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Declaration of your dependency

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Declaration of your dependency

We hold these truths to be in need of explanation (for else we would not declare them) that men are not created equal that some are not endowed with certain inalienable right that among these are French, Iraqis and the population of Canada. That to secure the division of these rights governments institute themselves among men deriving their powers from the indifference of the governed. That whenever any form of government becomes destructive of this division it is the right of Our government to alter or to abolish it and to institute a provisional government laying its foundation on such principles and organizing its powers in suc

The Factory Chapter 8

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The Factory Chapter 8

The light is turned on once more, and the same person as before steps forward. "We were as surprised as you are now when we watched it and added the captions. Now, what we believe is that this thing is a message left behind for anyone to land on Mars after their civilization died off. Furthermore…" he is interrupted by another member of his team racing into the conference room. "Professor Tiffin, the movie has destroyed itself." "WHAT? Repeat!" Tiffin grabs him by his shoulders. "The movie you just watched was programmed to delete itself after the second usage." "That… that CANNOT be. Finally, we managed to get a proof for intelligent li

The Factory Chapter 7

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The Factory Chapter 7

The Supervisor enters the office. He was awakened long before work began, called upon by the President. Unlike all the other days after #320's death, the President seems not unsure but determined. Without a word of greeting, he makes his point. "Supervisor, how many workers are left?" "We hit the 900 yesterday." "I have been thinking. I fear that #320 said the truth, and that we annoyed our master. That is the reason why he das not arrived yet." The Supervisor's eyes fill with disbelief. "My President, you know as good as I do that the whole story about a master and a far-away plain was a lie in the first place. It got out of control, as

Tales Told Lately: Chapter 4+5

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Tales Told Lately: Chapter 4+5

4 "He sounds reasonable enough to get him to help you." Brother Manuel commended. "What is the problem with him?" "What the problem is?" William whispered. After he second of trembling, he got back his self-control. "He is an orc. Besides they have fought and killed us for centuries, he will never understand what we want from him, and even if he does, he will not help us. It seems he does not care for anything. I told him his race was in danger, as well, on one of the nights we rested alone, but he just lay down and fell asleep." "Well, he was abandoned, after all. Hatred is most naturally for their primitive beings. Tell me about your ne

A thought

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A thought

A thought. A plain thought that hit me today when I was cutting our grass with an electronic lawn-mower. I remembered the first time I used this ‘new’ technology, and promptly cut the wire providing this noisy beast with power. A picture struck me, a picture I wish to put down but cannot. So, I’ll try to describe what is stuck in my head. Imagine how this machine slowly makes its way through the high grass. The perspective is low; you see all this through the eyes of a bug, watching how this thing destroys your living room. Someone is walking behind the lawn-mower, but it is not visible if he is leading the lawn-mower. The

Tales Told Lately: Chapter 3

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Tales Told Lately: Chapter 3

3 Regular waves of a warm wind caused the high grasses and the thick clouds to move eastwards. Considering it was almost noon, it was weirdly dark. Except for the lonely human following the whisper of the wind, the vicinity was deserted. Far away, the primitive huts of the orcish borderlands were no more than threatening shadows. Brother William carried a white flag to show his peaceful motives. Which was, in fact, no more than a hopeful symbol; although the two races finally came up with an armistice, everyone crossing the border to either side was an outlaw and could be stalked like a lost deer. The bow which hung down his back was more w

Tales Told Lately: Chapter 1+2

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Tales Told Lately: Chapter 1+2

1 The sky above Fort Celles was red from sunset. The moat around the castle seemed to be filled with blood, and the faces of the people hurrying up and down the square irradiated rage and bloodlust. Yet, the scenery was one of the more peaceful these days; it missed a possible enemy. There are always two needed for a tragedy. The occasional visitors to Fort Celles quickly find out that it was just another sleepy city preparing for war. On midday's, the sounds of at least a dozen hammers led by the skilled hands of the local blacksmiths fill the air. Other handicrafts and a few shops can be found here as well, searching profit in the time

Treeblin Proloque

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Treeblin Proloque

He enters the darkness of the room. His black sunglasses hide his eyes, making him seem emotionless. Unlike his slowly aging skin, his neat black business suit never shows even the start of a wrinkle. The chair behind the huge oak desk shows its back to him. As he enters and impatiently slams the door shut, the white Siamese cat jumps down the desk and leaves into darkness. The inhabitant of the chair (for he is sitting there from dusk till dark) turns to face him. He makes a vast contrast to this little room, which is somewhat of a separated world. Blue pyjamas join a tapering hat one would only expect in a medieval legend. A flowing whi

Deceiving myself

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Deceiving myself

I want to be treaded right one more time. So I'll betray myself one last time. All I need is another deceit To appease the monster of value I feed. It will be the last time, I'm sure to know. It's no addiction, but it's necessary though. Deep down in myself, my heart screams no. But the profile it keeps is simply too low. A voice like a storm is flooding my mind Turning me deaf and making me blind. It cries of the virtues of cheating one's foes, Insisting to resume my recent abuse. 'Try to prevent the negligible loss In order to maintain your suitable room.' I don't understand my fortune, my doom, But in the background, my coin

The Factory Chapter 6

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The Factory Chapter 6

"None of you knows me, yet. I have not worked, but there's a reason for that. I'm not one of you. In fact, I am no creature of this factory." He draws in a deep breath, still struggling to say what he has to say. I was sent out to deliver an important message to you. Sent out by my father, the master of our race." He wants to continue his speech, but in this moment, the Supervisor rushes through the curtain, toward #320. In his hands, pointing at #320, he holds a large rifle which seems oddly antique and misplaced in this factory. "Don't move, #320." The Supervisor screams. He is now standing on the platform. "You are under arrest, for yo
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Failed

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Failed

 Failed He felt the wind of change blowing through his face. This fool just closed his eyes and enjoyed the feeling. He didn't know his fence, the grandness of our grace. We treated him so nice, but he missed the meaning. He was the one to ask, we were the ones to serve. When he refused his task, he flew out of the curve. He should've known he had to pay, to equalise the scale. We now beg for tons of clay for building up a tale. He has sinned, by our heart. He has lied right from the start. He made use of our soul And only left a pile of coal. Though, yet… he set up something. With the help of lies, he became a king.

The Factory Chapter 1

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The Factory Chapter 1

"We are all here. We have sent for you, and you have come. Our council consists of five representatives of the United Nations for each of the continents, the American Vice President Miller, the Catholic Pope Theodore I., the President of the NASA and the team working on Project GW-203-K. The most renowned scientists from USA, Russia, China and Europe have joined us to uncover the secret behind the small metal box our probe discovered under the surface of Planet Mars. After a year, we found a way to open the blank box without destroying its content, and what we found was a tiny discus with several holes on its side. We have called upon the be

The Factory Chapter 2

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The Factory Chapter 2

With the sound of an escaping gas, the metallic door vanishes into the wall. The room behind is built symmetrical, a cheap bed and a washing corner equipped with a basin and a mirror placed on either side. On the right bed, a person who, at first look, seems to be the messenger, rests motionless on his back. His right arm, fallen from the bed, swings like a pendulum in the emptiness of the room. On his hand, only the letters #3 are visible so far. A regular snoring is all we can hear. We turn around to see a rather small, bald-headed and wrinkle-filled man in a white coat, the Professor, holding a copy of the transcript he sent to the Presid

Colors: Chapter One

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Colors: Chapter One

White In the beginning, there was the end. Following was the start of all. But it all ended with the things between. These words were carved into the stone which stood besides the snow-capped track. Either the Great Mother of Nature had been in a good mood when it built that stone, or some other guy with a unique spark and a load of time had made it his business to form a giant, grey mushroom before leaving an apparently loony message to all travellers which came by. No matter what was true, the form of the stone made it a perfect shelter from the snow, at least as long as the wind did not speed up. He let out a long breath, creating a

The Factory Chapter 3

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The Factory Chapter 3

"What has come over you? Why have you built up a fairy tale without consulting me?" The Professor's trembling screams result in a guilty look of the Supervisor's face, but the President coldly listens to his companion's outburst. After awhile, he regains his self-control. "You should have asked me. You don't know how they are built. No, you don't. You use them at will, but you do not even know what they are." He nervously mops the sweat off his forehead. "They are not thought for striving for a chance. Not capable of the 'fact' that there will be an end to their momentary life, and another life following. They will collapse one by one, thei

Colors: Chapter Two

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Colors: Chapter Two

Richard Richard had always been the one more thoughtful, a master of a look impressing so much and yet saying so little. Back then, the Traveller never was the one to look into lambent flames, or to meditate. His habits had changed rapidly at one point in his life. The first three months of travelling he had performed confused, and he couldn't remember anything of this time. After he had met this lonely hermit, his attitude toward life had made something of a 180 degrees turn, the compass needle of his morale suddenly pointing south, like he had reached a point where only return and no advance was possible. Although this thoughts were quite

Episodes of Depression Vol. 1

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Episodes of Depression Vol. 1

He stood in the doorway, not knowing whether to enter or to leave. It seemed he had stood in this doorway all his life, hiding in its' shadow. He hadn't dared to enter the bright light of the sun outside or the electrics inside, fearing to go blind. But now, he was forced into a decision. Some time ago,(time had lost it's meaning in the shadows, and he could not become more concrete about it), someone, pushing him aside, had crossed the narrow border to determination. Someone he knew. He had not looked up but only felt the light wind caused by the rushing person. Something had told him he had to make up his own decision now, to give his an

Episodes of Depression Vol. 2

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Episodes of Depression Vol. 2

It was too cold for his light business suit. The constantly falling drops of rain were mixed with hail big enough to hurt a person. He didn't feel it, though. His task obsessed him. He had brought this task onto himself. When he killed his wife, that was. The silver spade hit the earth once more. He heaved the earth upwards and let it fall on a wooden platform which levitated about four feet above the hole he was digging, already filled with a huge pile of earth. Beside it stood a closed coffin. He continued digging. Heavy footsteps hit the softened earth, causing splashing sounds. Someone ran through this forest, and he or she was approac

Poker Faces

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Poker Faces

See the medieval sailor on his ship, Not daring to lean back on the mast. See the ancient merchant on his trip, Knowing each mistake may be the last. See the modern manager, Passing by some foreigner. Look at any human now, And tell me that you didn't know. How they always did, And how they ever will. How they do not care For some other's bill. Even I can't help it To solely look at me. You too have to admit it when you speak honestly. We all attend our aimless races, In our world of poker faces.

The thing I fear to become

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The thing I fear to become

Long ago, I began to transform Secretly adjusting to the norm. I got too scared That no one cared For the person I fear to become. An abnormal idea was toyed As my confident paths were destroyed. I fear the future, My cruel tutor And the thing that's likely to come. I used to stand true at the coast, Now, the rock's hardness is lost. The steady tide exposed my hide. It's the reason why I need to run. I'll fall, fully down to the ground. My whole uselessness will abound. My reputation Caused my desperation. It is about to be done. And eventually, I'm none.

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A Mysterious Offer

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A Mysterious Offer

Chapter 1: A Mysterious Offer A new Dawn rises... The rain fell hard in Aridan, as it had for many days before. Hawkers and merchants normally lining the streets had packed up their wares and closed up tight in their wagons, carts, and stores to wait out the harsh turn of weather. Many shopkeepers visible through their glass windows could be seen hanging up their "closed" signs, though it was hardly necessary with no one about. Aelin Mikara sat in a high-backed velvet chair facing the window in her second floor room of The Dancing Serpent, watching the rain fall upon the quiet city. It was quiet. Too quiet for Aelin's tastes. The rain had

Dagger of Destiny Prologue

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Dagger of Destiny Prologue

Prologue: The Price to Pay      The sun rose over the plains of Endara, a glowing yellow orb amongst a sea of orange and red. As its light swept across the fields, the chaos and desecration of the previous night was slowly uncovered like a blanket being pulled back from a corpse. Thousands lay strewn in the dirt, some contorted, some dismembered. Yet all the same, they had the same look on their faces: unbridled terror.      A tall man in a black coat and pants walked among the dead. His cloak flew in the cool morning breeze. It was too cold for late spring, he thought to himself. It should be much hotter, especially in the Southlands. He w

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Episodes of Depression Vol. 2

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Episodes of Depression Vol. 2

It was too cold for his light business suit. The constantly falling drops of rain were mixed with hail big enough to hurt a person. He didn't feel it, though. His task obsessed him. He had brought this task onto himself. When he killed his wife, that was. The silver spade hit the earth once more. He heaved the earth upwards and let it fall on a wooden platform which levitated about four feet above the hole he was digging, already filled with a huge pile of earth. Beside it stood a closed coffin. He continued digging. Heavy footsteps hit the softened earth, causing splashing sounds. Someone ran through this forest, and he or she was approac
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Current Residence: Oberhausen
Operating System: Sad to say, WIN XP
Wallpaper of choice: Self-built, poor mixture of 4 Agent Smith shots
Skin of choice: None would look funny, for a change...
Favourite cartoon character: Well, have a guess.....
Personal Quote: We'll bring them democracy and freedom of choice - whether they went 'em or not!!!

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The Matrix
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Linkin Park, Evanescence, Korn, SoaD... stuff
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Stephen King
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Empty

I'm feeling emptied, like a wastebasket unused, a font dried. I can't remember the exact point, but it's thus since September 2004. I am dissatisfied with every word I write, discouraged even to try, no matter how fitting the mood. I want to speak about my motives to start writing in the first place. Imaging stories has always been my favourite outlet for all the piled-up feelings I could not let out. I did not have any other options in art: it's hard for me to do a straight line with the help of a ruler, and learning to play an instrument is not possible, remembering the two years of pain when I had to play a flute. My fingers don't seem to

Returned to a home I'm not sure I belong

Returned to a home I'm not sure I belong

Yeah.... I'm finally full-heartedly back. *pushes a button and activates the pretended 'finally' screams* Well.... Considering I planned to write The Factory in 2 weeks, it's depressing to see I missed to finish it completely. It's the last and the longest chapter I have not put down yet. Then, my other idea was somewhat.... persistant. I like the concept I drew up, but for some reason, it's hard to bring it into a full text now. Instead, I made another concept for a German story, which I would put at 50,000 words minimum once I worked it out. It's weird, but the idea came to me in a dream. I rarely remember my dreams; usually, my inspirat

Holidays.... but no time to use them

Holidays.... but no time to use them

Well, I have had holidays for two weeks now. But most of the time was used on my first project ever (the only story in German), which I now added to my scraps for those of my friends who understand this language. The reason I'm writing here, is to apologize that I'm stuck on Colors (which means I am just dissatisfied with the way I plan to build up the story), and I don't have the time to continue The Factory. My problem is the impending journey to German North Sea..... No PC, no laptop, few access to TV, and, much worse, we've gone there for 8 years now... kinda boring ^^ But that'll be my major occupation from August 8th to 28th. Anyway,

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Hey, I see that you live in Oberhausen! I was wondering, do you think you could help me with a project I’m doing? I’ll explain...
I’m from Sunderland University in the UK doing a Photography degree. I’ve decided to do one of my projects on Twin Towns, where towns and cities throughout Europe are twinned with each other. At the mo I’ve got someone in Middlesbrough, UK, taking photos for me and I was hoping to get someone in Oberhausen to do the same, because Middlesbrough and Oberhausen are twinned with each other. Would you be willing to give me a hand? I’ll give you more details if you wanna help me.
Send me an email to sally.hoban@sunderland.ac.uk or send me a message back on devART.
Thanks!!
Sally
hey cool oberhausen! ich komm aus mülheim! ;-) und dann mags du noch south park!
danielzkleinHobbyist Writer
Hallo Sebastian,

meine Freundin ist jetzt wieder in Polen, ich bin zwar noch nicht wieder richtig online, aber hab doch theoretisch wieder ein wenig Zeit zu lesen. Theoretisch, weil ich im Moment ne ueble Mandelentzuendung hab. Ich schlaf die meiste Zeit. Ich hab die Geschichte nicht vergessen, werd sie in den naechsten Tagen lesen.

Daniel
Hi Daniel,

klar, lass dir Zeit. Kurier dich aus, die Geschichte kann ruhig was warten.

Sebastian
Hi! Hab dich über meine neighbours seite gefunden:D Ich wohne in Kirchhellen. Schön, mal Deutsche aus meiner Umgebung bei DA zu sehen^.^(und dann auch noch jemanden der eric cartman mag!:w00t: )
jaja, über die neighbour-seite kann man schöne entdeckungen machen... hätte auch nicht gedacht dass es mehr als 5 leute aus NRW bei dA gibt ;)
welcome around !