Escape or yet a prison?
I see a staircase leading to the stars; to his bedroom upstairs. For far too long, we have been locked by poverty and war. Between the bombings in Damascus to […]
Category Archives: flashfiction
After the coma
Through the curtains I hear voices, pink as candy-floss. Is this my merry-go-round? Future, present or my past? An angel approaches, her wings are broken but her hair is gold. […]
All on black
It’s not stealing I had said — I only need this win, and I will pay them back. She won’t fight for custody; she’ll take me back. This is the […]
They called it marriage
They never call it sacrifice to enter Y’bhag’s cave. “It’s marriage, honoring your family.” mother priestess said. My real mother cried when she dressed me in the gown of silk […]
The danger of inventions
Recessed inside his library a set of notebooks rests. They are neither quite forgotten nor properly read. The author is Godefridus Messala, once librarian before the fires of the second […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 