Mittwoch, 19. September 2012

Seltsame shortstory

Ich hatte Schreibblockade.
Ich zwinge mich jetzt mal zu schreiben habe ich gesagt.
Darum muss ich Elternbrief überarbeiten und ich muss noch Quellen suchen.... aber das hat nichts mit schreiben zu tun.
Ich habe heute eine Kurzgeschichte geschrieben.
"There were monsters under my bed" war mein einziger Anhaltspunkt.
Ich habe dazu eine Kurzgeschichte geschrieben.
Sie ist merkürdig aber ich mag sie.
Mein Bericht kommt auch irgendwann demnächst bald versprochen.


There were monsters under her bed.
They are under every bed.
She was only a baby.
There were monsters under her bed.
They scared her.
She was only four.
There were monsters under her bed.
They did not scare her anymore..
She was a big girl, already six.
There were monsters under her bed.
They wanted to be her friends.
She started talking to them when she was 10
There were monsters under her bed.
They looked all very similar.
She could tell them apart.
There were monsters under her bed.
They did not have names.
She called them Max, Moritz and Moris.
There were monsters under her bed.
They liked her friends.
She tried to introduce them.
There were monsters under her bed.
They were hurt.
She had stopped talking to them. She was 17.
There were monsters under her bed.
They missed her.
She stopped believing in them when she was 19.
There were monsters under her bed.
They followed her when she moved out.
She never even tried looking for them
.
There were monsters under her bed.
They only appeared again when she cried.
She was glad they were there.
There were monsters under her bed.
They were happy.
She talked to them again.
There were monsters under her bed.
They liked her boyfriend.
She was happy with him.
There were monsters under her bed.
They were excited.
She was pregnant.
There were no longer monster under her bed.
They now lived with her daughter.
She was glad they did.
There were no longer monsters under her bed.
They protected her children.
She told them about it.

There were no longer monsters under her bed.
They were no longer in her house.
She visited them when she visited her grandchildren.
There were monsters under her bed again.
They were old too.
She was happy they were with her.
There were monsters under her bed again.
They assured her that there were monsters with her children and grandchildren as well.
She could live with that.
There were no monsters anymore.
They were dead.
She did not mind, she was dead, too.



ACHTUNG! ICH HABE ES ÜBERARBEITET! (Das betrifft  2-4 Absatz. Alles andere ist genau gleich)