Doomsday
On the peaceful planet of Zlook an exciting discovery had been made: They had found a somewhat intelligent life-form on another planet, but alas a meteor was destined to destroy […]
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Behind the blue door
With afternoon-warmth of cobblestones penetrating my soles I searched through the alleys of Mykonos. “A blue door with a lemon tree inside”, She’d said, that night of past still vivid […]
Dust and daffodils
Dust and trash. I can neither live on memories nor leave my past. I hear your laughter in every book you read, I smell betrayal in the withered daffodils you […]
The precious jar
The young man hesitated before he left; the house foreclosed was empty, furniture collected, walls repainted, but on the kitchen counter was their jar of batteries; collected; ready for recycling. […]
The prize of being well preserved
Conserved and shrinkwrapped, Amanda bowed her head and sighed. “So I inherit everything?”, the solicitor kept silent. “Is it a lot?” The solicitor smiled and showed her a paper with […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 