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Mia Klausa

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Letter of 7th of July, 1969

Mia Klausa

Dear Charlotte, How are you? No, scratch that, that's horrible. That's too mudane, too boring. I hope you're doing well. Abad, you idiot, she can't be well, she's dead, she's gone, she killed herself. People who kill themselves aren't well. I hope you're doing better. It's not very hard, I reckon, from what I've heard. But I still hope, that the place, where you're now is better than Deytonsbury, cleaner than your father's house, warmer than my hands ever were. Today was such a good day. The sky was baby blue; they reminded me of your eye...

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The thing that happened

Mia Klausa

The heartless sun went down, leaving behind a world soaked in red, orange and sorrow. Athena dragged herself through lonely back alleys, feeling like her shoes were made of stone. There was happy chatter in the streets and the aroma of freshly baked bread in the air. She purposely avoided this all. There was no place for happiness today. Sand hit her in the face, so she pulled her hood lower over her face. Left, right, left, left, left, right. Athena didn't know where to go after...it. Her house? Full of people, full of children, full of lau...

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Teacher's worksheet

Mia Klausa

8. 4. 2003 Abad hates new starts. There has been a lot of them, too many in his opinion, but he knew that many more would follow. He picks up his pen and tries to answer the questions. Questions about him. Hello!, was written as description above the questions. I'm made by your new English teacher Mr. Allen, so that he knows a bit about you. Just answer all his questions, new friend! Abad smiles briefly. This teacher IS different. 1. To begin with, what's your name, friend? Anthony Potter Abad Potter 2. Are you a boy or a girl? Boy 3. How...

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Don't touch the stars

Mia Klausa

Yeshua sat alone in the dessert with nothing but a blanket that he got from his mother. The cold wind hit against his hair and he looked above, waiting, even though he wasn't he really sure what he waited for. He tried to look for the star constellations that he learned in school, back in Egypt. There was the Myriad, the Bird and he could even recognize Sah. Crazy, he thought. That was a completely different life. The numb sand underneath his hands hurt him but he just couldn't put them somewhere else. His attention was upon Anu, th...

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The list of a man out of time

Mia Klausa

Written by Abad Potter on 31.12.1911What I want to do in 1912 1913 19141926 1937 19391941 1942 19451951196919781984 19851993199719992000 20012005Up until I die (wich could take ages)Note from 2005: It took, in fact, a century. I should start betting with the accuracy of my throw away lines- move to America ✔️ (why did THIS had to work) - try a cigarette ✔️ (disgusting. I understand why Mummy never allowed me to)- get heavier (at least 15 pounds) ✔️- watch a movie ✔️ (All for a girl)- save money to make a family picture- find Dasi- look for a...

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Yellow

Mia Klausa

I poured water in the cup Ajal gave me, took the brush, looked at the colours and already asked myself what I'm trying to do here. "What is wrong?", Ajal asked. Sunlight touched his face, a breeze messed his hair up. It look beautiful. I could draw him instead. Or the crow behind him that sat there in the tree, not caring about human nature. Or I could draw this family with three children, with one looking like he doesn't fit with the rest. I could think about his life, his struggles, his story while painting his curly hair or his smile ...

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"You've got this, Abad"

Mia Klausa

"You've got this, Abad. " I was very young at my first memory, probably around four or five. My Mummy had a big belly and when I asked her why, she told me that a baby grows inside her stomach. "Like a flowa?" "Like a flower." It was a nice day. The sun shined and Mummy decided, that it would be a great idea to spent her free afternoon with her teenage son and her toddler. She brushed Rahim's hair with her hand. "You two will be great big brothers, I feel it." Rahim didn't said anything. Maybe it was confidence, after all, he was...

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It-Girl in a cage

Mia Klausa

Sun doesn't starts its day. "Wake up! Wake up! Wake up!", someone says from above. The bright blinding light does. 510 doesn't know if there is a voice from above. Reality? Or imagination? It couldn't tell. No one would judge if it wouldn't make its bed. The scientists don't really care. But Mareesha's Mummy, the one she loves much, would care. So it does. For her. It's hard to keep track of time without sunlight. Or clocks. Or the moon. But 510 always recives its breakfast at...

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A ghost in a cage

Mia Klausa

There was nothing. No light. No sound. No feeling. Nothing too unusual, considering that I already died and that experiencing such things already a privilege is. But the strange thing was, that I wasn't dead again. It wasn't the nothingness I was already used to. I was still there. Still with the living, even if I wasn't one of them. There. There was something. A ick in my nose, a feeling. I smelled something. Disinfection spray. Ok, that's really weird. There is nothing to smell in the realm of death. There is nothing at all in ...

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What others think of Abad Potter

Mia Klausa

Michael Todd thinks Abad Potter doesn't fit in.Not because of his dark brown skin, his black curls or his foreign name, he isn't a racist after all. Not because of his love for ACDC or Star Wars. Not even because he seems to like the strange girl from across the street, who never talks to anyone outside of her host family.No, Michael doesn't really has a solid reasoning for why Abad doesn't fit in, nobody ever had.It isn't like he's unpopular or weird. He's generally well liked, always watches the newest movies, a bit of a class clown.Most o...

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Eden's fruits for humanity

Mia Klausa

"That's a bad idea", Joshua said as Adam lighted the candles on the floor. "Oh, really? I couldn't tell." "That's a bad idea", Joshua repeated. "We can't just...summon Satan." "Yes, we can. And guess what I'm doing right now?" "A mistake", Joshua mumbled. Adam's parents left to the cinema. It's horror film night. The exorcist. It. The Omen. All films subtly describing what is about to happen and Joshua knew. Just as Adam knew. "Do you have a better idea?" Silence. "Exactly. Now, do you wa...

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My last summer as a girl

Mia Klausa

I had many strange summers growing up. The one when I was four was the one my parents divorced. The one when I was seven was the one I moved to my dad. The one when I was twelve was the one where I grew up. It was one of the best ones I ever had. The best thing about Greek summers are the nights. Sure, the noons at the beach with burning sand and salty water are also nice. And yeah, who wouldn't enjoy ice cream and going to museums. But the nights just hit different. ...

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The last cold night

Mia Klausa

You would think that this night would be freezing cold, cold enough to freeze you midnight. (It sure wasn't warm, let me tell you). But I didn't really noticed, or to be precisely, I just ignored it. That had two reasons: First of all: English winters are brutal. And they don't get better when you complain. Second of all: I wasn't alone. "Abad?", Dasi said, pressing her body against mine. "I'm cold." I put my arms around her, holding her as tightly as I could. "Come on, Sisi. We're nearly there. ...

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Adam and Joshua

Mia Klausa

"No", Joshua made a step back. "It isn't-it can't be true!" Caesy just laughed like a maniac. "Well, it is. We aren't more than dolls to this maniac over there." It all started on a walk- Or was it in the schoolbus? ... Oh, you don't care? Tbh, neither does me. I also always just skip 'till some dramatic shit happens so I can get fast entertained. But you have to read a bit, okay? It won't be too long, really. Look, if I really want to start at the beginning we have to start way earlier. Earlier than this situation...

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The Ghost and the Ageless

Mia Klausa

Charlotte Peyton Thomson. 1952- 1969 Daughter. Never forget. (they didn't even remembered her when she was alive) Anthony Potter. 1894 - 1912 Son. Never forget. (there was no one to remember) People called Charlotte many things behind her back. "Dirty." "Not even her parents love her!" "Looks like she's dead." They didn't even cared to insult Anthony (or Walter or Harry or Antonio or Bathaniel or Paul or Freddy, America or Evan) behind his back. They just told him right in his f...

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