Category: Stories
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~ A Nice Sunday Afternoon
Read More: ~ A Nice Sunday AfternoonOnce upon a time, there were a boy and a girl. The boy was five and so was the girl. They were twins who looked nothing alike at all. The little boy, that was Klaas, had black hair like his father. The girl, Melissa, had blonde hair like her mother.
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~ Joop
Read More: ~ JoopNo one was ever to notice that I had been in the barn. More corpses might not be buried there, but the people from the FBI Laboratory could still show up. That’s why I didn’t break the padlock with one of the tools for changing tires.
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~ The Weather Turns
Read More: ~ The Weather TurnsI would often go and play the organ in church now. I preferred that to studying. I wouldn’t pass the final exam anyway, even if I threw myself into my studies. Rehearsing four years of study material from unfamiliar textbooks was an impossibility
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~ The Sign Cap
Read More: ~ The Sign CapThe only joy I experienced during those long study evenings was looking forward to Saturday. The little farmhouse had become my actual home. The silence of the uninhabited world at the bottom of the dyke calmed my soul and the happy girl created a joy in me that lasted throughout the week.
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~ Cupido
Read More: ~ CupidoHe is alone. The embankment is enclosed in the morning mist and the sheep that loom up stand motionless, except for one lamb that mewls softly, diving under her mother’s fur to find her nipples.
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~ Blackberries
Read More: ~ BlackberriesOne day in late August, Liesbet and I, Arie, were taking a drive through the beautiful countryside of Drenthe. Our dog Jasper sat neatly in the back and looked out of the window monotonously. But when the ride got a bit too long, he started to whine softly. He just needs to get out, said…
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~ Can’t We Have Some Fun?
Read More: ~ Can’t We Have Some Fun?t’s just a sad state of affairs in Canada these days. We are in the midst of a recession, and there is so much division in many churches that some people want to exit to form even better churches. This must be done with seriousness.
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~ Have Mercy on Us
Read More: ~ Have Mercy on UsSometimes a sudden emotion vibrates inside you. At the back of the garden, you hear a bird singing. A grandchild examines your face with pure, serious eyes. An organ in a cathedral hums under the vaults, along high steep walls
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~ From Generation to Generation
Read More: ~ From Generation to GenerationThe year of our Lord, 1478. The hubbub retreated within the city walls. People grumbled. The body hanging from the gallows had gone limp all too soon.
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~ Bertus
Read More: ~ BertusBertus, our youngest son, was and is our worry child. However, he was never sickly, and by no means dumb. Just terribly mischievous. This child was different from our Wim. You could call Bertus a maverick.