Ein Spitzen-Typ
Michiru saß gelangweilt auf ihrem Stuhl und wartete das der Gong sie endlich von der Schule erlösen würde. Aber natürlich dauerte es umso länger je mehr sied arauf wartete. Sie sah ungefähr zum hunderttausendsten Mal auf ihre Uhr. Fünf Minuten vor drei.
Haruka, Michiru und Elza sind nicht auf meinem Mist gewachsen, Briefbomben, Lob und Todesdrohungen an dani@brumsumsl.de.
Der Lauscher an der Toilettenwand.....
Michiru griff nach ihrer Schultasche und stand auf.
Liebes animexx-team !
Bitte veröffentlich meine fanfiction unter meinem usernamen MADOWS.
Vielen Dank !
Hallihallo. Hier ist wieder Andrea.chibimoon@addcom.de. Endlich hab ich es geschafft meine 10. fanfiction fertigzustellen.
Liebes animexx-team!
Bitte veröffentlicht meine untenstehende fanfiction unter meinem usernamen "madows".
Danke schön!
Hallo Harukafans! Hier ist wieder Andrea.chibimoon@addcom.de, und das ist meine 3. fanfiction, aber meine erste mit Musik.
Little bells jingled as he walked through the white nature. Snow crackled under his heavy boots and his breath danced in little clouds in front of his long, white beard. A happy smile laid on his face, his cheeks were redden. Today was a special day. A day he loved the most.
The room was white, the window opened. Snow danced outside. Light, silent. Peaceful. Just as peaceful as the atmosphere was inside. A girl was sitting in front of a huge mirror. It almost covered the whole wall in front of her. She knelt there as if she would pray.
Little bells jingled as he walked through the white nature. Snow crackled under his heavy boots and his breath danced in little clouds in front of his long, white beard. A happy smile laid on his face, his cheeks were redden. Today was a special day. A day he loved the most.
Von Ally
Enthüllungen
Michirus Tagebuch / Taikis Tagebuch
Liebes Tagebuch,
Heute bin ich ihr zum ersten Mal persönlich begegnet: der bestaussehendsten Sportlerin überhaupt, Haruka Tenô.
If blood will flow when flesh and steel are one
Drying in the colour of the evening sun
Tomorrow's rain will wash the stains away
But something in our minds will always stay
On and on the rain will fall
Like tears from a star
Like tears from a star
On and on the rain will
Cover the mirror, hide in your dreams
Forget what they told you, forget what it means
A picture worth a thousand lies, the memory and the mirror
Nothing but what came before, nothing but a closing door
A picture worth a thousand lies, a thousand words, a thousand eyes
Cover
The character mentioned in the story below belongs to Takeuchi Naoko. The song
"Ticking" belongs to Elton John. Although it is almost 30 years old, it moves me
deeply. The story however is mine.
Rated PG: 16!
For any comments: Write to aprileagle@freenet.de .
And the devil in a black dress watches over
My guardian angel walks away
Life is short and love is always over in the morning.
Black wind come carry me far away.
The key to my survival
The key to my survival
Was never in much doubt
The question was how I could keep sane
Trying to find a way out
Things were never easy for me
Peace of mind was hard to find
And I needed a place where I could hide
Somewhere I could call mine
...
I dream of rain
I dream of gardens in the desert sand
I wake in pain
I dream of love as time runs though my hand
And as she turns
This way she moves in the logic of all my dreams
This fire burns
I realise that nothing's as it seems
Sweet desert rose
Each of her veils, a
"Heimat ist kein Ort, Heimat ist ein Gefühl."
Herbert Grönemeyer
(Home is not a place, home is a feeling)
Author's note:
Herbert Grönemeyer is one of the greatest musicians I have ever seen live on a stage.
>Wenn morgen die Welt unterginge,
würde ich heute noch mein Apfelbäumchen pflanzen.<
Reinhard Mey
(If the world would end tomorrow,
I would plant my little apple-tree this very day.
> I can imagine the moment
Breaking out through the silence
All the things that we both might say
And the heart it will not be denied
'Til we're both on the same damn side
All the barriers blown away <
Peter Gabriel
Author's note:
This is a story about Haruka and
Je savais le silence depuis longtemps
J'en sais la violence, son goût de sang
Rouge colères, sombres douleurs
Je sais ces guerres, j'en ai pas peur
Je sais me défendre, j'ai bien appris
On est pas des tendres par ici
Je sais les hivers, je sais le froid
Mais la vie sans to
Von April Eagle
Schicksal
Anmerkung des Autors:
(16. & 17.02.2000)
Diese Geschichte spielt zu der Zeit, in der sich Haruka und Michiru kennenlernen. Sie beide sind noch keine Sailor Kriegerinnen und erkennen erst langsam ihre Bestimmung.