Posty

A VOICE FROM BEYOND THE GRAVE"

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Obraz
" One cold, icy night, Billy sneaked into St. Anthony's Cemetery to find the grave of "Blind Paul." It was freezing, and Billy was wearing only a windbreaker. He searched everywhere, but the tombstone was nowhere to be found. Suddenly, he heard a growl. He turned around and saw a one-eyed figure with a knife in its hand. He was frightened. He turned around and began running. At one point, he tripped and fell into an empty grave. Suddenly, the grave closed, leaving Billy inside. He screamed loudly, but no one heard him. ****************************** Nanny stopped reading "Extraordinary Stories" to little Ali. Putting the book aside, she turned out the light and quietly left the room. Ala was a graceful eight-year-old with blond hair, blue eyes, and a great sense of humor. She had no friends because she was too mean to everyone. She loved playing pranks on people, which only she laughed at. Her parents were at a loss for what to do with her. Only her nanny m...
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About how we had fun adventures

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Obraz
  Summer arrived, and the band members scattered to various campsites and resorts, collapsing in the process with long-lost relatives. We stayed in Prague, bored to death. Irka browsed newspapers and old magazines, and I painted. Didn't I tell you I paint yet? It's just an amateur hobby. I paint very often, but few of my works survive for posterity. When a painting is finished, I admire it for a few days, then cut the canvas into small pieces. I do this for a quite simple and rational reason: I need a frame. Irka even claims, sarcastically, that I'm painting the same picture over and over again. In either case, it's surely some kind of perpetual motion machine. So I devoted myself to the joyful torment of creation, while Irka browsed the classifieds sections. "Listen to this," he snorted with laughter at one point, "The all-female, intellectual rock band 'Deputowane' is looking for two guitarists. Auditions will take place..." date, location,...
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How We Were Hit by Cupid's Arrow

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Obraz
  The stranger sat down at a table and told us the following story: "There was a boy and a girl. The boy was crazy about the girl, and she, though reserved by nature, seemed to reciprocate his ardent feelings. One Saturday night, they were huddled together in a small café, enjoying the moment and each other. Coincidentally, a group of thugs were also huddled there—one of them, just for fun, said something insulting about the girl. The boy stood up for the lady of his heart and was brutally beaten. He ended up in the hospital. The next morning, the girl came to visit him. She placed a box of chocolates and a bouquet of flowers on the bed and said, 'We're done. I have no intention of getting involved with a man who lets himself be beaten by a bunch of brats. ' And she left. The boy never saw her again..." We felt incredibly sad. "And never saw her again..." the stranger repeated quietly, stubbing out his cigarette. Then he stood up and walked wearily out o...
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Have you ever seen your own death?

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Obraz
<author's note: this all happened in reality... unfortunately _^_> And that day, as usual, my dad woke me up before seven. I got up, got dressed, and went to the kitchen to eat breakfast. My dear daddy, of course, had to complain... "What, so little?" he scoffed. "You'll faint at school if you eat only that much." "Like boom, tick, tick, and figs with poppy seeds, poor thing," I said with my famous catchphrase and started eating. After a few bites, however, something strange happened. I felt dizzy. At the same time, I also felt a damn stomach ache. I groaned. "Damn, baked goods! We're out of toothpaste!" I suddenly heard my father shout from the bathroom. I wanted to shout that I had a much worse problem, but I couldn't utter a word. I could already feel the pain throughout my entire body—piercing, tearing from the inside. My knees buckled. I fell to the floor with a scream. I couldn't breathe. My family heard my earlier...
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The Beginnings of the Space Business

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Obraz
  It was a late winter evening. Little light filtered in from outside through the frosted, barred window just below the ceiling. The uncomfortable bunk dug in here and there. I couldn't sleep, so I began searching for something that would allow me to find peace. And I found it. "Beautiful!" I thought, "and it's been here with me for some time." They were reflections of the prison lamp, darting across the ice-covered window. "Good thing they gave me the top bunk ." I moved my head back and forth until, I don't know when, I finally fell asleep. It must have happened quite late, because the awakening was exceptionally painful. I stood in the meadow, looking around, somewhat dazed. And then there was the dog, a large Rottweiler. I didn't run away; my legs felt like jelly. It lunged for my throat, but it didn't reach. He grabbed my arm, and I struggled… He was too strong, he pulled me to the ground. "This was too much. The bastard could...
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