Dagmar Goeschick
Stories (50/0)
The new jacket
My father went for a bike ride without informing his wife. The ride was enjoyable until an unforeseen disaster occurred. The gate he needed to pass through was closed, so pressing the brakes hard was ineffective. My father slammed into the locking bar at full speed, flew over it, landed hard on the gravel ground, slit over it and his jacket was in tatters. He left without telling my mother about it. You should have seen her expression when she discovered the jacket later that day.
By Dagmar Goeschick12 months ago in Fiction
Accidents Happen!
It was the first day of our autumn vacation in Germany. The twenty-eighth of september 1970. A Monday. The sun was shining, there wasn't a single cloud to be seen in the sky and the air smelled of freshly fallen leaves. The trees shone in their autumnal colors: brown, golden, red, green. A sea of colors as one could only wish for a golden autumn day. My father had taken an extra day off to take us, my sister and me, to the city forest and let the kite fly there. My mother wasn't exactly thrilled about it, but when she saw how happy we were, she just said that she wished us a nice day.
By Dagmar Goeschickabout a year ago in Lifehack
Lost
Everthing starts with a Dream. My dream was to visit Mexico and visit all the historical sites, like Chichén Itzá, Tulum, Historic center of Mexico-City, Palenque, Acapulco and the cliff jumper, Teotihuacan and of course Chapultepec Castle. Sometimes a dream stays a dream and sometimes dreams come true.
By Dagmar Goeschickabout a year ago in Fiction
Head UP!
The mirror showed a reflection that wasn't my own. My Face was full of blood and my head looked strange to me. It was a little bit crumbled and not in the center of my neck. My eyes were huge and somehow they looked like they were dead. No life could be seen in them, but I was still standing here, right in front of the mirror and looking at myself. So, what is going on right now?
By Dagmar Goeschickabout a year ago in Horror
Francis
Every night at midnight, the purple clouds came out to dance with the blushing sky. Francis loved to see them, dancing and making funny smiles. She sat on her chair at the window every night, waiting for them. In her hands was a brand-new camera. She took a lot of photos every night, but only one would make it into her collection. The other ones she stored in a one TB USB stick. Her collection was quite big for a 12-year-old girl and very professional. Most girls her age were collecting boyfriends, but she sat quietly every night in her chair, waiting for the perfect cloud.
By Dagmar Goeschickabout a year ago in Motivation
"if walls could talk"
"If walls could talk", all secrets would be known and granny would not survive the day, her life would have changed. It was a rainy and windy day on April 4th, 1941. Granny was living with her brothers and sisters and her parents in a small basement apartment in London / Soho . Their beautiful house in Broomfield was destroyed during a bomb attack 6 months ago. She remembered that day as if it was yesterday.
By Dagmar Goeschickabout a year ago in Fiction