Joa, hallo!
Also, ich hab neulich mal in den Tiefen meiner Festplatte rumgekramt und eine alte Hausaufgabe aus der 10. Klasse wiedergefunden. Naja, also damals hab ich sie weder vorgelesen noch sonst irgendwie irgendwem gezeigt, deswegen wollte ich euch mal fragen, wie ihr so von dieser Story denkt. Ich hab sie mir seit langem mal wieder durchgelesen und.. ja. Der erste Teil ist aus einer Zeitschrift übernommen, und unsere Hausaufgabe war, dieser Geschichte ein Ende zu geben, und wie man unschwer erkennen kann, ist dies keine Hausaufgabe aus dem Deutsch-, sondern aus dem Englischunterricht. Öh, joa, genug gelabert, da:
The Headless Boogie
Vorgeschichte
(adapted from sugar, june, 1999)
That Friday evening started pretty much as any other. I was on my way to see a band with my friends, Jennie and Kinsey. It was the first time I’d been allowed to go and see them play and I was really excited. It was only a short walk from my home in Sussex to the concert, but when we were halfway there, I noticed a woman limping down the street towards us. She was about 40 with long hair and was wearing black leggings and a blue blouse. But the most noticeable thing was the fact that her face was full of pain. “Excuse me, I’ve hurt my foot,” she said. “Could you help me back to my flat?” She looked upset and I felt as if I should do something to help her, so I put my arm around her and the three of us slowly helped her towards the nearby flats. The woman told us her name was Maxine and that she lived on the first floor with her 11-year-old son. When we got to her front door, she asked us in for a cup of tea, but as we were already very late, we refused politely. “Wait a second. I want to give you something to thank you for your help” Maxine said, before disappearing inside.
Moments later, she came out of the flat with something in her hand. It took me several seconds to realize what it was. I couldn’t believe my eyes. She had a gun and was waving it about wildly in my direction! I froze with fear. Before I could even think of what to do next, Maxine grabbed my arm and started pushing me into her flat. I could see the terror on my friends’ faces, but even though I was frightened to death, I was able to shout, “Run! Get help!” By now I was shaking and crying hysterically. Maxine pointed the gun at me and turned off all the lights and closed the curtains, so that the only light in the room was that of the TV. “Why are you doing this to me?” I cried. “I haven’t done anything wrong!” “Neither has my son” she said. “But he’s still been taken away from me.” She made me sit on the sofa and came and sat beside me. Together, we stared at some silly quiz show. My eyes kept wandering to the clock on the wall and I felt rising fear with every minute that was over. Surely someone would come to help. Then I noticed a photo of a boy on the wall. Nervously I asked Maxine if he was her son. She nodded. “The police took him away because they said I wasn’t a good mother” she said.
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The Ending
(written by Mizzery / miz)
Suddenly I was fearless. “What the fuck?! The police took your son, therefore you want me? Me? Only because you don’t want to be alone any longer? Crazy stupid b...” I looked in her weird eyes and when I saw this strange smile on her face, I was scared as hell! She cried: “Look bitch, I’m not crazy, I’ve just lost my son, and if I don’t get him back, I want another child who is my son or my daughter! .. And I think… Now, you are my child. What’s your name?” “You’re crazy I cannot be your daughter, please, let me go home.” I said, crying. But instead of doing this, she aimed her pistol at me and said coldly: “If you don’t do what I want, you must die! Call me a psychopath, a freak, but one of us will die tonight!” Scared to death I thought about what to do next and how much time my friends would need to bring along the police. My knees were trembling when she said: “Do you have a last wish? Possibly to be my daughter?” “Never! I never wanna be your daughter! NEVER!” I cried. The phone rang. While she was looking at the phone, I hid quickly behind the couch. When she came around, I kicked into her face, so that she lost her weapon. I quickly ran out the room. She followed me, but I was faster. I ran out the flat and out of the house, but then she caught me up. I ran and hid, she was directly behind me. While running I noticed that there was a graveyard nearby – but I didn’t want to run there, because I was scared. Next to the graveyard there was a gym hall, which I entered. I was in the entry and thought that it couldn’t be, meanwhile it was midnight, but I heard some mystical music from the main hall!
I didn’t have enough time to think, to understand, because the woman came running to the house with her crazy smile. I ran to the main hall, hopeful, and thought that somebody could perhaps help me. But when I entered the big room, I froze with fear. I couldn’t believe what was going on, I couldn’t believe my eyes! There was a whole new world of stiffs, bodies, heads, blood and zombies. There were dead bodies dancing, a disc-jockey with maggots on his face spinning and headless zombies juggling. They all stood straight, were swinging and dancing, they didn’t have heads anymore, but their feet still glided. The woman came to me with a shovel, but when I saw this woman – hours before she was still totally normal – I thought that I had became crazy! Her head wasn’t on her body, it was cut off and she held this head under her arm. I saw her dead lips moving and I, totally frozen, heard them saying: “Bitch, do you know what’s going on tonight? It’s Halloween! And every wicked Halloween, one of us paints and disguises him- or herself and goes out to bring along a new ,member’, a dead body who dances with us. But you’re not dead, not headless, so we will cut off your head, you shall dance with us, you will do the Headless Boogie!” “No! Please, get off me! I don’t want to die! It’s terrible here, I’ve never seen so much fucking blood before! Please, I don’t want to stay here, let me go home, I do not want to become a headless, dancing zombie!” I cried hysterically. “Girly girly bitch, you will see, it’s nice here… Cut off her head!”. Two dozen dead bodies came to me, I wanted to run away, but I couldn’t, the fear took all my strength!
They circled me, one zombie broke my legs, so that I could not run away. I felt a terrible pain. Another zombie went to me and punched me in my face while the horrible voice cried: “Bitch, first, we want to have a little bit fun! Hahahahahaha… Horrible Horrifying, BITCH!”. One zombie even wanted to have sex with me, but his genitals fell off and a disgusting liquid squirted out of his wound, for what I thanked god. They punched and kicked me further, until ,The Great Joker’ – the disc-jockey – cut off my head and slit my wrist. Since this day I dance and juggle with heads every day. During the day, we all float under the ground, and during the night we juggle, dance and murder all the time. I am damned, so that I cannot live and cannot die, I am a terrible, wicked, rotten clown. Forever. Now I’m floating with the others under the ground in the drains, am waiting for the night and am thinking of the old times…
geschrieben Anfang 10. Klasse
Also, ich hab neulich mal in den Tiefen meiner Festplatte rumgekramt und eine alte Hausaufgabe aus der 10. Klasse wiedergefunden. Naja, also damals hab ich sie weder vorgelesen noch sonst irgendwie irgendwem gezeigt, deswegen wollte ich euch mal fragen, wie ihr so von dieser Story denkt. Ich hab sie mir seit langem mal wieder durchgelesen und.. ja. Der erste Teil ist aus einer Zeitschrift übernommen, und unsere Hausaufgabe war, dieser Geschichte ein Ende zu geben, und wie man unschwer erkennen kann, ist dies keine Hausaufgabe aus dem Deutsch-, sondern aus dem Englischunterricht. Öh, joa, genug gelabert, da:
The Headless Boogie
Vorgeschichte
(adapted from sugar, june, 1999)
That Friday evening started pretty much as any other. I was on my way to see a band with my friends, Jennie and Kinsey. It was the first time I’d been allowed to go and see them play and I was really excited. It was only a short walk from my home in Sussex to the concert, but when we were halfway there, I noticed a woman limping down the street towards us. She was about 40 with long hair and was wearing black leggings and a blue blouse. But the most noticeable thing was the fact that her face was full of pain. “Excuse me, I’ve hurt my foot,” she said. “Could you help me back to my flat?” She looked upset and I felt as if I should do something to help her, so I put my arm around her and the three of us slowly helped her towards the nearby flats. The woman told us her name was Maxine and that she lived on the first floor with her 11-year-old son. When we got to her front door, she asked us in for a cup of tea, but as we were already very late, we refused politely. “Wait a second. I want to give you something to thank you for your help” Maxine said, before disappearing inside.
Moments later, she came out of the flat with something in her hand. It took me several seconds to realize what it was. I couldn’t believe my eyes. She had a gun and was waving it about wildly in my direction! I froze with fear. Before I could even think of what to do next, Maxine grabbed my arm and started pushing me into her flat. I could see the terror on my friends’ faces, but even though I was frightened to death, I was able to shout, “Run! Get help!” By now I was shaking and crying hysterically. Maxine pointed the gun at me and turned off all the lights and closed the curtains, so that the only light in the room was that of the TV. “Why are you doing this to me?” I cried. “I haven’t done anything wrong!” “Neither has my son” she said. “But he’s still been taken away from me.” She made me sit on the sofa and came and sat beside me. Together, we stared at some silly quiz show. My eyes kept wandering to the clock on the wall and I felt rising fear with every minute that was over. Surely someone would come to help. Then I noticed a photo of a boy on the wall. Nervously I asked Maxine if he was her son. She nodded. “The police took him away because they said I wasn’t a good mother” she said.
--
The Ending
(written by Mizzery / miz)
Suddenly I was fearless. “What the fuck?! The police took your son, therefore you want me? Me? Only because you don’t want to be alone any longer? Crazy stupid b...” I looked in her weird eyes and when I saw this strange smile on her face, I was scared as hell! She cried: “Look bitch, I’m not crazy, I’ve just lost my son, and if I don’t get him back, I want another child who is my son or my daughter! .. And I think… Now, you are my child. What’s your name?” “You’re crazy I cannot be your daughter, please, let me go home.” I said, crying. But instead of doing this, she aimed her pistol at me and said coldly: “If you don’t do what I want, you must die! Call me a psychopath, a freak, but one of us will die tonight!” Scared to death I thought about what to do next and how much time my friends would need to bring along the police. My knees were trembling when she said: “Do you have a last wish? Possibly to be my daughter?” “Never! I never wanna be your daughter! NEVER!” I cried. The phone rang. While she was looking at the phone, I hid quickly behind the couch. When she came around, I kicked into her face, so that she lost her weapon. I quickly ran out the room. She followed me, but I was faster. I ran out the flat and out of the house, but then she caught me up. I ran and hid, she was directly behind me. While running I noticed that there was a graveyard nearby – but I didn’t want to run there, because I was scared. Next to the graveyard there was a gym hall, which I entered. I was in the entry and thought that it couldn’t be, meanwhile it was midnight, but I heard some mystical music from the main hall!
I didn’t have enough time to think, to understand, because the woman came running to the house with her crazy smile. I ran to the main hall, hopeful, and thought that somebody could perhaps help me. But when I entered the big room, I froze with fear. I couldn’t believe what was going on, I couldn’t believe my eyes! There was a whole new world of stiffs, bodies, heads, blood and zombies. There were dead bodies dancing, a disc-jockey with maggots on his face spinning and headless zombies juggling. They all stood straight, were swinging and dancing, they didn’t have heads anymore, but their feet still glided. The woman came to me with a shovel, but when I saw this woman – hours before she was still totally normal – I thought that I had became crazy! Her head wasn’t on her body, it was cut off and she held this head under her arm. I saw her dead lips moving and I, totally frozen, heard them saying: “Bitch, do you know what’s going on tonight? It’s Halloween! And every wicked Halloween, one of us paints and disguises him- or herself and goes out to bring along a new ,member’, a dead body who dances with us. But you’re not dead, not headless, so we will cut off your head, you shall dance with us, you will do the Headless Boogie!” “No! Please, get off me! I don’t want to die! It’s terrible here, I’ve never seen so much fucking blood before! Please, I don’t want to stay here, let me go home, I do not want to become a headless, dancing zombie!” I cried hysterically. “Girly girly bitch, you will see, it’s nice here… Cut off her head!”. Two dozen dead bodies came to me, I wanted to run away, but I couldn’t, the fear took all my strength!
They circled me, one zombie broke my legs, so that I could not run away. I felt a terrible pain. Another zombie went to me and punched me in my face while the horrible voice cried: “Bitch, first, we want to have a little bit fun! Hahahahahaha… Horrible Horrifying, BITCH!”. One zombie even wanted to have sex with me, but his genitals fell off and a disgusting liquid squirted out of his wound, for what I thanked god. They punched and kicked me further, until ,The Great Joker’ – the disc-jockey – cut off my head and slit my wrist. Since this day I dance and juggle with heads every day. During the day, we all float under the ground, and during the night we juggle, dance and murder all the time. I am damned, so that I cannot live and cannot die, I am a terrible, wicked, rotten clown. Forever. Now I’m floating with the others under the ground in the drains, am waiting for the night and am thinking of the old times…
geschrieben Anfang 10. Klasse
I wanna die, so I can see the other side
I wanna die, so I can fly
I wanna die, take me to the other side
I wanna die, so I can fly
Mah Jeh Mah
Tales From The Lotus Pod
Dark Lotus
I wanna die, so I can fly
I wanna die, take me to the other side
I wanna die, so I can fly
Mah Jeh Mah
Tales From The Lotus Pod
Dark Lotus