A Berlin Mystery

I hope you enjoy my German homework from high school. I had to write a short story about a detective. I translated it from German and edited the English. Also, I might post a Q&A so give me questions! 🙂

It was a cold and stormy night in Berlin. The trees were pushed by rain and wind. Detective Harper Kit wore a wool sweater to keep warm from the cold. Karl, her intern, went after a pile of gunk. “I think there’s a body in this,” said Karl.
They went to the pile. They removed the leaves from the pile. “That’s a body, alright.” Kit said. “I’ll call the commissioner.”
“Her identification card was in a wallet.” Karl spoke. “Her name is Veronika Kleinbach, she is twenty-seven years old and she lives in Austria.” “So, why was she in Berlin?” “She could be on vacation.” The intern spoke. “Was she married?” “No clue. She had no pictures in her wallet. “” Has anyone said she’s missing? ” ” Yes, an old lady in town. She said she was her grandmother. ” ” Call her. See what she has to say. ” Kit said as she walked out of the room.
Karl drove to the old lady’s house. He knocked on the door. When she opened the door, a cat ran out. “I’m sorry, come in, please.” He went into the house. “What’s your name?” “Carlotte Nemfi.” “So, Veronika was your granddaughter?” “Yes, she came to stay with me as she had to come for work.” “Do you know why she came here?” “She said business purposes, but she owns a bakery, so I do not understand why she came here.” “Do you know if she comes here to see someone?” “Well, she met a man when she came here, which was last month.” “Did she tell you his name?” “Oskar Brimtic”.
Detective Kit and Karl went to Oskar’s apartment. Kit knocked, but nobody answered. “Karl, smash the door.” Got it.” Karl stepped back and slammed his body against the door. It burst into the apartment. The two of them walked in as they found a body lying on the floor. “Is that him?” Asked Karl. “No, that’s looks to be his roommate, Fredrick Jones, he’s from America.” “I’m going to get a blood sample, it looks like he ate something.” Said Karl. “It looks like we have a cannibal in our hands, but Veronika was not eaten.” “Maybe he could not eat her yet.” “Oskar, are you here, my partner and I have to talk to you?” Kit said as she walked around the apartment. “I’m just so hungry.” A weak voice came from a bedroom. “We’re not here for him, we’re here for Veronika Kleinbach, do you know what happened to her?” “Fred killed her because she and I planned to sell his meat in her bakery.” He opened the door to his room. “I could not wait for her to come, but he killed her before she could kill him, I’m just so hungry.” He said as he stretched out his hands far enough for her to overthrow him. “Karl, I have him.” She said as she cuffed the crying Oskar. “I don’t care what you do to me, I just want to be alone.” Oscar said softly. “You will, Sweety, you will.” The three went out of the apartment. “Boss, did he eat Fredrick?” “Yes, Fredrick killed Veronika.” They said as she opened the door for Oskar. “Whoa.” “Get used to it, kid.” They got into the car and drove to the station.

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My Goals for 2018

So, I know this is a little late, but I wanted a small hiatus from blogging.

I have an okay amount of goals for this year. Not too impossible, but not too easy. I want to challenge myself a bit more this year. I want to become more of the person I want to be. So, with that, let’s get onto these goals!!

1. Work Out

Everyone puts this on their goals, so I’m a tad basic. I have my reasons, though. I need more leg and arm strength in general. During high school, I suffered from knee pain due to my thighs not having enough strength. I also have bad posture because I have Tendonitis in my right shoulder and can feel it in my left.TLDR: I am a smol weak bean.

2. Finish my card game

This has been a longterm project that I would love to finish this year. Right now, all I can do is playtest it, and with school coming back around for me, it looks like it’s not going to happen soon.

3. Finish my novel

I have been wanting to do this for years, now. Anytime I have a good idea for a novel, I get maybe 2 or 3 chapters in and then lose the motivation to continue on. I cannot tell you how many unfinished or undeveloped novels I have and I desperately want to do this. For the sake of my SANITY.

4. Improve the blog

Now, you probably were expecting for this to be number 1, weren’t you? lol. There are so many thoughts running through my head when I think about this site. I want to do so many things for you guys that can open my thoughts and me to the world, but I am terrified that my past will jump back out at me and ruin my small amazing community that I have built for almost 2 years(August 29th yooo)! I haven’t fully decided on it, but I was thinking about relaunching the youtube channel with some friends of mine(because they want to) and have each other upload whatever we want on ‘our days’ (more deets to come!). I also was thinking about Starting a facebook page, or an Instagram profile(with the IG algorithm all wonky rn, probably not lol). Another thing I want to do is make my site more unique rather than just ‘look at me, I’m just another book/beauty/lifestyle blogger with a WordPress site, but I don’t know what to do just quite yet, so I’ll have to get back to you on that.

When I first started blogging in the fall of 2016, I never thought how much it would change my self-image. Now, all I want to do is make it a full-time career, my mind, my body, and my soul. I want to be more expressive with you guys. I want to announce to the world how amazing my blog is, not just have 2-3 friends know about it.

Have a good day! Become a follower! Support me!

Peace out!

Beams.

“So, these beams that are coming out of your hands… What are they? What do they do?” Sam paced around the room. “Well, what Perry and I figured out is that they’re hot.’ Winona said as she looked at Perry’s injured hand. “Real hot.” She looked back at Sam. “Is that all you’ve tried? They could be energy- or light.” Sam brushed his hand through his thick blonde hair. “How could we test that? I can’t really point my hands at a bush, it might burn. Take Perry’s hand for example.” “We could try it at a plant, though. Odds are it won’t burn immediately, but we could plant a seed, water it, then you point your hands at it and we can see what happens.” Perry suggested.

The three of them decided to plant an onion seed at twilight. They filled a tiny watering can to the brim and dumped the water into fresh dirt. They placed the seed deep into the ground. “Are you guys sure that this could be it? Do you actually think I have sunbeams shooting out of my hands?” Winona questioned. “It’s something we can try.” Sam said as Perry shrugged.

Winona sighed as she pointed her hands to the ground. She closed her eyes and focused the beams out of her hands. Her body shook as the beams jutted out of her hands.

Perry.

“Come on, dude. You can’t me believe that our best friend is a witch. It’s just not possible.” Sam paced back and forth in his living room. “It’s true. I was there when it first happened. She’s been too terrified to tell anyone, I wanted to tell you weeks ago.” Perry plopped a teeny cookie into his mouth. “Weeks? How long has this been going on?” Sam faced Perry. The food in his mouth betrayed his speech “Couple months.”

Perry walked towards his car, grabbed his keys out of his pocket and unlocked his way into the car. Before he sat down, he looked into Sam’s bedroom window as Sam looked at him. He shook his head and got into the car. No one may believe me, but she needs his help. He thought.

Life Adventures!! (I lost count after 2)

Hey! How’s everyone been? I really haven’t talked to any of my blogger friends for a while and I feel really bad :c I’m really sorry. I’ve just been so busy with school and work and my new baby.

Okay, so she’s not a real baby. She’s a 4-month-old ferret. Her name’s Bean. Currently, she’s a handful because she wants to play every other second of the day, but other than that, she’s been pretty chill.

I also got a new phone, but the service hasn’t changed, so I have to call and text from my ‘old’ phone. Which is dumb. I spent all of yesterday trying to figure it out, which was really stressful. stressful to the point of me crying before going to work. But, I called tech and they’re trying to figure it out right now.

I want to take the blog in a different direction. I know I’ve said this a lot, but it’s true. I like to write for you guys, but not everyone enjoys reading all the time. So, I might throw in some fashion or DIY or maybe healthcare stuff. Still unsure. I’ll let you know, though! lol oh god im a mess with empty promises

What’s new with you?

-Toodles

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Locked In A Room|| Choose Your Own Story

Hey guys. I'm pretty excited about this project of mine. Enjoy!

 

You wake up in a dimly lit room. Torches on the wall are the only light. “Wow.” YOu mumble. “Who’s there?” Someone is in the room with you. “Um? I’m Dakota Loris. I literally just woke up. Where am I?” You respond. “Well, Dakota. I’m Panther Bore. I woke up about an hour ago. I’m chained to the wall.” As Panther finishes her story, you stand up to find your foot in the same situation as Panther’s arms.

What feels like an hour passes with dead silence in the air. “You two, wake up! Food’s here.” A grumbly voice pushes food for you two through a hole on the bottom of the door. “I can’t eat it when my hands are chained up!” Panther screams. The man comes into the room and hands you two your food. “Fine, whiny bitch.” He says under his breath as he locks the door behind him. “Well, that was uncalled for. You say as you begin to eat. “What even is this?” You say. “Mush? I don’t know. We need to find a way out of here.” Panther’s wrists wriggle out of the chains. She stands up from her bed and uses the mush on your ankle. Slowly, your foot is freed from the metallic prison it was in.

The guard paces outside of your cell. You can see the sunset out of the small window in your cell. “A window! We could escape!” Panther says as she runs to the wall. “There are bars on the window, Panther. Neither of us could get out without the keys. We’d have to go through the door. We could knock the guard out and steal his keys.” You sit on your bunk. “No, I bet you we can both squeeze in between these bars with the mush. We still have some left.”

What do you think you should do? Steal the keys and run for it, or squeeze through the bars?

What will you do?

 

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What I Love and Hate About Myself

Now, the title might scare you a little bit, but I want to improve the things I dislike about myself. I’ll only say the major ones because I don’t need my self-esteem pitfalling.

What I love about ME

  1. My weirdness has always help me get out of awkward situations. On the 2nd, I had to say a speech in front of my speech class. The speech was literally about me being weird, and I was funny enough in my speech that I felt comfortable enough in front of 25 people.
  2. My love of books has NEVER stopped me from doing anything (small lie, I had a hard time learning the 16 “The”s in German class Junior year). I’ve had reading inserted into my brain since I was young.
  3. Throughout the past couple years, I have changed a lot. At the end of year 10, my grandmother died and that affected me so much more than I realized it had. I’m coming back from those changes and with some added features. I think those changes define who I am today.

What I hate about ME

  1. My writing isn’t all that good, I’m gonna be real honest. I know some of you might disagree, but I suck in general. I can’t write essays over the grade of 75%, my research papers always have “More organization.” or “Better transition.” People sugar coat how well my writing it. I know I’m not good, so just critique me! Help me get better!
  2. My anxiety pulls me away in situations where I honestly just can’t come back from. I have a slight speech impediment where I repeat a lot of my sentences. So, I just embarrass myself (RECENT EXAMPLE!! Where I work, we sell HUGE pickles. I asked if someone wanted them quartered. Well, I said it wrong by saying “3 quarters pickled.” *sigh* I’ll never be talk good (that was intentional).
  3. I’M NOT WITTY AND I HATE IT. I never had good comebacks, or just walk past someone and say “cute bag.” My brain isn’t wired to work like that.

 

Now, someone out there might tell me to hang in there, or suck it up, but no. You can’t make me. I will improve what I dislike about myself whether you like it or not, buttercup!

-Toodles

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My Room’s a Mess||Life Adventures

My Room’s a Mess||Life Adventures

Ho boy, have I got a story to tell you.

I don’t I just wanted to ramble. The first week of college went by in a blur. I already have a speech and an essay due next week so there’s that. Speech on Monday (uuugh) and the rough draft of the essay on Tuesday (final on the 5th).

Other than that, NaNoWriMo is coming up and I’m not sure whether I will do it or not due to class work and work. I’m not sure if I can write every day and just thinking about it kind of stresses me out lol.

Oh! I also got inspired by The Lunar Chronicles by Marissa Meyer to write about a girl who lives on Mars and Earth is in shambles…. Yeah, I’ll tell you about it later. soon

Other than all of the things I’ve said, Youtube is okay. I’ve had some issues posting videos, so I’ll try to fix that as soon as I can!!! I still have some slight anxiety when filming videos. I’m deathly afraid of anyone hearing me talk to a camera, so I don’t know how I’ll ever get over that.

Well, I better get going. I hope to blog about actual topics soon~

-Toodles