Treeheart
My heart is a bloodstone, rootwrapped and cold, runecarved with spells. I found it, just sprung from an acorn, and darkly it gave me a purpose to grow to the […]
Category Archives: flashfiction
Blindfolded
“We knew nothing”, Stan exclaimed, polishing the chrome. “You mean you never listened to anything but Fox”, Em sighed. “To fake news and Chinese propaganda, you mean?” “And 99% percent […]
No gills
Down below it’s never silent, but I cannot hear them singing. The clear surface is a barrier for mockery Bullies don’t have gills. But neither have I… with aching lungs […]
Still it’s family
Sinjar still the same, the road as dusty as before, even the reek of wormwood as nauseating, but when Nisreen approached their house she knew that everything had changed. It’s […]
Hunting for kittens
The desert was an endless stretch of sand rocks and a few thorny plants. The bus was almost empty. Just me travelling eastward to meet up with Kate again. On […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 