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Dreamgirl!

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Check out https://gilbertzennerbooks.com/product/she-just-stood-there/ and buy this story for cheap! Cheers! She just stood there. It was a nice afternoon, the sun was out, the scenery looked lush with flowers and gardens around. The air was mild. It was poetic. Then her. Just standing there. A bit away, a bit looking at her. She looked like a painting, or like a figure inside a painting. In such a lovely landscape. Just gorgeous. It was to melt on it. Did she look at her? Yes, half-way. For what reason, not able to say. There were no words in that moment. Sybille had just seen the woman she had always dreamed of. For the first time now. She had never seen her before, never even known she existed. And now, she just stood there, quite a bit away. But looking at her. Sybille stood there, like in a fog.

Fool!

Short Story / Science Fiction

Buy it here: https://gilbertzennerbooks.com/product/alien-life/ Adam had to analyse the artefact. He had instructions: plug it into his smartphone and then work with his software. The artefact looked like pieces of rock screwed together. So what was it exactly? Was is valuable? His artefact contained crystals like we use them to time our CPUs. And it contained circuits. Potentially a computer. Pieces of rock screwed together. It had to be analysed. Strange was that the circuits looked different from those we make in our factories. Adam analysed which language was being used. His software said it didn’t recognize any of our programming or script languages in the scribbled code. Was the code broken? That was a clear indication that the artefact was worthless. Adam was disappointed. His job had come to an end it seemed. ...his sensors showed the crystals were ticking inside.

Right to live

Poem / Poetry

Check out my shop: www.gilbertzennerbooks.com/shop Right to live Right to live, need to sell, need for income. We all need income, life on earth depends on income, independency comes from income. What do we want? Independency from work? Well, we should. Do you see it? I have the right to live, I need income for that, I need to have the money to pay. So I depend on money, that is sad, not what I chose, I say I should be free. Of must, of obligation, of any chain. Why not live freely, by nature? That would be better! It is a shame, of the modern world, that still I am bound to be a slave, to work, and work and never breathe. It is only through my art and through my books, that I could open the gates to heaven, the freedom to live from an income, paid by fans who love my books. What is greater? Pay for generic work, or pay for loved books? It’s loved books, for sure, your love feeds me money, thanks. You grant me life, you let me live and breate and thrive. This path I had to carve by myself, for me, yes it wasn’t provided for me at all by you the world, that sucks Why am I forced to be a slave? That’s shit!

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Dreamgirl!

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Fool!

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Right to live

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