days. Then I asked her why she does not speak. "What can I say?" She asked.

Meanwhile more and more people came to my device and sometimes the conversation went well by itself, so that one could turn off the boob tube. But the next door still said nothing. She was flown by a window in a crash, we told the nurse. Car accident, several broken bones. But a nice selection I had to show it. No one could tell me at this time, if my leg would be whole again. It must be, I told myself. Gone with depression and Alleszuspät, I wanted to believe it. This defiant optimism I was transferred to the woman. "You have it good," she said as she finally opened her mouth. "If I get out and can not walk properly, I never get a man" "Do something, not things," I said helplessly. Somehow I understood what it was all her. be supplied

Nähsaal Out of the bride, his mother. This good old illusory path of women who believe going to the wedding, everything went. Now the accident, and now everything was at risk. Perhaps it was for them only the Nähsaal. So we still got to talk to.

And she asked me if I do not want to get married. And I said, not to the end of my days.

Eventually, she was then dismissed. Only when she was gone, I realized that I would have liked the man she sought. Of course she did not like me and not me. But maybe you could tell her that. Over the weekend I was home. Buddies took me to her. Almost every day I called her. Then there was the story of the house, a cottage in the garden for them alone. I said, the landlord must approve it. The landlord is allowed or not. I got her plan to cover up the house above.

morning five fifty, Persiluhr, ticktack a black pointer moves on. I should finally go home.

Then she was gone. I called, she was traveling with her boyfriend over the weekend. I stood there and made me feel very stupid. Later the nurse told me she was back. Sleeping tablet poisoning. At first I was not sure whether I'm concerned that something. Even heartache ... in my situation ... But then again I'm gone to her. "What are you doing now? "Have I asked needlessly. "I've taken enough pills," she said. "There's never a reason to give up hope," I said.

"I have only taken enough sleeping pills," she said defiantly. "It's just because you're afraid you can not keep this friend," I have accused her. It has opened only her china blue eyes. As I drove out of the skin and finally told her she should eat all the pills she wants. That will not be counseled can not be helped. She has again regarded me with these china blue eyes and said, "If you were the last man on earth, I would not marry you, too."

There were a few turbulent days, then have I met with the big mouth. Me was soon familiar, so familiar that I still wonder what I missed in it. The large mouth with said, "That's just such a wallflower. This is nothing. You're not a wallflower. "The big mouth with the big-mouthed wrote me letters from the hospital, which had moved them. And I have seen her with sleeping pills only once.

This was before this Persiluhr. The clinic is here to keep the cars from the exercise pool of patients to the hospital. We stood facing each other in thick coats and with crutches. The Persiluhr sent her unnatural green by the gray-white of the falling snowflakes.

A rust-red sunset was over the roofs were white and gray clouds of smoke from the chimneys. One of the cars came and I said "please," and they joined. Right after that was still such a car. I did not know what else would I have to say or do.

© Text Courtesy of Heidi Musser www.heidrun-musser.de

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Wednesday, June 17, 2009

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Wednesday, June 10, 2009

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Puck Green Forest: The poster

this picture hanging in the kitchen directly above above the table ... while I wait for that first coffee of the attacks, I have daily before our eyes. "Oh, Norma Jean," I think - what would happen to you today? Platinum Blonde's not as bad baby. Your playful and oh so typical eyebrows ... na because you would have to come up with something to you.

While Finally, the caffeine slowly making its way into the control room, I try to be reclassified to adapt Marilyn style that they would not look at Aldi. Since I'm still not quite up to par, I see Suzie Quatro in my mind's eye appear (why only). No, not necessarily up to date, a computer program would have to use this, I think.

But how w ü rde to style it for now ... well then, the coffee did it. Norma is disappearing before my eyes and I'm going to stand equal going up to work. Okay, sometime soon, Norma Jean!

© Text and photos courtesy of Puck Grünenwald

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Tuesday, June 9, 2009

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Friedrich grains - stage for free liar?

actor should not be a liar,
did you say, Albert Camus,
lights would expose them.

Sticht technical equipment from the sun, shows us
kostümlos, make-ready,
Bared as perpetrators of our action?

What if boxes and parquet
full quarter, half, three quarters of liars, and their wishes
spilled onto the stage?

eighth liars, honest people
revealed neither dress nor mask,
would fool all more and more.

stairs art so high and remained so pure
truth reflected in such interaction,
They filled up boxes and floor?

© Text Courtesy of Friedrich grains. The artist and actor Friedrich grains, born 1943, is a retired teacher and lives in Palatine Pirmasens

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A gift for teachers Mueller? Weinheim, 1994
seat remained. Weinheim 1994
faith, love, and so on. Weinheim 1998
alone holds out the no! Weinheim 1999
CD: Stones and flowers. Laura Records, Eisenberg / Thuringia in 2005
CD: From the other side. Laura Records, Eisenberg / Thuringia in 2008

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