Dagmar Goeschick
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Memories
The river flowed backwards on the day the Queen vanished. That's what the tales say, and it's difficult to disagree when you've seen something as bizarre as I did that fateful afternoon. I was standing by her side as usual, and I had no idea what was going to happen.
By Dagmar Goeschickabout a year ago in Fiction
The Scientist
You know, I don't blame them for going after him. Honestly, it was going to happen. His fate was sealed from the time he began strolling down that street. It was 1966, and Cologne was far from a sleepy small town. There's always something going on in the shadows that we don't talk about. But I'll tell you why: because I remember it so well. And I was there. Okay, sort of.
By Dagmar Goeschickabout a year ago in Criminal
LOL
I can still feel the wind on my face from riding with my father on an old motorcycle through the heart of the Alps. It was the 1970s, and we were heading to Austria with no hurry, just the two of us cruising across these limitless landscapes as if we had the entire world to ourselves. Oh, what a scene on Grossglockner Road that day! Cars overheated to the left and right sites of the road, motorcycles racing by, and buses...so many busses jammed with tourists. I remember one in particular: a Swedish bus, loud, and bustling with Swedish tourists. One family stuck out of that whole pack of tourists: a full family of six, maybe eight, with the baby tied on the grandfather's back. He seemed so proud, carrying that small object as they crossed the road at the top of the pass.
By Dagmar Goeschickabout a year ago in Poets
Overboard
The sun dropped low on the horizon, sending a warm, golden glow across the huge ocean. The Seraphine, a sleek and graceful boat, moved through the water with the grace of a dancer, leaving a path of white foam in its wake. Even though the evening was beautiful, the atmosphere on deck was tight. The wind delivered the aroma of salt and the distant cry of seagulls, but neither could detract from the smoldering strife among the passengers.
By Dagmar Goeschickabout a year ago in Criminal
Miss Betty
Miss Betty had always been an ordinary girl, or so she thought. She lived in a small, unremarkable town, where the days passed in a predictable rhythm of school, homework, and occasional weekend outings. Nothing in her life ever hinted at the extraordinary. But all of that changed on a quiet Tuesday afternoon, when Miss Betty discovered that she had supernatural powers—powers that emanated from the very core of her being, her brain.
By Dagmar Goeschickabout a year ago in Fiction
The Wolf
Betty, a young woman, went for a walk through the tall forests at dawn. She loved the smell of the dense woods and absorbed the cool shade and peaceful sounds. Oaks and maple trees stood tall, the branches nodded gently as she passed along. Clouds loomed darkly above the canopy, a storm was on the way.
By Dagmar Goeschickabout a year ago in Fiction
Redtriever
The little dog named Leo by our daughter unexpectedly entered our life like an oncoming snowfall on a highway. My daughter fell in love with him when he was listed for sale on an internet site, and before we could say no, she had already purchased him. For us, her parents there was no turning around. He has several characteristics with our daughter, like being born in August, having red fur, and having curls on his back.
By Dagmar Goeschick2 years ago in Fiction
