Clear it out! – for Friday Fictioneers.
Clearing out remains from my childhood home is like cutting limbs from my body. The blue bottles collected for a display we never made, the gathered sea-shells, all the knick-knacks […]
Category Archives: flashfiction
A major change – for Friday Fictioneers
Allen only knew the black keys; he always thought his blood was black as ink and his veins could only pulse to the moody beat of blues. The dappled sunshine […]
Carpe Diem Haiku – blues
The autumn rain beat his back relentlessly as he went to work again; the concrete had lost all its petrichor; instead the air was filled with decay of falling leaves. […]
Preparing Soup – Friday Fictioneers
**** Warning — this story is shocking — unfortunately these things have happened, and is a variant of Stockholm Syndrome **** Discarded from the lull of lullabies, from lollipops and […]
Our pyre of ignorance
Somewhere through the neon night they came for us, they came prepared, they came through parsecs of vacant emptiness. Targeting the spectral lines of life, they came in peace. Generations […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 