Crossroads
What if I treated every moment as a crossroad to another’s life? Do I really know the pots of gold I’ve missed when I’ve kept walking straight ahead? What if, […]
Author Archives: Björn Rudberg (brudberg)
When lights went out
I never blamed it on the rain that day, my sorrow never grew from hail or clouds, I dwelled in shadows when you brought the light, You brought me laughter, […]
Little Hoodie
Little Hoodie searched the concrete jungle for her pimp and dealer — Mister Wolf. She turned some tricks on sleazy johns, but what she needed most (a fix), she knew […]
Wormhole to Eden
“The stars look different today” you gasped and wrapped your hungry thighs around my waist; “I think we passed its furthest edge”; I graced your lips; unzipped your silver suit; […]
Still his mother
Blenda knocked once and waited. From behind the door she could hear people moving, but nobody opened. She knocked again; sharper this time. The door opened… Blenda recognized the woman. […]
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