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Jaxida Radtour

Er fährt 'nen 80-Tonner Diesel und ist die meiste Zeit auf Tour ;)

Reise
Deutsch
4088 Wörter
Keine Altersempfehlung
825
3

[...] Im ersten Gang schoben sich der 40-Tonner und der 80-Tonner gegen den Sturm im Tiefflug durch die [mehr]

Stichwörter: Fahradtour, Humor, Witz, Spaß, Reise, Deutschland

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Jack Ivey At the Bus Station

Belletristik
Englisch
401 Wörter
Ab 12 Jahren
331
5

You can only tell people so many times before you just have to show them.

Stichwörter: Bus, Station, Karate, City, Diesel, Knife, Flash Fiction

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Ben Agar The Angaran Chronicles: A False Legacy

Fantasy
Englisch
8424 Wörter
Ab 12 Jahren
269
0

The Hunter, Arken is hired by an aristocrat to investigate into a town under his rule. A town [mehr]

Stichwörter: diesel, punk, action, fight, Lovecraftian, mystery, mind-control, small town, Hunter, infiltration

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BAD Agar The Angaran Chronicles: The Ritual

Fantasy
Englisch
13509 Wörter
Ab 14 Jahren
202
0

Much to Alathis' relief, he found the training room empty. He'd thought so; it was six in the evening, so most neophytes were busy with study.Alathis ignored the training dummies lining the left wall and the wooden weapons on the right while attempting to avert his attention from the large mirror in the north. Weapons of every type hung there, from daggers to double-headed two-handed axes. In the first few years, every neophyte was encouraged to practise with all weapons. First, to learn how to wield, so if they fought an enemy who used one, they knew how to fight it. Second to choose which one to specialise. Alathis had fallen in love with the long sword almost straight away. It wasn't too heavy or too short. It could stab and slice. Its hilt and cross-guard could be used as weapons if needs must and wielded with one or two hands. In short, it was adaptable, practical. But above all else, there was certain artistry, freedom to the long sword. It could be wielded like a curved cutting blade or even a specialist stabbing blade such as a rapier.Faster than even his eye could follow, Alathis drew his sword and was in a ready stance. Then he launched into it. His every technique, his every step, every cut, stab and parry were perfect. He'd perform a, a downward vertical strike or any other, then the appropriate dodge, block or dart. Then counter. It was called shadow swordplay. He did it by instinct, with no rhyme or reason. It emptied his mind, forced the fear anyway — the anxiety.They'd been taught meditation from a young age. It'd never worked for Alathis: Sitting and humming couldn't calm his forever busy mind. But swinging a sword or punching and kicking the air, did. Alathis wasn't as naive as most of the other acolytes; he knew Hunters were, for all intents and purposes, assassins. And he knew he had to be a damn good one to live even a year of his apprenticeship. That's if he managed to survive the Ritual somehow.He was so lost in his training he failed to notice the vampire enter the room.'Neophyte Alathis.'Alathis leapt so high he almost hit the ceiling and turned to find Kolmath approaching. The once-elf vampire's face was unreadable, her hands behind her back. She was tall for an elf: around 1.77 metres. Like all her kin, she was long-limbed, graceful. She wore plain white robes like all other teachers. Her skin just as inhumanly stark as her robes. She stared at him with large, dark green eyes and her long grey hair pulled back into a bun. She was beautiful, even for an elf she. It almost made him forget his ingrained instinct at recognising the wrongness vampires exuded.'Teacher,' said Alathis.Kolmath waved dismissal at Alathis' formality and approached the wall of weapons.'Karetil came to me,' she said. 'He's concerned about you.''He is?''Indeed,' she said and reached to touch a broad sword. 'You underestimate him, I think. He may act childish, but he has every bit the same training at reading people like you.'Alathis didn't reply, he just cut the air, first horizontally, then upward diagonally.'You know, when you first came to the coven, I was not sure what to make of you,' said Kolmath, while running her long, slender fingers along the haft of a great axe. 'You were so sullen, sulky you more so than the other survivors of the attack. I understood why, after talking with Telric.'Alathis treated her with his most murderous glare. 'I don't want to talk about that, teacher.'Kolmath turned to him. 'You will have to, Alathis. One day. What you went through, what you had to do, is something even the hardiest of us would find hard to cope with. It might be a good idea to speak of it before going through the Ritual.'Alathis couldn't help flinching at her mention of The Ritual.'Ah. So you are afraid,' said Kolmath as she took a small axe and tested its weight. 'Do not be ashamed; it is only natural.'She swung it a few times, but the swings were so fast Alathis couldn't count them.'Every neophyte in your position is afraid before the Ritual.''Well, except Karetil,' said Alathis.'He, too, is afraid, young Alathis,' said Kolmath. 'Again, you underestimate your friend, he is just far better at hiding it. Or you might be overestimating him, from a certain point of view.'Alathis swallowed. 'I don't want to die.''Everything dies,' said Kolmath. 'Even Hunters, even vampires, even the Jaroai. It is nothing to fear. It is just nothingness.''But-''You can back out,' Kolmath interrupted, but without anger or condescension. 'Stay here a [mehr]

Stichwörter: fantasy, dieselpunk, diesel, punk, lovecraftian, horror, psychological horror, dark fantasy, trauma, memories, novella, death, psycological thriller, teen, teen story, love, teen love, cosmic horror, cult, teenager, diesel punk, action, teenagers, swordsman [mehr][weniger]

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Steffen Keil Wirtschaftlich fahren, Geld sparen

Tipps und Tricks zum Spritsparthema

Ratgeber
Deutsch
5485 Wörter
Keine Altersempfehlung
619
0

In diesem Ratgeber finden Sie Tipps und Regeln, wie Sie beim Autofahren ca. 20 % Spritsparen können. Sie müssen einfach ein paar Regeln beachten und Ihren Fahrstil etwas ändern. Spritpreise werden permanent steigen - da sind Gedanken um eine benzinsparende Fahrweise wichtig. Aber auch aus ökologischer Sicht ist es sinnvoll, wenn wir mit Energie gut haushalten. Wir verbrauchen in den Industrieländern eh alle zu viel Energie, was langfristig nicht aufgehen wird. Wenn Sie alle Regeln befolgen und dadurch Ihren Spritverbrauch von 10l auf 8l senken, bedeutet das bei einer Kilometerleistung von ca. 20.000 km jährlich eine Ersparnis von ca. 500 Euro. Ich glaube 500 Euro Cash mehr in der Tasche, ist nicht schlecht für den Anfang. [mehr]

Stichwörter: Benzin, Diesel, Spritpreise, Benzinpreis, Spritsparen, Geldsparen, sparen beim fahren, sparen, Fahrtipps, Spartipps, Spritverbrauch, Benzin sparen, Günstig tanken, Energie

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Benjamin Agar The Angaran Chronicles: An Ulterior Motive

It is light, which creates shadow

Fantasy
Englisch
1678 Wörter
Ab 12 Jahren
223
0

After the destruction of her village, the only survivor: Emilia is saved by a stranger: an elf named [mehr]

Stichwörter: diesel punk, werewolves, vampires, mystery, elf, elves, action, adventure, angaran chronicles, church, jaroai, mercenary, mercenaries, flash fiction

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Benjamin Agar The Angaran Chronicles: A Poor Girl

Fantasy
Englisch
3487 Wörter
Ab 16 Jahren
238
0

After defeating a vampire, the intense, ruthless Hunter Jelcine as she heads home for a debriefing she comes [mehr]

Stichwörter: dark fantasy, diesel punk, drama, religion, abuse, hunters, vampire, vampires, the angaran chronicles, jelcine, short, flash fiction

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Ben Agar The Angaran Chronicles: The General and the Poet

Kurzgeschichte
Englisch
4499 Wörter
Keine Altersempfehlung
141
0

On many occasions, Raleas had caught her mother crying, curled up on her bed or in a corner somewhere in the mansion. Sometimes after one of their countless fights, but mostly during the long, long months of her father's absence. Every time Raleas hadn't hesitated to rip into her mother. Tell her how pathetic and weak she was. As Raleas lay on her bed her face buried her pillows. A turning, horrific feeling, twisted in her stomach. Raleas hated it, didn't know what it was, but it hurt more than the anger, the sadness. She had no idea how long she laid like that, but Raleas knew that every second she wished her father would knock on her door, or even kick it open and yell at her. Anything. But nothing. Just silence. The silence seemed always to accompany her father. Raleas was used to it. But this silence was different; it felt like powerful, tight hands held her down, with a ten-ton weight behind them. Still, she didn't cry; despite her body seeming to scream for her to through the pulsing pain in her chest and the swelling and swirling behind her eyelids. It felt like forever before sleep overtook her and a split second before she dropped into the complete dark when she realised the feeling was in her guts. Regret. Raleas didn't dream, though she thought she would. But the black constantly twisted with greens and purples that shone and edged with gold and silver. Like petrol moving in water. When Raleas awoke, she found her face buried in a wet pillow. She sighed and rolled onto her back and gazed at the brown and beige ceiling. 'I'm sorry, mum,' she said. 'I'm so, so sorry.' Then she rolled on her side and looked at the clock on her bedside table, and when she saw the time, it caused a shudder of shocking cold coursed into her and she sat up and leapt off her bed and barged out her door. 'Dad. Dad,' she said, running down the corridor. He slipped out of the doorway leading into the kitchen. He wore his formal uniform. An immaculately pressed, brilliantly blue formal two-piece suit. His peaked cap tucked in the crook of his arm. His gaze was made of narrow slits as he looked down at her. 'What are you doing?' he said. 'I did not give you permission to leave your room.' 'But it's only an hour until the funeral.' 'You are staying here.' It took Raleas a few seconds to process his sentence and when she did a sharp sting shot through her chest. 'What?' she said as tears erupted into her eyes, taking over her vision. She could no longer stop them from falling down her face. 'W-why?' 'You know why,' he said. 'And stop the waterworks, you look pathetic. Go back to your room. You will not leave this house until I return.' Then he turned to leave. 'Please,' she screamed at his broad back. 'Please don't do this to me!' He paused, but only for a second before he walked on. 'Dad. Dad,' she said, she wanted to follow him, to grab his tunic, turn him and scream in his face. She wanted to tell him how much of a monster he was. The horrific injustice. The vast disproportion of his retribution. 'She's my mum. I don't deserve this. Don't do this to me.' Raleas tried to shout those words, but they emerged from her lips as squeaks and crackles as she hit her back against the wall and slid into a foetal ball. She didn't even know if her sobbing was real or not. She didn't even blink when he slammed the front door shut. [mehr]

Stichwörter: family, drama, funeral, teen, teenage, girl, mother, father, diesel, punk, dieselpunk, familydrama, death, deathinthefamily, military, militaryfamily, theangaranchronicles

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BAD Agar The Angaran Chronicles: Of Frozen Death and Mysteries

Fantasy
Englisch
2218 Wörter
Ab 12 Jahren
112
0

Alathis and his master are on their first assignment together. To protect the locals of a small town from the vampire hordes during the '50 Days of Night.' It is an extremely dangerous mission to undertake, but soon it seems his most dangerous adversaries aren't Alathis' enemies but his allies. A direct sequel to The Angaran Chronicles: The Ritual. https://www.bookrix.com/_ebook-bad-agar-the-angaran-chronicles-the-ritual/ [mehr]

Stichwörter: diesel punk, short story, action, vampire, vampires, friends, dwarf, magic, dieselpunk, friendship, dark fantasy, swordsman, fun, fantasy fiction

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Ben Agar The Angaran Chronicles: The Underside; An Extract

How far does one go, in the name of victory?

Fantasy
Englisch
1910 Wörter
Ab 14 Jahren
124
0

The magically enhanced super-assassin, elf-Hunter Anargrin and his team are the elite of the elite; black operations sent on the most dangerous assignments to undermine the authoritarian theocratic regimes of the continent of Angara. Anargrin believes the past should be remembered, never obsessed over. Still, when he and his band of misfits are sent to investigate a Hunter Coven that stopped all communication, soon, evidence indicates Anargrin’s enemy’s involvement. An enemy that is responsible directly and indirectly for much of Anargrin’s traumatic past, evidence that reveals a conspiracy hidden within the slave trade. A conspiracy that threatens to engulf the entire continent in blood. Available here on the 1st of November! Pre-order now! https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B09FJM625N?pf_rd_r=P4FA5G3BEK7K2KV3BAS6&pf_rd_p=6fc81c8c-2a38-41c6-a68a-f78c79e7253f&pd_rd_r=b4018a68-ce27-4d4f-ac11-eea834faafe0&pd_rd_w=6VOcS&pd_rd_wg=TZggJ&ref_=pd_gw_unk [mehr]

Stichwörter: fantasy, dark fantasy, diesel punk, action, action adventure, extract, novel extract, vampire, vampires, romance, action romance, battle

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