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I took it from different people’s posts! Like…Koshka said “GAHHHHH”to me. Oh! *laugh* Ellette said, “Oh, you nasty person” to me as well. I just skimmed through the people’s posts, and took those words!
“MWA HA HA HA HA.”: I think this was Loopylin
“Eeeeeeeeee!!” Okay, this one I made up because no one was saying it!
"He is no fool who gives what he cannot keep to gain what he cannot lose."~ Jim Elliot
Oh dear… I think I know who I am! *starts laughing*
Man is born for the fight, to be forged and molded into a sharper, finer, stronger image of God
YOU JUST SNOWBALLED ME!?!?!
Wie kannst du es wagen!! Du wirst es bereuen!
Man is born for the fight, to be forged and molded into a sharper, finer, stronger image of God
Oh oh oh!! Does my writing for CWW count for my snowballs!…??
INTP.
Devastating Werner flashback. Want to read some?
Man is born for the fight, to be forged and molded into a sharper, finer, stronger image of God
Oh….you got me. *Falls face first into the snow*
Poor Dale. He so confused. *Pops up to offer him tea and cookies*
Also…does anybody know how many snowballs I have to write for? I’ve lost count.
First Grand Historian of Arreth and the Lesser Realms (aka Kitty)
Fork the GorkWie kannst du es wagen!! Du wirst es bereuen!
Oh, I dare all right! And I don’t regret it!!!
Oh dear… I think I know who I am! *starts laughing*
Yup! You are right!
Devastating Werner flashback. Want to read some?
YES YES!
"He is no fool who gives what he cannot keep to gain what he cannot lose."~ Jim Elliot
You have been warned.
WWII story section! Want to read some?
Werner scene!
[Werner is having a flashback]
“Werner, wait for me!”
“Come on, hurry up Wolf!”
Laughter. Someone grabbed his arm and they both spun in a circle, waving their hands for balance.
“Alex! Don’t do that!”
“Ach, Werner, don’t be so dense. What are we waiting for? Let’s go!”
“Wait a moment, Alex.”
“I’ll race you!” It was a new voice, and he looked up to see Wilhelm and Horst racing toward them.
Skates squealed; ice chips sprayed.
“Just a moment.”
“Drei, zwei, eins—”
“I said wait!”“Why? What’s going on? Don’t you want to skate with us?”
“Ja.”
“Then what are we waiting for?”
He turned, his skates squeaking against the ice, and pointed a finger at the small figure on the shore. He looked back and saw Alex roll his eyes. Horst looked incredulous. “You brough him? Seriously?”
“Ja, Mutter said I had to.”
At the time he hadn’t minded. His Mutter had suggested he take Wolf, and he had eagerly climbed up into the attic to get the boy’s skates. He had buttoned Wolf’s coat, he had pulled on the knitted gloves, he had tugged the hat down over the dark locks, he had pinched the rosy cheek, he had taken the little hand and started out to the lake, the small feet tripping along beside him— two steps for his one. But now…
“Echt, now Werner will be playing nurse maid to baby brother.”
“I will not, Wilhelm! You just eat that.”
“Ja, make me!” his friend taunted cheerily.
He clenched his fists and took off across the ice. The wind whistled against his face, biting his cheeks. He slid to a stop and looked down at the boy sitting in the snow. “Wolfgang, what in heaven’s name is taking so long?”
“My fingers won’t work, they’re too cold.”
He glanced back at his friends who were calling to him and laughing. He crouched down and pulled off his gloves. Grabbing the straps of the skates he tightened them. His hand slipped and the mettle buckle sliced across the side of his quickly numbing finger. “Autsch!”
“Are you alright Werner?”
“Ja, ja,” he muttered, sticking the cold finger into his mouth and sucking the thread of blood.
“Werner! Werner come on! Werner—”
“Give me a minute!” he bit out. He annoyance was growing, and he practically yanked the boy to his feet. Wolf slid and grabbed hold of Werner’s coat, nearly dragging him off balance. “Don’t do that!” he barked.
“Sorry, sorry,” Wolf said, trying to steady himself.
He felt guilty, and the guilt made him even more annoyed. Why had he brought Wolf anyways? The kid was hardly nine and was terrible on the ice.
“Werner! The men and I are going up to the point. See you in an hour,” Horst called.
“Wait a moment, I’m coming!” Werner shouted back. He knew his friends weren’t cruel, but when they started teasing, they never knew when to stop. He had his fair share of teasing them, but today being on the receiving end was annoying him more then he could stand. He didn’t know why he was so irritated that day. He had been fine earlier. But something was there making those playful jabs sting like spikes.
He turned and began skating out toward his friends.
“Werner, I don’t want to go all the way out Please don’t go that far.”
He spun angrily, sending tiny shards of ice spraying into the air. “Wolfgang, you are a complete scaredy cat.”
“I’m not Werner, I just don’t want to go out that far!”
“Wolf, the ice is fine. Look, if you don’t want to come then Alex and I will go ahead.”
Wolf slowly skated toward him, his arms out to balance himself. “Werner, you said you and I could skate together today. You promised we would go together!”
“Ja so? You’re here, I’m here, I kept the promise.”
“But Werner, you said you would teach me to skate. You said you would help me.”
He glanced over his shoulder and saw Wilhelm and Horst already flashing across the ice toward the point. Alex was skating backwards, waiting a few more moments for Werner to catch up. He looked back at Wolf who had finally reached him. “I’ll teach you later.”
The young blue eyes filled with tears. “But Werner, you promised.”
“Stop crying like that,” Werner said angrily. “You’re acting like a little girl.”
Wolf blinked valiantly. “You promised,” he said again.
He hesitated. A something urged him to stay and spend the day with his little brother. After all, he had been the one to get him excited, and he had brought him out onto the ice. But another part of him argued that Wolf was always there, and they could skate any time. Besides, the boy was such a bother. Why did he have to make this choice at all?
Alex turned around and began skating after Wilhelm and Horst who were rapidly growing smaller across the lake. He bit his lip and looked back at Wolf. “You play here. Work on balance. I’m going to race with them and then I’ll be back. You can try to catch up with us. Otherwise stay here and wait for me.” With that he turned and skated out after Alex.
“Please, Werner, please wait for me! Please don’t go!” Wolf’s young voice rang across the ice.
He steeled himself and kept going, ignoring the pain in that call. After all, it was just one race, and it was only fair. He glanced back to see Wolf wiping his eyes with the back of a gloved hand. He gritted his teeth and pushed himself faster. “Alex! Hold up a moment!”
He skimmed across the ice, his long legs giving him a thrilling speed. Soon he had caught up to Alex, and the two of them overtook Horst and Wilhelm a few moments later. It wasn’t long before they were laughing and shoving one another, skates screeching as they slid sideways. He looked down at the beautiful curving trails left in his wake and grinned. “How about a race?” Horst asked.
They all agreed and soon they were side-by-side, toeing the line.
After a long debate, Alex was chosen to count down. “Drei, zwei, eins, go!”
Away they went, skimming over the glassing surface, skates flashing in the sunlight, voices ringing with laughter, legs staining, and wind shrieking past them.
He was first to the far bank, followed closely by Alex. Horst grabbed Wilhelm’s jacket and the two of them careened by. Horst fell and Wilhelm spun out of control. Then next moment was all laughter and wet snow.
“Werner? You alright?”
He looked up at Alex’s laughing face. He was lying on his back in a snowdrift along the bank, Wilhelm sprawled partially on top of him. He took Alex’s hand and scrambled up, laughing and banging snow off his cap.
SNAP!
That sound— that very distinct sound— would forever haunt him, and the scream that followed would be seared into his memory until death. It was as if time had slowed. He could feel himself lifting his head. He couldn’t look up fast enough. There, his eye caught the white knitted hat, the brown sleeves and the red gloves, hands thrown up as the small figure went down.
Down into the water.
Down under the ice.
He could see Alex’s face, drained of all color, Horst’s wide eyes, Wilhem’s horrorstricken face—
He was off like a shot. Never had he skated so hard or so fast… and never had he felt so slow.
The white hat was up again, followed by frantic splashing and a wild shriek. Then it was down again.
A few moments later the hat was back, and with it was a hand in a little red glove. “Grab the side! Grab the side!” he screamed, begging God to carry his voice to the struggling boy.
The red glove grabbed the ice, and he could see the hat had slid down over wolf’s eyes. He was almost there when the ice cracked. His skate caught, throwing him hard to the ground. He gasped for breath, and for a moment he could see the cracks spidering away beneath him and he knew that the ice was about to brake, and he too would drown under that cold water.
He was up before the though finished forming himself. Lying flat he dragged himself forward on the ice. Someone was yelling at him he could hear skates sliding to a stop. Tiny shards of ice slashed across his cheek and Wilhelm slid over the ice and went down on his knees. “Werner, careful!”
He ignored them all. He was almost to the edge, but Wolf was slipping. He lunged forward and grabbed the boy’s wrist. Ice broke. His chest hit the water, and the liquid soaked through his coat, burning his skin like fire. He jerked his head back, barely keeping his face out of the water.
Hands grabbed his legs, and someone grabbed his jacket. He closed his eyes and hung on to his brother’s arm. His hands had gone numb but still he clung to the boy, begging God to help him. At last, he felt firm ice under his body, and then someone was helping him drag Wolf out of the water. They laid Wolf down on the ice and he grabbed his brother’s jacket, tearing the wet garment off him. He ripped the front of the shirt, stripping the frozen fabric off the boy. Alex was already holding out his jacket, and he pulled it onto Wolf. Then he threw the hat aside and tugged his own over the ice-flecked hair. Next came the red mittens, frozen stiff. Then he was lifting Wolf up and skating toward the shore, Alex at his side. Wilhelm was already running up the road, and Horst was pulling off his skates.
“Werner, wait and let me help you!” Alex called.
He stopped just long enough for Alex to tear free the straps holding on his skates. Then he turned and ran through the snow, Wolf still tight in his arms.
It seemed like an eternity before they reached the house. Wilhelm was there, building a fire. His mother was making a hot broth and preparing a bed. He stumbled into the house and was assailed by those within. Someone took Wolf from him and then hands were tripping off his jacket, hat, and gloves.
In a few moments he got free of them and ran to the bed that had been pulled in front of the fire. He sat down and gathered his brother into his arms, cradling the cold little body against his chest… praying like he never had before. “Oh God! Oh, Wolf I’m so sorry! I’m so sorry! Please don’t die, Wolf! Please don’t die! Please don’t die! Please don’t die! Please—”
Man is born for the fight, to be forged and molded into a sharper, finer, stronger image of God
Oh….you got me. *Falls face first into the snow*
*Cheshire cat grinning*
Poor Dale. He so confused. *Pops up to offer him tea and cookies*
I know! Poor fellow…thanks for the snack. He greatly appreciates it.
Also…does anybody know how many snowballs I have to write for? I’ve lost count.
Hmm…I did hit you, so that’s one. If you look at some of the past posts you may find out some others.
"He is no fool who gives what he cannot keep to gain what he cannot lose."~ Jim Elliot
Ellette meant to tag you above…
"He is no fool who gives what he cannot keep to gain what he cannot lose."~ Jim Elliot
You have been warned.
Duly noted.
I’ll get to Werner later in the day…I have some projects to work on now.
"He is no fool who gives what he cannot keep to gain what he cannot lose."~ Jim Elliot
Ah, but I was hoping someone knew. *Stares dismally at the stack of 38 pages to read through*
First Grand Historian of Arreth and the Lesser Realms (aka Kitty)
Fork the Gork( @ellette-giselle Baron snippet from his POV)
I am a monster. I have taken so many lives, caused so much pain. And why? Why did I do it all? To please Father. To feel like I belonged, and had purpose, that I was worth something. My true parents abandoned me, Father took me in, I had to prove to him that his descision to take me in was never a mistake, and somewhere along the line, I lost my humanity, and enjoyed the deaths of my numerous victims.
not gonna throw snowballs rn
"You need French Toast."
#AnduthForever (hopefully 💕)@rae I’ve read of several other characters in Baron’s position….
They’re always interesting, if not a little sad.
Which of your stories is he from?
"When in doubt, eat cheese crackers."-me to my charries who don't even know about cheese crackers
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