Her creator – I am
As a doll-maker, I gather pieces of bright cloth, strings, and shards of sea-glass. I stroll the streets looking in dustbins and I sneak into graveyards to borrow from corpses. […]
Category Archives: flashfiction
Truer Tomorrow
Today I decided to leave I woke up late. It was overcast and as usual, you had already left for the city. I had nothing to clean, there were leftovers […]
Making my mask
My asylum has a garden where I sometimes walk, pretending that the soothing drugs that storm my veins are the sober bliss of sunshine on my skin, that the bruising […]
Profit Fox
We had this great idea for a new company. It would revolutionalize the way retail operates and we went ahead and started coding a solution. We developed an app together […]
Walnuts
Ever since February 24th, my life has been narrowed into brief interludes between air-ride sirens, empty shelves, and the lambent light of basements. My neighbors have left while I stay […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 