shortstory ende verdammich nochmal ich find keins...

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S_dzha_Raidri

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also, hab heute in englisch eine shortstory bekommn, da gehts um so´n typen der in seiner wochenendhütte is und da wurde eingebrochen und ´n büschen aus seine whiskeyflasche getrunken deswegen macht der da so gift rein damit der einbrecher falls er nochmal wiederkommt dran verreckt. dann fährt der typ wech...

ich brauche jetzt ideen was dann passiert... wer bricht ein? und vor allem: wie stirbt der oder die personen?! da bräuchte ich spektakuläre einfälle, weil nur normal an dem gift sterben is ja langweilig, da sollte noch ´n büschen was passiern... also, seid kreativ, zumindest bis donnerstag, bis dahin brauch ich das nämlich... :)
 

Suwarin

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...he returns the following week, only to find out that someone had broken in again. To his great surprise somebody had taken another deep draught (pull? booze?) out of the bottle. Shaken he sat down to think about this situation. Something WAS going EXTREMLY WRONG! He sniffed at the bottle and immidatley thought: "I could have searched the bottle for fingerprints now this task should be difficult. Where do I keep my head?"

äh...moment mal überlegen so was oder wie?
 
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S_dzha_Raidri

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jaaaa, gutgutgut... dankeschön.. jetzt kann ich das noch weitspinnen.... der typ der getrunken hat kehrt mutiert zurück und will sich rächen... :)
 

Suwarin

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A low an sinister growling voice froze his blood. It came from the open doorway behind him: "NOW YOU LOOSE YOUR HEAD!"
Frightend to death he turned around. In utter horror he tried to figure out what this nightmare was. It had a vaguely human stature, but the extremeties where twitched and no longer in the apropriate position and the skin color had the most unhealthy ..no unearthly tone he had ever seen...the face was undiscribeable..because it was covered with festering ulcers and warts which surrounded three opening these dark and hollow dents glints of red sparked..... and the stench was overwhelming..
"W..W...Whh..What ARE YOU?...and how can you read my mind?"
In the the following minute silence only the buzzing of the flies was audible. Then slowly a rumbling noise came from this ghastly creature and it grew louder and louder until it shook the floorboards. Flabbergasted it dawned on him that the creature was laughing......
To be continued...
 
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Suwarin

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Utterly confused he couldn't decide what to do. Suddenly a shot rings in his ears and something smacks him right in the chest. The world swimming around him he feels a warm and steady trickle and the a spreading numbness in his cheast followed by a definate lack of air. Looking down at him he sees blood spourting out of a red blotch on his blue shirt. All this happend in a fraction of a second but to him it seem like ages. ...and there was something else...the thing in front of him wasn't laughing any more it was screamin in agony. He tried to focus then taking the lack of description into account he saw that around a fist sized hole body tissue was hanging loosly on the front side of the thing and through this hole saw his wife standing there with a terror striken expression on her face and a smoking big bore elephant gun. The image became more and more blurred. The last thing before everthing went dark was a huge monstrous shade that was shaking a limp shade. He smiled and he thought:"Serves her right I told her that I didn't have a lover.."
In years to come there were still rumors that a thing was out there in the deeper parts of the woods and that it hollered from time to time...The strange thing was that if a brave soul dared to find the spot where the hollering came from it always found an
empty bottle reeking of alcohol....

So mehr fällt mir nicht mehr ein.
 

S_dzha_Raidri

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ich mach mich gleich dran und schreib die story nochmal handschriftlich ab... wan ich an fehlern finde wird ausgebessert, .. und da ich net alle finden werde wirkt das ganze authentisch... nochmal DANKE!!!!!!!