Good evening folks!
To be honest, this chapter was damn hard and the moment I am writing this down it isn't even finished and in fact it is the third try.
No idea why, not that I don't know have ideas. But to structure, to order, to finally bring it on white computerpaper. Not easy, not easy.
By the way, I truly ask myself if anyone reads what I am writing in the beginning.
And to all you folks who favourite but don't comment. I appreciate your favourite very, very much. But I have no real idea what they really mean. Does it mean I should continue this story as it is? Shall I improve?
Comments are also for you guys. If you like something
Schlof mein Fegele
(The title is yiddish and it means: sleep my bird, it is a lullaby)
Good night guys, this morning was especially cold and I remember my grandmother who was Russian, how she always told me of this deadness in Russia.
They speak german in this story but just sometimes and I wrote the translation underneath.
English is not my mothertongue, so please tell me all the bloody mistakes I have in this story ^^
A little bit ErwinxLevi
Hope you like it.
ATTENTION: IT DEALS WITH WORLD WAR 2 AND THE SHOAH
SO PLEASE BE CAREFUL WHILE READING
“Wir muessen los,
God, this is so short I don't even think I can upload it XD
But anyway, I liked it and it is like a spotlight of poor Altair and Malik.
“Malik”, he whispered. It seemed as if even he, the Grandmaster of the Assassins, Altair Ibn-la' Ahad, was sometimes frightened by his own voice.
The feverish man in front of him, lying on a soft bed blinked with his eyes and then a soft and relieving “Altair,” left his lips.
Gently put the Grandmaster a cold hand on the hot forehead of his best friend. He did not know what to say. It seemed as if his tongue was bound. So he just stroke wi
Good evening! A little story while listening to the pouring rain and the thunder right above me I thought of our beloved sassy pirate Edward and his dear son Haytham.
Have fun and enjoy!
PLease tell me how to improve and get better in the English language ^^
have a lovely evening my dears ;-)
It was raining cats and dogs. Thunder was rolling over the English shore, shining bolts threatened the country, making one believe, god himself send his angels down to finally bring the apocalypse.
Haytham had prayed now for at least two hours but the thunder beca
Oh that is a little bit older, but I found it again. At that time I haven't known of this smexy, pirate Edward Kenway being the father of Haytham, so he isn't described that nice in the story, but I think it is somehow realistic. Back in time you beat your children, when they were disobedient. I mean they just followed the bible in which stands: those who love their children birch them. So...yeah XD...just read it and tell me if you like it XD
Again I haven't read forsaken >.>. I am not really found of this book. Sorry ._.
have cookies my lovelies!
And yes, I am totally obessed with them, still, though half a year has gone now and sm
Okay here you go ^^...have fun and god please tell me all my bloody mistakes I will have in this, I must improve my english!
Love you <3
Haytham found his father lying on the edge of the cliff. Well, not the real edge...but the muscular body of his father lay next to a bush, some feet away from the actual edge of the cliff. The waves were mumbling and some seagulls sang. The little boy approached carefully to the grown man. His father slept. The black hair, a little bit grey by now, covered a part of his face. Slowly Haytham came around to stand righ
Well, after watching Django unchained (thank you tarantino for this fantastic masterpiece *.*)
THIS popped up in my mind and don't ask me why...or well...i mean it seems if connor never thought about the future.....what he shall probably do XD
I love commands ;-)
ps: no mothertongue and critic is moooooooooosssssssssssst appreciated!
It was a cold day in Boston and just some few people were on the streets. Two men walked slowly, chafing their hands and longing for a hot meal in a little tavern. None of them was ordinary, neither in clothing nor in appearance. The older one, wh
I have too much time in the night, she's my best friend XD....are you also some nightowls? Does this word even exist in english?
I hope you have fun ;-)
Good night and sleep well!
When he waited for his father, he saw a young woman and a man with a girl giggling around. Somehow he had to smile. He liked these pictures, they always seemed to show him a little light on these dark days. The man dandled his little girl and the young woman went back into the house.
"Not really. You?"
The young assassin turned around to look at his father.
"We have to go."
And both Templar a
I'm NO mothertongue...so please tell me my weakness I have in this little story ;-)
Second: I haven't read the book forsaken, I imagined my own story to haytham
third: enjoy ;-)
When he woke up, he shivered. His breath was cold and danced before his lips like fairies. It felt strange because at first he did not exactly recognised his environment, something he hadn't had for a while. A strange and dragging feeling straiten his chest and if he hadn't known it better, Haytham Kenway would have called this feeling: anxiety. The Templar smirked. How long hadn't he have this feeling? Thirty years? Or better 25. Was he becoming pathetic, mad even
I don't know if anyone will in fact read this thing here. But whatsoever.
I will go for one year to Erez (as my grandparents always said, actually they never said Israel) or better Israel.
I will go now. Actually in three days. And right now everyone thinks I volunteered for war XD, what is absolutely not the case.
But of course you can't say: safest place on earth. I mean of Israel. But which country is the most safest place on this planet?
Well anyway, I thought about writing every week about what happened not in detail but just a little of the atmosphere I experience because I hope and I also think, people are interested in