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Sonata Nummer 9 pt2
What had he done? Friedrich's blue eyes swept the devastated landscape. All around him lay Prussian soldiers. Dead, Prussian soldiers. His splendid army had lost, some of his people had even fled, and Austria had carried away this victory. The great king made his way into the medical tent, where the wounded were being tended to. He made his way through all the misery and pain around him. It was all his fault. Friedrich remained stoic though. His soldiers needed a resolute standpoint from him now. If he showed weakness, they would abandon all hope. Soon, he had reached a small, curtained off portion of tent. He knew who lay beyond the thin
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When Dean stops to think about it, none of this is okay. There's a very distinguishable line that is formed at a certain age milestone. It's the line that inevitably separates girls and boys in grade school and sprinkles a handful of cooties on both of them. It's the line that separates a toddler's overalls from big boy pants. It's the line that keeps a mother from getting in the same bathtub as her child. It's the line that prevents big brothers from cuddling with their little siblings. Dean knows that him and Sam have already crossed this line, years ago, in fact, but for some reason, neither of them verbally acknowledge it. Sam is a brig
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We had this neighbor when I was a boy, he was a bit younger than I was, his father rented the house next door. He would come over, step over the knee-high fence that separated us. He would promise to show us how to make fireworks. Daylight from our young hands. He had us gather all the petals that had fallen from our flowers. Dark violets and blues. And once we had picked up all the petals, he cupped his hands and threw them in the air. Wide-eyed and in wonder. I was disappointed, I expected him to pull a lighter out and for some mysterious oils in the flowers to catch fire; to explode. I wanted real magic. He threw them up again, an
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Sonata Nummer 9 pt2
What had he done? Friedrich's blue eyes swept the devastated landscape. All around him lay Prussian soldiers. Dead, Prussian soldiers. His splendid army had lost, some of his people had even fled, and Austria had carried away this victory. The great king made his way into the medical tent, where the wounded were being tended to. He made his way through all the misery and pain around him. It was all his fault. Friedrich remained stoic though. His soldiers needed a resolute standpoint from him now. If he showed weakness, they would abandon all hope. Soon, he had reached a small, curtained off portion of tent. He knew who lay beyond the thin
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Speechless
When Dean stops to think about it, none of this is okay. There's a very distinguishable line that is formed at a certain age milestone. It's the line that inevitably separates girls and boys in grade school and sprinkles a handful of cooties on both of them. It's the line that separates a toddler's overalls from big boy pants. It's the line that keeps a mother from getting in the same bathtub as her child. It's the line that prevents big brothers from cuddling with their little siblings. Dean knows that him and Sam have already crossed this line, years ago, in fact, but for some reason, neither of them verbally acknowledge it. Sam is a brig
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Hephaestus
We had this neighbor when I was a boy, he was a bit younger than I was, his father rented the house next door. He would come over, step over the knee-high fence that separated us. He would promise to show us how to make fireworks. Daylight from our young hands. He had us gather all the petals that had fallen from our flowers. Dark violets and blues. And once we had picked up all the petals, he cupped his hands and threw them in the air. Wide-eyed and in wonder. I was disappointed, I expected him to pull a lighter out and for some mysterious oils in the flowers to catch fire; to explode. I wanted real magic. He threw them up again, an
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devante9901's avatar
Oh good God. Erich. Two "Don'ts" and a "no." Even I am terrified.

Nineteen - I am deeply disturbed by how much I love Schadenfreude. Read what I believe is the original draft in January 2013. Like a previous person said, I too walked around devoid of emotion for a week. And then I read Schadenfreude again. More slowly. And then I imagined what happened after the end. I still find myself doing that. It hurts my heart and my guts in the most beautiful way. And I can't describe it any better than that.
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thenineteen|Professional Writer
That's exactly what it's supposed to do. I love that it's sitting around Gurochan like a carnivorous plant still snaring people. This pleases me immensely.

I take a certain delight in being hideous to my readers and hopefully costing them a great deal of sleep.

Welcome to DA. As much as I love/hate this place it saddens me that it seems to be slowing and dying lately. It's lovely to see a new member.
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Oh wow. I had no idea EXTRA content was going into this. You already had my money when I heard there was going to be a book to buy, but now I am even MORE excited to one day own this.

Best of luck as you continue to edit. I very much look forward to sitting down with the physical copy once its out. It will probably be VERY difficult for people to reach me once I get it. . . I will be too busy floating around in my mind and reading through it. I have already read the online one twice through and each time I am left at a loss for words to describe it. I feel giddy and amazed and inspired. I feel like flying.

Thank you SO much for continuing to work on it! I don't care how long the wait is. This is one work of fiction I simply will NEVER forget!
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thenineteen|Professional Writer
There's places that needed new film and places where I seemed to promise you film and not deliver any. Erich remembers this happening when he's in New York but I apparently never wrote any text to go with that. My second drafts always include more evil. I can't help myself. Nothing significant is going to change about the plot in any way.

Then fly. The stories are supposed to be contagious...
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Ok, let me first tell you that I read Schadenfreude exactly about 1 year ago and was
literally emotionless for one week or so. I walked around like a ghost during inside
my mind the story went circled and did not let me free. It had a huge
effect on me (and later made me visit a seminar at our university about the medical
experiments of the SS in Auschwitz). And now its a bit ironic (and I do it with all
respect and admiration for you and the piece of art you wrote) that I have to
correct one name in this lovely directors cut: the name of the one, who performed
the sterilization experiments on women was Clauberg, not Claub - or do you just shortened it?

I saw you uploaded Hero´s Torch here and Iam almost (afraid) ready to read it.......

(Sorry, if there are mistakes in my english..)
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thenineteen|Professional Writer
Thank you, dear. I'm envious of your seminar. It's fairly difficult to find material about that topic without it being a new arrangement footnoting all the other material.

I think I intended to make up the name, though it's also possible I read the correct name at some point and mangled it in my head. Thank you, dear. Fixing things like that is just what I'm doing at the moment.
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No problem at all, really!! Iam glad I could help.
I love the seminar - its every summer and unfortunately this year the last time because the female professor turns old and soon will left the university. She once made an interview with Auschwitz-doctor Hans Münch (she is a german...Iam a german..from Berlin) who was acquitted from the polish court in 1947 because he acted human and refused to participate in the selections at the "Rampe". But in the interview with her he admitted that he - of course - did selections inside the camp to "clean out" the crowded barracks for new prisoners. And gone was his humanity.
H o w e v e r (sorry...I was overwhelmed..) if you have another question please be feel free to ask...^^...
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thenineteen|Professional Writer
Well, now I have dozens of questions, many about Berlin and the rest of the country, that books and documentaries will not answer for me, but the most important one is probably: will you beta this for me when I have a third draft? I'd really rather not mangle any of the chapter headings or titles if I can help it. I do try to check everything, but it's hard to spot a misspelling in a language you don't really speak.


I'm researching what happened to Germany after the war just now, and it's some hideous stuff. When I was in school we always managed to cover the Holocaust but never so much the war surrounding it and never any detail about the aftermath.
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jimmythebrave|Hobbyist General Artist
I’ve wanted to say something about schadenfreude since I first read it.
But every time I try I can seem to find the words.

It’s beautiful and terrible all at the same time. It makes me shiver and feel physically sick on occasion, but all that can be forgiven because this little piece of literature, schadenfreude, it truly beautiful.
The same goes for anything you write, when my teachers ask me to write about my favourite books there’s no way i could write about lady stardust or fade, but they always come to mind first, so thank you.

I hope I got what I was trying to say across, please never stop writing.
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thenineteen|Professional Writer
Thank you, dear. That's lovely of you. And yes, I don't think your teachers would dig that particularly. Mine nearly had a litter of kittens when she found out I wrote on A Clockwork Orange for my AP test.

After awhile there'll be a few you could probably get away with writing on, but I don't think Psychomotor is ever going to be one.

Don't worry. I will not be stopped.
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jimmythebrave|Hobbyist General Artist
Oh teachers.

I painted your beautiful lady stardust for an art class once. Nobody has been able to look at me the same since. My teacher thought he was gorgeous but now everybody reckons there's something wrong with me.

Oh well.
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thenineteen|Professional Writer
Fuck everybody and fuck what everybody thinks.

There's nothing wrong with you, dear. Or your teacher. They simply fear something they lack.

Mourning Gloria was a real band, and I have the case to their demo still, though some bastard has lost or stolen the completely irreplaceable tape.

I'm bizarrely proud that you did that. It must've been satisfying having a secret about it none of them could see.
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You know, by the time I reached the end, I immediately felt like that wasn't enough. But I can wait. I hope wherever it is you're going with these finishes one day; I'd love to see.

Gripping as ever; there's something about your prose that freezes me in place and I only realized I wasn't breathing when I gasped near the end. XD
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thenineteen|Professional Writer
Don't worry. That's not where that scene ends.

This is one of the ones that was referenced in flashback that I didn't realize I hadn't actually done. That's how I'm winding up with more evil.
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