Tomorrow is another day.
The funeral had been a quick affair, and the family had returned to the mansion. Amberly wondered if they would have warmed to her if she had shown a sign […]
Category Archives: Friday Fictioneers
Locusts
We were like locusts. Burning pilfering and raping. We said it was the law of war, that it was merely tactics. We implemented scorched-earth policies to rule. “They would do […]
Her silver lining
You can call it gloom or darkness, but when Colton left her at the altar Elsinore named depression twilight. She hated daylight and craved for clouds. There were days when […]
You owe me everything
You cannot see me. I’m absolutely still. I’m the shadow in the shadow, patient, waiting, cause you will be the first to move. You know I’m close. I can see […]
Bike and water
I bicycle across the frozen lake on my way to work. It’s almost six kilometer shorter than the path around. A gift of winter and a road for free. A […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 