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 […]
Category Archives: flashfiction
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 […]
United
We praise them with a fervor of death, with bloodlust and hunger, with belief and passion to conquer our foes, Our voice is singular — one; and at eve of […]
In the Vastness of sorrowful thoughts
In the days leading to spring equinox, I sense how the darkness is losing its grip and in its wake follows this numbness of dusk. Today the sky presses its […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 