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From Bad to Worse (De Guatemala a Guatepeor) It was summer of 1988 - the break before my senior year. I devised a plan wherein I could work on my Spanish and do some archival research in Guatemala and then visit El Salvador. Although I had spent si More...

General idea ------------------ >> we follow the main character (name?), while he informs us that he killed an asshole, who really deserved to be killed. main character gets convicted of murder, is sent to prison and World War III breaks out. Everybody i More...

We were hanging out at Pete's place. Tom was watching some dumb ass TV show. The fridge was stuffed with beer -- cheap american crap that tasted like water from a clogged toilet. But what the hell? I needed to get the edge off and fight back my inc More...

Reginald Boltry rocketed upright, straight out of sleep, with a smile on his face. He spent a few momemts catching his breath, letting the blood return to his brain, while reveling in his favorite Ethel Merman dream. For Roger, there was little else bett More...

Michael ------------------------------------------------- Montag morgen. Ich betätige den Aufzug. "Einmal fünfter Stock bitte sehr!", murmel ich vor mich hin. Ich beobachte mich im Spiegel des Fahrstuhls. Der neue Anzug sieht super aus. Ich genieße no More...

Ich komme zu mir und bemerke, dass mir regelrecht heiß ist. Ich werfe die Decke beiseite, stehe auf und fühle, dass ich ein paar Sekunden warten muss bis sich das Schwindelgefühl verflogen hat. Nach dem Lichtschalter tastend schiebe ich langsam einen Fu More...

I. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Sie hat ihren nebulösen Blick aufgesetzt. Er lässt Clara tiefgründig erscheinen. Sie weiß das, weil ich es ihr gesagt hatte als wir uns vor knapp drei Jahren More...

After hours of bending over the table, starring at the screen, the green prompt continued to demand immediate input. My fingers slowed to a stop, unable to make a decision on their own, and my mind blanked. I stared down at my hands on the keyboard. More...

Touring the sewers of Paris, I came to realize that one man’s seepage is another rat’s dream – a simple dream for sure, but a dream nonetheless. Who is to say that my dreams of being the world’s best caber tosser, kilt-clad and tossing off at a fr More...

Sometimes I tend to be confused. Ending up with a gun in my left hand pointing at the indian looking cashier, and my right hand holding a chocolate bar. Then you might notice that I've got a problem, because I'm right handed. So I'll have a hard time reach More...