Ich heiße Nicole und lebe seit ca. 6 Monaten in Leipzig und studiere dort Jura. Auf Grund meines Abiturs mit einem Notendurchschnitt von 2,4 war Leipzig die einzige Uni, die mich damit genommen hat, alle anderen hatten einen weitaushöheren Notendurchschnitt. Es gab noch einen weiteren Grund für Leipzig und er war, das hier die Lebensunterhaltskosten niedrige...
Sandy und ihre Schwester leben mit ihrer Mutter in Leipzig, in einer der typischen Plattenbausiedlungen. Sandy besucht die 9. Klasse der Hauptschule. Ihre Leistungen sind nicht besonders gut, Sandy hat andere Dinge im Kopf. Sie ist gerade siebzehn geworden. Partys, Musik, Jungs, Sex und Hasch sind ihr wichtiger, sie bestimmen ihr Leben. Sandy wird Teil einer...
Während Frau Müller seinen Geschichts-Unterricht hielt, konnte Tommy kaum seine Augen aufhalten. "Wieso mußten die langweiligsten Kurse in der letzten Schulstunde sein", fragte er sich, "das läßt den ganzen Tag wie eine Ewigkeit erscheinen." Tommy dachte nicht das es möglich ist, doch Frau Müller machte den Zweiten Weltkrieg so trocken w...
This story is dedicated to the brave men and women of the United States armed services who are defending freedom at home and abroad. ^ ^ ^ ^ Her fingers were beating a steady tattoo on the steering wheel as she sat in the minivan at the light. She was waiting to turn left onto the access road that would take her to the airport and a rendezvous with her hus...
Back in the summer of 1997, I needed a summer school credit in order to graduate. So I signed up for ENC 1001, English Composition. There were a variety of writing topics, but one of them was a "saturation" paper. The idea was for a group of students to go to a location as a group, immerse ourselves in the surroundings and write about the things we saw, tryi...
Laying the Ghosts of War Copyright Oggbashan September 2018 The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work. This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons. +++ Splat! A sniper's bullet struc...
Chapter 2 Her Blissful state of mind vanished the next day as she left her apartment, walked down three flights of stairs (the elevator was still out of order), and hailed a cab. It was Monday, and she hated her job. She didn't have much choice in the matter, though. Occupations were assigned once someone graduated from Conformitory School, based on various...
For me, Valentines Day holds neither goodwill nor romantic sentiment. The Hallmark Holiday will always be the anniversary of the loss of my first and only love: the city of Dresden, which I once called home. All these years later, I still remember the traumatic event with crystal clarity. The year was 1945, the month February, late in the Second World War....
Author's Note: Thank you for all the wonderful feedback on the first two chapters in this series. If you haven't read them, you will certainly appreciate this one more if you go back and read them. However, if you don't have the time, this one should stand on its own. As always, feedback from readers -- whether favorable or not -- is highly valued. Please vo...
The Eighty-eighth Key Part III Chapter 15 ____________________________________ "What is, do you suppose, the difference between a dream and a nightmare?" Werner Heisenberg asked, his settled hands resting on his lap, his entire demeanor expressing openness to her reply. And yet, Imogen now remained resolutely still, as if she was suddenly and utterly q...