Why heroes shouldn’t kill
As nature gradually reclaims its soil, the silence from the murdered herds is screaming from the trees. The awe we felt from bravery and stubborn stance has been replaced by […]
Category Archives: Friday Fictioneers
what’s whispered from the withered walls – sonnet
hear wisdom whispered from the withered walls the listless lies to lustfulness that’s lost your hellish hallows from those hateful doves infected – nesting similar to ghosts one day I […]
Laura and Mrs. Potter’s teeth – Friday Fictioneers
Mrs. Potter was born with problematic teeth, and she was a terrible patient, but on a small island one couldn’t be picky. Steven knew that she had paid for his […]
The candlelight of those that left – for Friday Fictioneers
In the candlelight I see the souls that left crushed in water-grinder of the tsunami carried off into a merciless horizon In the candlelight i hear your gentle voice I […]
Receiving a degree – Friday FIctioneers
Dave had looked forward to his final day. To leave this hellhole and the revolting people calling themselves friends. To walk out through the door as a free man, diploma […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 