A list of some of the Jewish victims deported from Bratislava, Slovakia, during World War II.
Her Fault (RicHovan (Genderbent)(A/N: Yes, this is that story I wrote yesterday evening and which I spent an hour on or so. But anyway, please, don't add this to Favourites and don't comment BEFORE you read the whole story)Romance. Such a useless thing made for naive girls with their heads still in clouds. That silly bittersweetness and ridiculous dreams about a prince on a white pegasus or unicorn could only make him shudder and cringe with disgust. Whether that was a typical male hatred towards romantic attitude or just a plain envy of him being far from that ideal of a prince, no one could state that firmly, only assuming, just hesitating denying one opinion to accept another. The name of Yury Khovansky was known well enough among other common people like him - a ranter, maybe even a nihilist for somebody, not the one used to hiding his passionate hatred towards anything irritating him, including those girly romantic dreams he could never understand, although there could never be a person found to know a real rea
ATM She stood nervous in line… inside the vestibule at the ATM machine. Her salt and pepper hair shined under the harsh light. It was not quite 6:00 a.m.; it was still dark and the bank not yet opened. Three other people were in line ahead of her. Nervously, she scratched her nose, glancing from time to time outside the glass enclosure, keeping her wits about her. One could never be too careful these days, she always told herself; especially now, at her age. One had to be smart. She awaited the last person ahead of her, now at the machine... She hadn’t slept all night; lying awake, worrying about money issues. She could not stop worrying.
Day 10: Snowed InThe day was warm, and the princes of Asgard were both training. Thor, with his sword, and Loki with his magic. He had found an old spell book recently, and one of the spells, one that could create vortexes of ice, had caught his attention. It would be a powerful spell if he could master it, so as the sound of sword clashed against shield on the other side of the training field, Loki was trying to create the vortex of ice.He didn't miss the looks he got for practicing magic. It was considered a woman's skill. But he would show them by becoming the most powerful sorcerer in the nine by mastering spells like this one. So he was trying hard to master it faster than anyone else should be able to, even the experienced sorceresses on Asgard.Loki could feel the magic beneath his skin churning as he closed his eyes in concentration. The feeling of magic was unlike any other and it constantly shifted and changed. As he felt it getting stronger, the spell starting to come forth as ice began to