Month: December 2022

Sie wirft sich in die Arbeit.

Die Liebe wirft uns manchmal in unerwartete Situationen.
(Love sometimes throws us into unexpected situations.)

Ich habe die Münze in den Brunnen geworfen.
(I threw the coin into the fountain.)

Der Sänger warf sich auf die Bühne und begeisterte das Publikum.
(The singer threw himself onto the stage and wowed the audience.)

Wirft der Zug pünktlich ab?
(Will the train leave on time?)

Die Musik warf sie in eine andere Welt.
(The music threw them into another world.)

Sie wirft sich immer in Schale, wenn sie ausgeht.
(She always throws on fancy clothes when she goes out.)

Die Zeit wirft uns immer weiter nach vorne, ohne anzuhalten.
(Time throws us forward without stopping.)

Sie warf ihre Diätpläne aus dem Fenster und schnappte sich eine Schokoladentafel.
(She threw her diet plans out the window and grabbed a chocolate bar.)

Das Schicksal warf ihnen eine unerwartete Karte zu.
(Fate threw them an unexpected card.)

Sie wirft sich in die Arbeit.
(She throws herself into work.)

Die Katze warf den Wollknäul so wild durch die Wohnung, dass man glaubte, es sei ein Tornado.
(The cat threw the yarn ball so wildly through the apartment, you thought it was a tornado.)

Sie warf ihm einen so bösen Blick zu, dass er glaubte, Blitze zu sehen.
(She threw him such a bad look, he thought he saw lightning.)

Die Katze warf den Wollknäuel so hoch, dass sie ihn selbst aus den Augen verlor.
(The cat threw the yarn ball so high, it lost sight of it.)

Sie wirft einen Blick auf die Uhr.
(She throws a glance at the clock.)

Wir werfen den Ball hin und her.
(We throw the ball back and forth.)

Die Sonne warf lange Schatten über die Felder.
(The sun threw long shadows across the fields.)

Sie wirft ihm einen Kuss zu.
(She throws him a kiss.)

Er warf sich so theatralisch auf den Boden, dass man dachte, er sei von einem Opernsänger getroffen worden.
(He threw himself on the ground so dramatically, you thought he was struck by an opera singer.)

Sie haben sich Blumen zugeworfen.
(They threw flowers at each other.)

Die Kinder warfen Schneebälle, aber keiner traf sein Ziel.
(The children threw snowballs, but none of them hit their target.)

Der Fisch warf sich so wild im Netz, dass er fast wieder entkommen wäre.
(The fish tossed itself so wildly in the net, it almost escaped.)

Wirf mir einen Rettungsring zu!
(Throw me a life ring!)

Wir werfen oft eine Münze, um zu entscheiden.
(We often throw a coin to decide.)

Der Koch warf so viel Gemüse in den Topf, dass es aussah wie ein bunter Salat.
(The cook threw so many vegetables into the pot, it looked like a colorful salad.)

Sie wirft sich oft in die Arbeit, um Stress abzubauen.
(She often throws herself into work to relieve stress.)

Der Künstler warf alle Farbdosen um, weil er mit einem leeren Leinwand sprechen wollte.
(The artist threw over all the paint cans because he wanted to speak with a blank canvas.)

Ihre Worte warfen Zweifel in sein Herz.
(Her words threw doubt into his heart.)

Er hat den Brief in den Briefkasten geworfen.
(He threw the letter in the mailbox.)

Werfen Sie bitte kein Papier auf den Boden!
(Please don’t throw paper on the floor!)

Last Updated on February 10, 2024
by DaF Books

The cowboys had won the day.

We had fought hard against the alien scum, and we had beaten them. But the battle wasn’t over yet. There were still a few of them left, and we had to finish them off. I was leading the charge, my trusty six-shooter in my hand. The aliens were running scared, but they were still dangerous.

I spotted one of them hiding behind a rock. I raised my gun and took aim. I fired, and the alien fell to the ground. I kept moving, searching for the others.

I found one hiding in a cave. I crept up to the entrance, my heart pounding. I took aim and fired. The alien screamed and fell back into the cave.

I waited for a moment, but I didn’t hear anything else. I crept inside, my gun raised. The cave was dark and dusty. I could see a figure moving in the distance.

I fired, and the figure fell to the ground. I rushed over to it, my gun still pointing. It was an alien, but it was different from the others. It was taller and more slender, with glowing green eyes.

I raised my gun to fire again, but something stopped me. The alien’s eyes met mine, and I felt a strange sensation. It was like I was being pulled into its eyes, like I was falling into a deep, dark abyss.

I closed my eyes, and I tried to fight the feeling. But it was too strong. I opened my eyes again, and I was no longer in the cave. I was in a dark, empty space.
I looked around, but I couldn’t see anything. I felt a cold fear grip me. I called out, but there was no answer.

I was alone.

Or was I?

I heard a voice in my head. It was the alien’s voice. It was telling me to come to it.

I felt a strange pull towards the voice. I couldn’t resist it. I started walking towards it.

I walked for what felt like hours. The voice never left my head. It kept telling me to come closer.
I finally reached the voice. It was coming from a glowing orb in the middle of the space.

I reached out and touched the orb. The voice stopped. I felt a surge of energy coursing through my body.

I opened my eyes, and I was back in the cave. The alien was gone.
I stood there for a moment, trying to understand what had just happened. Then, I turned and walked out of the cave.

As I walked away, I heard the alien’s voice again. It was whispering to me, telling me to come back.

I ignored the voice and kept walking. I didn’t want to go back to that place. I didn’t want to see that alien again.

I walked until I was far away from the cave. Then, I stopped and looked back. The cave was gone. The desert was gone. I was in a dimly lit room with one window and one door.

Where was I?

I turned and looked around. Shelves were lining the walls. On the shelves were boxes of supplies: paper towels, sponges, toilet paper, detergents, vaccuum cleaner bags.

I looked at the door. It was baracaded. Somebody had stacked boxes in front of it. Did I do that? I do not remember.

There was a loud noise. It sounds like radio static coming from a bullhorn. A voice says, “This is the police. You in the room, come out with your hands up.”

I panic. I rush to the window. I’m on the second floor. In the distance, I see a forest. Below the window are are flowers, bushes, and trees. I see nobody. I jump. I land in the flowerbed and crush some tulips. The ground is soft.

Without hesitation, I sprint to the woodline. I’m in the forest. I look back. I see police officers coming around the building. Their guns are raised. They point to the second floor windows.

I run. Did they see me? I don’t know. Soon, they’ll know I escaped through the window. They’ll see my tracks in the soft eart. They’ll know where I have gone. I run faster.

I see a house. There is a car parked in the driveway. A woman is removing a brown paperbag from the trunk. She closes the trunk. The bag looks heavy. Sh’s holding it with both hands. She walks toward the house.

As soon as she is out of sight, I run over to house. The front door is still open. I slip inside. Before the woman sees me. I rush up to her and grab her. I put my hand over her mouth. I tell her not to scream. She doesn’t scream.

I ask her if she has duct tape or a rope. There is duct tape in a kitchen drawer. The car keys are on top of the counter.

I ask her questions. She tells me that she is alone. Her teenage children will be home in 50 minutes. I ask her if there is a bathroom or a closet I can lock her in. She looks scared. I tell her, “The faster we move, the faster I leave.”

I take her to the guest bathroom. The bathroom has no outside walls. It has no window. The bathroon has a toilet and a sink, but no shower or bathtub. I tape her hands in front of her. I use a lot of tape to cover both of her wrists and her forearms. I take a bathroom hand towel and wipe down the few surfaces that I have touched. I leave her in the bathroom.

The bathroom door opens inward. I find a broom. I hold it accross the door frame and tightly tape the bathroom door handle to it. Even if she turns the handle, she will not be able to open the door. The broom will prevent her from pulling the door inward.

I grab the car keys. I wipe down everything I have touched. I was careful.

Without hesitation, I exit the house and walk straight to the car. I unlock it before I get to it. I open the car door, climb inside, insert the key, and turn on the engine all in one quick motion.

I check the mirror. Nobody is on the street. I pull into the street and calmly drive away. At the end of the street, I turn right toward the main highway. On the main highway, I see a sign for the freeway. Without hurry and without breaking any laws, I drive toward the freeway.

After I get onto the freeway, it is a 20 minutes drive to cross the state line. I don’t want to risk driving in this car for any longer than necessary. After crossing the state line, I look for a large shopping complex that is open 24 hours per day.

I park as close as I can to the main entrance. The busier the parking lot is, the less likely someone will notice the car. I wipe down all the surfaces I have touched. I exit the car and close the door locking it. I walk slowly away and do not look back.

I walk across the street. There is a fast food hamburger restaurant. I don’t recognize the brand, but I know what I am looking for. By the entrance, there is a large trashcan. It is filled with empty paper cups and food waste. Keeping my head down, I walk up to the trashcan. I wipe the car keys with the hand towel to remove my fingerprints. I wrap the keys in the towel and toss them both into the trashcan. I turn away from the entrance and walk away.

As I walk, I think. I have questions.

What happened?

Where are the aliens?

Why are the police chasing me?

The only thing I know is that I am now a car thief and maybe a kidnapper. I’m a criminal and I need help.

As I walk down the street, I feel a weight on me. The weight is not psychological. The weight is physical. With a smile, I realize, I still have the handgun tucked away in my jacket pocket.

Are the police right behind me? What am I willing to do to escape?

To be continued…

Last Updated on December 28, 2023
by DaF Books

The Vampire Cowboy

I’m a cowboy. I ride my horse, I rope cattle, and I shoot guns. I’m also a vampire, and I drink blood.

I live in Cowboyville, a small town in the middle of nowhere. There are only a few people here, and we all know each other. We’re a close-knit community, and we always look out for each other.

One day, we were out riding our horses when we stumbled upon an old cave. We decided to explore it, and we found a treasure chest filled with gold and jewels. We were all overjoyed at our discovery, and we quickly divided up the treasure among ourselves.

We all returned to Cowboyville with our newfound wealth, and we lived happily ever after. Well, at least until the vampires came.

One night, I was asleep in my bed when I heard a noise outside. I went to the window and saw a group of vampires standing in my yard. They were all dressed in black, and they had long, pointed fangs.

I was terrified. I knew that vampires were dangerous creatures, and I didn’t want them anywhere near me. I ran to the door and slammed it shut, but the vampires were already breaking it down.

I grabbed my rifle and ran out the back door. I ran as fast as I could, but the vampires were right behind me. I could hear them getting closer, and I knew that I was running out of time.

I came to a cliff and I had nowhere else to go. I was about to jump off the edge when I saw a horse standing there. It was a beautiful white horse, and it had a saddle on it.

I climbed onto the horse and kicked it in the sides. The horse galloped away from the vampires, and I knew that I was safe.

I rode the horse all night, and I didn’t stop until I was out of sight of Cowboyville. I then dismounted and wandered into the desert. I had no idea where I was going, but I knew that I had to get away from the vampires.

I walked for days without food or water. I was exhausted and dehydrated, and I was starting to lose hope.

Then, one day, I came to a small town. I asked the people there if they knew of any place where I could rest, and they pointed me to a nearby hotel.

I checked into the hotel and took a hot bath. I felt much better after that, and I was able to eat and drink something.

The next day, I walked around town and asked people if they knew of any jobs. I was eventually hired by a rancher to work on his cattle ranch.

I worked on the ranch for several years, and I learned a lot about cattle herding. I also made some good friends.

But I never forgot about the vampires. I knew that they were still out there, and I was always on guard against them.

One day, I was riding my horse when I saw the vampires again. They were riding horses of their own, and they were coming right for me.

I knew that I had to fight them. I drew my rifle and charged at them.

The vampires attacked me, and we fought for a long time. I managed to kill several of them, but they were too much for me.

I was finally knocked unconscious, and the vampires took me back to their lair.

They chained me up in a dark room, and they left me there to starve.

I was in pain and misery, and I thought that I would never see the light of day again.

But then, one day, I heard a noise outside. I looked out the window and saw a group of cowboys riding towards the lair.

They were my friends from Cowboyville, and they had come to rescue me.

The cowboys opened the door to the lair and they attacked the vampires. The vampires fought back, but they were no match for the cowboys.

The cowboys killed all of the vampires, and they freed me from my chains.

I was so grateful to my friends for rescuing me. I would have never survived without them.

We rode back to Cowboyville together, and we were all happy to be home again.

We lived happily ever after, and we never had to worry about the vampires again.

Or did we?


Last Updated on December 28, 2023
by DaF Books

As A Young Woman

As a young woman, my body was ravaged by an illness that baffled even the most brilliant doctors. I was adrift in a sea of pain and uncertainty, my life slowly slipping away.

One day, I wandered into the depths of a forgotten forest, seeking solace from the relentless cruelty of my illness. The forest was a labyrinth of gnarled trees and tangled undergrowth, draped in a blanket of pristine snow.

As I delved deeper into the forest, I stumbled upon a hidden grotto, its walls encrusted with shimmering ice crystals. Within the grotto, a group of ethereal beings emerged from the swirling snow.

They were the Snowflake Guardians, the protectors of the delicate balance between winter and life. They told me that my illness was caused by an imbalance in the natural world, a disruption of the delicate relationship between winter and the cycle of life.

They offered to heal me, but only if I agreed to become their apprentice, learning the secrets of the snowflakes and the intricate dance between winter and life.

I agreed, desperate for any hope of salvation. The Snowflake Guardians took me under their wing, teaching me their ancient knowledge and guiding me through the mysteries of the winter world.

I learned to harness the power of snowflakes, to channel their delicate beauty and harness their transformative energy. My illness gradually subsided, replaced by a newfound strength and vitality.

But as I grew stronger, I also grew more aware of the Snowflake Guardians’ growing power. They were becoming more possessive, their desire to control the balance between winter and life morphing into an insatiable hunger.

I began to question their motives, their claims of benevolence. I wondered if they were truly the benevolent protectors they claimed to be.

One day, I confronted them, demanding to know the truth about their intentions. Their response was chilling. They revealed that they sought to extend their reign over winter, to freeze the world in an eternal embrace.

I was horrified by their revelation. I realized that I had made a terrible mistake, aligning myself with a force that threatened the very existence of life itself.

I knew I had to escape, to warn the world of the Snowflake Guardians’ insidious plan. But as I made my way back to the forest’s edge, I found myself surrounded by a blizzard of unprecedented ferocity.

The Snowflake Guardians had unleashed their full power, determined to prevent me from exposing their plans. I was trapped, caught in the heart of winter’s wrath.

I fought against the relentless blizzard, my strength waning with every passing moment. I knew that if I didn’t escape soon, I would be lost forever.

But just as despair began to consume me, I remembered the lessons the Snowflake Guardians had taught me. I focused on the delicate beauty of the snowflakes, their intricate patterns and ephemeral existence.

I channeled their power, their ability to transform and reshape the world. I used my newfound strength to create a path through the blizzard, a beacon of hope amidst the swirling snow.

As I emerged from the blizzard, I was free of the Snowflake Guardians’ clutches. I had escaped their eternal embrace, but at a terrible cost.

I had lost my connection to the world of winter, to the beauty and power of snowflakes. I was forever marked by my encounter with the Snowflake Guardians, forever bound to the delicate balance between winter and life.

I wandered into the world, a solitary figure on the fringes of existence. I carried the weight of my experience, forever haunted by the possibility that the Snowflake Guardians’ influence might spread, their eternal embrace engulfing the world.

Last Updated on December 28, 2023
by DaF Books

Der stille Befall

Der Cowboy sitzt in seiner Hütte und starrt ins Feuer. Er denkt über das zurück, was passiert ist.

Die Aliens sind nicht besiegt. Sie sind unter uns. Sie sind in uns.

Der Cowboy weiß, dass er etwas tun muss. Er muss die Menschen warnen. Er muss ihnen die Wahrheit sagen.

Aber wie soll er das tun? Er kann nicht einfach zu ihnen gehen und ihnen sagen, dass sie von Aliens kontrolliert werden. Sie würden ihm nicht glauben. Sie würden ihn für verrückt halten.

Der Cowboy muss einen Plan schmieden. Er muss einen Weg finden, die Menschen zu warnen, ohne ihnen zu schaden.

Er denkt und denkt, aber er kann keinen Plan finden. Er ist verzweifelt.

Plötzlich hört er ein Geräusch. Er dreht sich um und sieht einen Alien vor sich stehen.

Der Alien lächelt. “Du hast deine Aufgabe erfüllt”, sagt er. “Die Invasion ist abgeschlossen. Wir haben die Welt übernommen.”

Der Cowboy ist geschockt. “Was wirst du jetzt mit uns machen?”, fragt er.

Der Alien lacht. “Wir werden euch benutzen, um die Welt zu regieren”, sagt er. “Ihr werdet unsere Handlanger sein.”

Der Cowboy weiß, dass er keine Chance hat. Er ist gefangen.

Der Alien holt einen Metallstab hervor und hält ihn dem Cowboy vor die Brust. “Du hast eine Wahl”, sagt er. “Du kannst entweder mit uns zusammenarbeiten oder du stirbst.”

Der Cowboy sieht den Metallstab und weiß, dass er keine andere Wahl hat. Er nickt. “Ich werde mit euch zusammenarbeiten”, sagt er.

Der Alien lächelt. “Gut”, sagt er. “Dann bist du einer von uns.”

Der Alien berührt den Cowboy mit dem Metallstab. Der Cowboy spürt einen elektrischen Schlag durch seinen Körper gehen.

Dann ist alles schwarz.

Was passiert jetzt?

Der Cowboy wacht in einem dunklen Raum auf. Er ist gefesselt und geknebelt.

Er hört Stimmen. Er erkennt die Stimmen der anderen Cowboys. Sie sind auch gefesselt und geknebelt.

“Was ist passiert?”, fragt einer der Cowboys.

“Ich weiß nicht”, sagt der andere Cowboy. “Ich kann mich an nichts erinnern.”

Der Cowboy hört, wie sich die Tür des Raumes öffnet. Ein Alien tritt ein.

“Guten Morgen”, sagt das Alien. “Ich hoffe, ihr habt gut geschlafen.”

Die Cowboys schweigen.

“Ich habe euch eine Aufgabe”, sagt das Alien. “Ihr werdet die Welt regieren.”

Die Cowboys sind schockiert.

“Wir können das nicht”, sagt einer der Cowboys. “Wir sind Cowboys, keine Politiker.”

“Das spielt keine Rolle”, sagt das Alien. “Ihr seid jetzt Aliens. Und Aliens sind dazu bestimmt, die Welt zu regieren.”

Das Alien löst die Fesseln der Cowboys.

“Ihr habt 24 Stunden Zeit, euch zu überlegen, ob ihr mit uns zusammenarbeiten wollt”, sagt das Alien. “Wenn ihr nicht zustimmt, werdet ihr sterben.”

Das Alien verlässt den Raum.

Die Cowboys sind allein. Sie müssen sich entscheiden, ob sie mit den Aliens zusammenarbeiten wollen oder ob sie sterben wollen.

Was werden sie tun?

Last Updated on December 29, 2023
by DaF Books