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There was a man, who knew very much, because he has once been some sort of pirate, and of course he had been travelling a lot, but he didn't like to talk about it. But he got older and setteld down in a hut, deep in the forest, with his only daughter, all his pride and joy. One day he got very ill, his daughter took of into the mountais to find a very rare moss, that would be the rescue of her dad. After a very long march she crept, when she found the right place, in a crevice, and really: in the crack there grew a green, blue moss. With a hoe she opend the rock, to get it out undamaged. After a while the stone released not only the root, but also a blue shiny stone, only by looking at it she felt good, for a moment all sworrows and tears were forgotten. Her scratches healed, everything seamed better than before. So she decided not only to take the moss but also the stone with her, though she first had to get it out there and to cary it. But the whole way home she felt good, full of strenth and courage to reach her target. After her father felt better, with the help of the moss, she told him everything that happend. A long time the old man was very thoughtful, cause he has never seen something like that before. Years passed, while he was studying the stone and it seemed like he had discovered something like magic. He ground the stone to a shiny, round crystall, learnt to controll it and of course he tought his daughter every thing he knew.
Remember
I saw them standing, where we stud, just minutes ago, laughing about what we saw. Two girls, same age, believing, in what we were believing, that friendship would last forever. Hold that moment, hold it girls. In only a second it could be gone. Believe in whatever it is, that's holding you together. Make strong memories, which are telling you, why you are friends and should always be.
If something goes wrong, you always have to give it another try. That's what I told myself, once and so often. I was often about to give up. But then she came and asked me, "why?" She helped me to stand up again and fight.
Fights usually don't only hurt one,
Der Anfang (1.2)
Der Mann hatte eine Art gefunden, wie man Sachen, ohne irgendwelche Werkzeuge bearbeiten und herstellen konnte. Er überwand ihre Formen und Eigendschaften und formte auf magische Weise mit seinen Händen was immer er wollte, so hatte er den geschliffenen Kristall auf einem Stab befestigt. Mit der Zeit wurde er jedoch älter und schwächer, an einem Abend vertraute er seiner Tochter seinen Stab an und ließ sie versprechen, dass sie ihn gut nutzen würde. An diesem Tag schlief er ein, ohne am nächsten Tag wieder aufzuwachen. Die junge Frau ertrug es nicht alleine in dem Haus zu wohnen, wo doch ihr vater immer bei
Der Anfang (1.1)
Es gab einmal einen Mann, er wusste sehr viel, da er früher mal eine Art Seeräuber gewesen war, und dabei natürlich viel gereißt war,aber er sprach nicht gerne darüber. Mit der Zeit war er alt gworden, und lebte
in einer Hütte, tief im Wald, mit seiner einzigen Tochter, seinem ganzen Stolz. Eines Tages wurde er sehr krank, seine Tochter machte sich auf in die Berge um ein sehr seltenes Kraut zu finden, was die Rettung ihres Vaters bedeuten würde. Nach einem sehr langen Marsch kroch sie, als sie eine passende Stelle gefunden hatte, in eine Felsspalte, und tatsächlich: in einer Ritze wachsend fand sie
My Story
I am longer thinking about a story, that's allmost ready in my head and I'm about to write it down. I found lots of insperation here, I try to put some of them to my favorites.
I'm not an good artist, but maybe I'll manage it to put some pictures or short stories on here.
I would be very happy if you tell if you like what I do, if I should go on or what you would change.
Thanks!
Franzi
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