Politisches Dynamit // Schwerdtinnek Short Stories

Politisches Dynamit // Schwerdtinnek Short Stories

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"Ihr beiden zusammen?! Das wäre wie politisches Dynamit in den Händen unserer Gegner" - Eine kleine Collection von Schwerdtinnek Oneshots/ Shortstories, die immer dann weitergeführt wird, wenn mein Leben und meine Inspiration es gerade zulassen. Ich hab mir eigentlich geschworen das hier nicht zu tun, aber mein Herz war schon immer stärker als mein Wille xD Mit der Rechtfertigung dass Ines und Heidi sich ganz bestimmt nicht auf Wattpad rumtreiben und das hier lesen, kann ich es mir wenigstens etwas schönreden pahahaha. - Kleiner Disclaimer: Ich habe das letzte Mal mit 16 oder so Fanfic geschrieben, daher sorry, wenn ich etwas eingerostet bin, hahaha. Werde bestimmt auch ab und an mal KI zur Unterstützung nutzen, nur dass ihr darüber auch Bescheid wisst.
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She was the type to stare herself in the mirror and see someone else stare back. Someone who was free and light, being able to spread her wings like an unbound angel. She was neither chained to Heaven nor Hell. Howbeit, no matter how far she reached into the mirror, she could never step through as her ball-and-chain presented itself in the form of a crown. She was a princess with two faces, desperately trying to have a sense of freedom outside of her royal obligations. She found it in the form of a weakness: a passion with another human being. Her love for him and ballet had kept her chin high; her crown not slipping from her pastel hair. So why, why did it suddenly become so hard when a gothic gymnastic back-flipped into her life? Why were her heartstrings being tugged on by someone of her same gender? Why was it suddenly so difficult, so strenuous to keep living in her pastel world when this mysterious girl brought such bright colours with her? TRIGGER WARNING: Mentions of sex, suicide and other mature themes will be contained within this book. Read at your own discretion.

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