The winter night was dark and cold. The first snow had covered the land in a dampening blanket and rested beneath the pine trees like a gray beast lurking on the living, waiting to swallow them into its freezing belly. Through this black and white landscape came a single figure walking, the air around him having crystallized into glittering frost against his clothes and skin. His back was bent and his movements were stiff, but there burned determination in his eyes and nothing in the world could have stopped him from taking one more step forward… and then another one.
His walk through the endless forest hade been long and hard, but this night he lifted his gaze from the snow to see lights in the distance. A little cottage daring the cold in the middle of nowhere. Empowered by this welcome sight he went on and arrived after some time on its doorstep. Just as he lifted a hand to knock the door was opened and before him stood a young woman. She was lean and beautiful with short chestnut hair, but there was something distinctively dangerous about her. The way she stood tall in front of him, the way she met his eyes. He let out the first breath that had come out of him in days, but there was no heat left in him to turn it into a cloud of mist.
I of recently also write slashfiction on Kpop (I will not be ashamed of this, it is fun! and great writing exercises too actually.) Click the link in this paragraph or look for the Slashfiction tag at the bottom to find it.
Everything is Copyright Me Forever. If you steal something I will force feed you all the food you like the most until you either throw up or explode, continually until you can never again even lay eyes on it without feeling sick to the bones. Or are dead from exploding. Whichever works better for you.
* Vanity, short, is one of the little attempts at writing short stories to symbolize the cardinal sins. The title story in Solomon is also one, but in Swedish.
*Jace, 10p, is a independant story set in the One World universe. Call it a love story, though it's more about the finer points of not loving. * About Love is roughly 50p, reminding a little about a theatre play but in novel form, about the things emotions sometimes makes us do to other people, and to ourselves. * Killeris a short story, 13p, about life, death, rooftops and reasons. * Tales of Ruins is roughly 100p, divided in five parts, together revealing the true story behind the destruction of Saehanna, could be called fantasy, and may require a miniscule of devotion to understand. Set in the One World universe.
* Vandraren, 6p, Swedish. A person walking down a road through the forest going past a house with a friendly family that is happy to take in guests. A harmless act of goodwill, depending what that road brings to their door. * Vanity, 4½p,take a trip inside my head, because fiction is all about bringing reality to its limits and exploring the possibilities of your own mind. * Solomonär det andra skrivprojektet sammanställt för skolan, nästan exakt lika som Diktsamlingen, men innehåller tre noveller istället för dikter ^^ * Diktsamlingenbestår av 17 dikter varav 16 skrevs hösten -07, och några illustrationer. Nu i efterhand känns en del av dem lite lätt mysko, but still good.