This is a short story about a girl named Lily and her sitter Miss Anne.
„... if the people on earth loved God to be with them and the laws of life to be eternally with them, then there would not come on earth pains, tears, sighing and heartbreaking worries, ...”
„I am the slaughtered Lamb and I am worthy to open My book and write Myself in it, ...as it is written in the Scriptures about Me, the Father’s Lamb and about the book with seven seals, which only I can open ...”
At first glance miracles seem unrealistic in our time because we are strongly influenced by science. The second half of the last century in particular has seen amazing revelations and progress in scientific and technical fields.
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The Story of how an old blind man was robbed by two young boys and the aftermath of the deeds...
The Beggar’s Money
LONGTIME AGO, there was an old blind man living in the village few
kilometers away from the city. According to report, the old man became
blind as a result of terrible disease that he had when celebrating
birthday at the age four years old.
This blind man was highly gifted in the art of singing, drumming and
dancing. He used to move round the city that is near the village where
he resides daily singing marvelous songs full of inspirations. The people
loved him for his highly creative and inspiring songs. READ MORE INSIDE
10 English-language poems I wrote in remembrance of certain persons, events, things in general. I intend to write many many more poems in English (and in German). Dedication: für Brigitte
“Hmm. Then I guess you gotta go.” The man’s muscles, which were meek and slim, slowly expanded to the size of a large flatscreen television. “They call me Tank. You’ll see why,” Tank winded up a punch. Grian looked at his sides and noticed Flame’s men surrounding him, appearing, seemingly, out of nowhere. They blocked every exit except the one behind Grian. The grim reaper stood behind him. “See ya!” Tank shouted. He threw the punch and hit Grian, dead center. Grian propped his dagger in front of him, but the force of the punch knocked off the dangerously slim and weak Grian off the rooftop. Grian dropped his dagger and held onto the ends of the rooftop. Tank chuckled as he watched Grian holding onto the rooftops for dear life. “You had a chance. But you sliced my offer in half. Now you’re about to die.” Tank laughed as his muscles retracted. Tank crouched down and plucked off one finger. The men laughing up a storm. He plucked off another finger. Then another. Grian’s grip loosened, dropping his right hand, dangling in the air aimlessly. “Have you ever heard of the phrase, A titan rises slowly, but falls quickly?” Tank asked. The men around him sneered and joked at Grian’s expense. “Guess that phrase was about you.” Tank plucked all five fingers of his left hand, dropping him. Tank let out a big laugh as he watched the fear in Grian’s eyes grow.
This is a short story about a girl named Lily and her sitter Miss Anne.
„... if the people on earth loved God to be with them and the laws of life to be eternally with them, then there would not come on earth pains, tears, sighing and heartbreaking worries, ...”
„I am the slaughtered Lamb and I am worthy to open My book and write Myself in it, ...as it is written in the Scriptures about Me, the Father’s Lamb and about the book with seven seals, which only I can open ...”
At first glance miracles seem unrealistic in our time because we are strongly influenced by science. The second half of the last century in particular has seen amazing revelations and progress in scientific and technical fields.
PREQUEL NOVEL 0.5
The Story of how an old blind man was robbed by two young boys and the aftermath of the deeds...
The Beggar’s Money
LONGTIME AGO, there was an old blind man living in the village few
kilometers away from the city. According to report, the old man became
blind as a result of terrible disease that he had when celebrating
birthday at the age four years old.
This blind man was highly gifted in the art of singing, drumming and
dancing. He used to move round the city that is near the village where
he resides daily singing marvelous songs full of inspirations. The people
loved him for his highly creative and inspiring songs. READ MORE INSIDE
10 English-language poems I wrote in remembrance of certain persons, events, things in general. I intend to write many many more poems in English (and in German). Dedication: für Brigitte
“Hmm. Then I guess you gotta go.” The man’s muscles, which were meek and slim, slowly expanded to the size of a large flatscreen television. “They call me Tank. You’ll see why,” Tank winded up a punch. Grian looked at his sides and noticed Flame’s men surrounding him, appearing, seemingly, out of nowhere. They blocked every exit except the one behind Grian. The grim reaper stood behind him. “See ya!” Tank shouted. He threw the punch and hit Grian, dead center. Grian propped his dagger in front of him, but the force of the punch knocked off the dangerously slim and weak Grian off the rooftop. Grian dropped his dagger and held onto the ends of the rooftop. Tank chuckled as he watched Grian holding onto the rooftops for dear life. “You had a chance. But you sliced my offer in half. Now you’re about to die.” Tank laughed as his muscles retracted. Tank crouched down and plucked off one finger. The men laughing up a storm. He plucked off another finger. Then another. Grian’s grip loosened, dropping his right hand, dangling in the air aimlessly. “Have you ever heard of the phrase, A titan rises slowly, but falls quickly?” Tank asked. The men around him sneered and joked at Grian’s expense. “Guess that phrase was about you.” Tank plucked all five fingers of his left hand, dropping him. Tank let out a big laugh as he watched the fear in Grian’s eyes grow.