eBooks „Toyota“
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Rosa Ananitschev
In der Tinte
- Humor
- German
- 162 Words
- No Age Recommendation
- 657
- 9
Diesen Text fand ich neulich in meinem alten Notizbuch, das noch aus der Zeit der Schreibwerkstatt stammt. Die Aufgabe der Kursleiterin war – jeder Teilnehmer wirft spontan ein Wort in den Raum und schreibt dann eine kleine Geschichte, in der alle vorgeschlagenen Wörter vorkommen müssen. Blödsinn - zugegeben – das, was daraus geworden ist, aber irgendwie auch witzig. Das waren die Begriffe: Seife ; Astronaut ; Humor ; Netto ; Eifersucht ; Tinte ; Ofen ; Reich ; Toyota ; Eis [more]
Keywords: Seife, Astronaut, Humor, Netto, Eifersucht, Tinte, Ofen, Reich, Toyota, Eis
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Ossel Osselpossel
Going for her AYGO
Satire und Psycho
- Essay
- German
- 1017 Words
- Ages 14 and up
- 66
- 2
Nein! Dieser auf das autoverliebte Weib fokussierte Essay ist nicht als Werbebotschaft für einen "Japaner", nämlich den Toyota AYGO, aufzufassen. Vielmehr macht sich ein Satiriker Gedanken über den Markennamen AYGO. Was mögen sich die Werbestrategen von Toyota gedacht haben, noch bevor die Karosse dieses Kleinwagens auf sein Fahrwerk montiert wurde? Welchen Stellenwert haben die vier Buchstaben A, Y, G und O für das hierauf beruhende und auf die Karosse verfrachtete Logo? Gegen Ende der Lektüre möge der geneigte Leser selber darüber sinnieren, inwieweit da den Werbepsychologen eines Konzerns eine absatzwirtschaftliche Großtat gelungen sein könnte. - Oder sind da "aygomanische" Psychoten zu Werke gegangen? [more]
Keywords: AYGO, Toyota, Outlander, Mitsubishi, Navara, Nissan, Werbepsychologie, Marketing, Frauenmarke, Frauenmarketing, Gender Marketing, Japan, Japanische Autoindustrie, Japanische Autokonzerne, Homosexualität, Tussi, Tusse, Frau, SUV, Sports Utility Vehicle [more]
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Pete Hackett
Ein Agent geht durch die Hölle
FBI Special Agent Owen Burke #41/ Trilogie "Burkes Jagd" #3
- Thriller
- German
- 10416 Words
- No Age Recommendation
- 135
Special Agent Owen Burke fühlte sich alles andere als wohl in seiner Haut. McGrady chauffierte ihn in Richtung Wald. Minuten später lenkte er den Toyota auf einen unbefestigten Forstweg. Die Lichtfinger der Scheinwerfer bohrten sich in die Dunkelheit. McGrady befuhr einige Zeit durch den Wald, dann öffnete sich vor ihnen eine Lichtung. Burke sah ein großes Blockhaus. Durch die Ritzen der Blendläden vor den Fenstern der oberen Etage fiel Lichtschein. Über eine Außentreppe gelangte man nach oben. McGrady hielt auf dem freien Platz vor der Hütte, die Scheinwerfer erloschen, der Motor erstarb. „Aussteigen, Bryant.“ Sie stiegen aus. Jemand öffnete die Tür der Blockhütte, Lichtschein flutete heraus und die Gestalt, die auf den Balkon trat, der zur Außentreppe führte, zeichnete sich scharf gegen den hellen Hintergrund ab. Durch die Wipfel der Tannen und Fichten konnte Burke wahrnehmen, dass sich die Dunkelheit zu lichten begann. Die Sterne verblassten. Der Mond stand im Westen. „Guten Morgen, Norman!“, schrie McGrady. „Ich bringe dir einen Neuen. Sein Name ist Bryant. Nimm ihn ran. Er war Soldat im Irak und könnte ein brauchbares Mitglied der Gruppe werden.“ „Prima“, kam es von oben. „Schick ihn rauf.“ „Wo bin ich hier gelandet?“, fragte Burke. Cover: STEVE MAYER [more]
Keywords: Cassiopeiapress
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Alastair Macleod
Flood
- Romance
- English
- 2161 Words
- Ages 8 and up
- 491
"She knew him vaguely. He lived up the valley on a small hill farm which he worked with his dad. Sheep mostly. “We’ve lost a few lambs in the wet,” he said, his voice warm and steady. Things had been that bad with prices recently he’d taken a job with the NFU as part time insurance agent. Chris, like many single handed full time farmers didn’t have much time for socialising, so she hadn’t really had occasion to talk to him before. He was a little taller than her, brown hair, a strong jaw line, hazel eyes and a friendly smile. He stood next to her in the line when they resumed the class. She was conscious of the dark fuzz on his strongly muscled forearm as he drew the bow. The instructor had called him Will, Will Hutton. By the end of the night her drawstring fingers were sore and her arm ached a little. Outside it was still teeming down. Everyone dashed for their cars and was off, including Will in his blue Toyota pickup. Chris climbed into the Landrover. Even with wipers on at full it was difficult to see. Spray was being thrown up by small rivers of water running at intervals across the road. Huge puddles had collected on either side. She slowed down. As she drove off the main road to the farm, she could see in the moonlight the river had come over into the lower meadow field. Nothing strange in that – it happened nearly every year, but it had spread a little further up than usual." [more]
Keywords: flood, farm, love, danger, Cornwall, renewal
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Azeezat Oluwa
Broken Tales
Volume one in the Broken Tales Series
- Fantasy
- English
- 7694 Words
- Ages 14 and up
- 424
- 1
It has been three months since she died. 91 days, 2,184 hours I have not been taking it well. I refuse to get out of my room. Uncle Max tries to come in but I don’t let anybody in. I hear voices from down the hall. Uncle Max is talking to someone .
“ She won’t let anyone in,” Says Max.
“ Not even the boyfriend?” asked someone else.
“ Yeah,”
Someone very unfamiliar walks into the room. I throw my pillow at the person.
“ Go away,”
“ Makaila I am doctor Johnson,” He says.
“ What do you want,”
“ I want to help you get over her,”
Her. He was talking about Karla. Karla, Karla. All of a sudden the ground rushes to me, and the darkness rushes over me.
I wake up to an unfamiliar room. Has white walls,blue curtains. Something is hooked onto my hand and I hear beeping. I see Jason and Max standing in the corner. Jason walks over sensing I am awake.
“ Max can you please give us a minute,” Jason asked. Uncle Max just sighed and left the room.
“ Makaila, do you know how worried we were?” I didn’t answer. “ Hey listen to me. I will find who killed her”
“ Who?” I asked. “ Who killed my sister?”
“ Makaila calm down. Let me explain. So I was looking at the body,”
“ Wait,” I said. “ You were looking at the body. Did you open the casket,”
“ If that’s what you want to call it. Anyways I was looking at the body and I found what the police called ‘scratch marks ‘ were actually vampire teeth marks,”
My body froze. I couldn’t get the words right in my brain.
“ What?” I was very surprised.
“ Nobody in my family knows who killed her but it must be someone that has contact to your family,”
“ I don't know anybody who would do such a thing. I mean she was only seven. “Sometimes I wish I was the one that died and not my parents nor Karla,”
Jason held my face with both hands, “ Snap out of it Makaila. I would kill myself if something happened to you,”
“ Why would you kill yourself?”
“ Because I love you,” Suddenly he held my face with both hands and kissed me with joy I have never felt before..
I am going home today. Uncle Max is making me go to school tomorrow. I am still trying to get over Karla but, that can never happen. When we got home it was nighttime so I just went into my bathroom to get ready for bed and that is when I saw her. She looked perfect. Not like the last time I saw her. Her clothes were not spattered with blood. Her hair was not out of place. Her face was perfect.
Karla.
I screamed at the top of my lungs. My head was starting to hurt. It hurt more than a migraine. Like I was being stabbed in the stomach. The migraine stopped abruptly and she was gone. Max was by my side rocking me back and forth. I don't know how long we sat there . I must have fell asleep because when my alarm sounded I was in bed. I checked the time and it was seven. I quickly got ready for school. I did not even bother to straighten my hair. I left it in its curly self and got into the toyota. When I got to school there was a girl I have never seen before in my seat.
“ Excuse me. Hi,” I said. “ My name is Makaila,”
“ My name Isabella,” She said with a thick puerto rican accent.
“ Ok. We sort of have assigned seats and you would be seating in mine,”
“ Oh. I so sorry,” She said seating in the seat next to me . The bell indicating class has started rang.
“ Class today we are going to learn about integrals,” Everyone groaned.
The bell rang after 45 minutes of boring integrals. As I stood up I felt a tap on my shoulder.
“ Hi. Will you help me find my next class.” Isabella said as she handed me her schedule. I saw we had the same schedule.
“ What instrument do you play?” I asked noticing she also had orchestra.
“ Cello,” She said.
“ Cool I play the violin,”
We started walking down the hall. I felt arms around my waist.
“Hey,” I said turning to see Jason. “ Jason this is Isabella she is new,”
“ Hola,” Jason said to Isabella in fluent spanish.
“ Hola,” She said back. “ Como Estas? “
“ Bien. Y tu?” Jason said.
“ Bien,”
I just stood there like what the heck are they saying.
“ So Isabella how do you like the school so far?” I asked.
“ It is good. It is so big. Schools in puerto rico are not this big,”
The one minute bell rang. Jason gave me a quick peck on the lips and went the other way.
At the end of the day I grabbed my keys from my bag and started walking towards my car. As I was walking to my car there was the migraine again. I screamed and grabbed my hair. I dropped to my knees. I saw her at the window of my car. This time she was not alone . My parents were sitting next to her. I closed my eyes and reopened them. They were gone . Jason was next to me . Followed by Isabella, followed by the nurse. Jason helped me get up. Suddenly I noticed everyone was staring.
“ Are you okay?” The nurse asked, “ What happened?”
I took a deep breath. “ I don't know what happened. One minute I was walking to my car, the next I have this huge migraine,”
The nurse indicated for me to follow her. “ Follow me,”
She led me into her office . She indicated for me to sit down. I watched as she was typing something into her computer. She checked my blood pressure and my temperature . My bp was normal but, my temp was a little over 101.
“ Looks like you have a fever,” She said. “ I am gonna have to call your uncle to come pick you up,”
“ No. Thats okay. I can drive her,” Jason chimed in.
“ What about my car,”
“ Isabella will drive it,” I even forgot Isabella was in here .
“ Yes. I will drive your car,” Isabella said.
“ Okay It's settled then,” The nurse said picking up my printouts with medications to get.
When we got outside I asked Isabella for my car keys.
“ The nurse said Jason should drive you home,” she said.
“ Well In my car,” She handed over the keys. I handed it to Jason. We waved bye to Isabella and promised that she would pick me up up in the morning.
Jason and I got into the car. He started driving but he stopped at Mcdonalds. He pecked me on the lips and got out of the car and went around to open my door. So gentlemanly. We sat across from each other at a booth.
“ What are we doing here,” I asked as we settled in.
“ I know what happened was not because of a fever,”
“ Okay. This is not the first time it happened,”
“ What do you mean?”
“ I was in the bathroom. The day I got back from the hospital. I had saw her in the mirror. I had this migraine, like the one I just got. I saw her in the car window this time,”
“ Wow. I don't know what to say. What do you think it means?”
“ I don't know. I have never experience this. But get this, I saw my parents with her this time,” I said. I felt hot tears coming down. Jason got up and put his arms around me .
“ Hey. Its okay. Come on. I want to show you a place,” We went into my car and drove for what seems like an hour into a big high meadow. The snow was covering up a lot of the meadow. We got out of the car.
“ This place is beautiful,” I said breaking the silence . “You could see the whole city here . Places like the town center and the museum of art. I have always wanted to go to an art museum. Learn visual arts,”
“ We could go to the art museum. I can teach you how to draw and sketch thing,”
“ We can. I could teach you violin if you want. You know what's weird?”
“ What?” He asked.
“ We have been together for more than three months and we don't even know each other's birthday,”
“ Weird. Okay I will go first. Mine is in October. October 27th,”
“ Happy belated birthday,” I said. We were in February now. “ Mine was November 1st,”
“ Happy belated birthday too. How old are you?”
“ You don't ask a lady her age but, I just turned 18 so I am technically a legal adult. How old are you? In both vampire and human years,”
“ I am 22 in human years. I am 130 in vampire,”
“ Why are you in highschool?” I asked.
“ Because my parents wanted me to get a degree in college so I have to pass high school first,”
“ Oh. You know we have to start applying for college soon. “
“ I figured. What school were you thinking of? I was thinking SUU. Southern Utah University,”
“ Oh really? What does that have?” I asked.
“ It has theatre, dance, performing arts, and spanish,’’
He shrugged
‘’ I’m not sure yet which college i'm going to,’’
‘’ look at us we're talking about ‘school’ ‘
“ Do you always come here?” I asked. [more]
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