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4 years ago on this day my father died. From cancer at the age of 69. And today I've been thinking about him a lot. I also had dinner with my mother. And we had 3 candles lit. After dinner I blew one out

Om jeg kunne, så skulle jeg gjordt det. Ikke alltid jeg kan, har lyst eller krefter til det. Noen ganger så skulle jeg ønske jeg fikk gjordt det, mens andre ganger går jeg inn blindt. Jeg vet ikke mye,

Så her sitter jeg da. Jeg vet ikke liksom helt hva jeg gjør her, men her sitter jeg. En stol er det jeg sitter på. Den er laget av en veldig hard plast som er farget i en svart tone. Minner litt om

Diligently waiting and preparing… My Heart armed with Intent! Listening in patience. For that spontaneous arising... That instant flash! Marries my pulse. That ancient guidance, explosive impulse! Embrace

A mix of cold and warm, its what makes up our world. We see the colours in different, yet similar ways. Some bright and some dark, some varm and some cold, some flicker and some static. They sorround us

I was once on a hunt, searching for love. I found and lost many a girl, though i didnt give up. Then came the summer, the summer before I met you, this summer came and went away without me, and there I

Hello steemians/readers of this perticular post. Today I got inspired by one of @artlover ´s new posts. He made a doodle (as he calls it), and I don´t really know why, but I got inspired to write this

A new paragraph, that’s what it is. I write and I write, paragraph upon paragraph with no end. They want content, and I have an apartment I rent. I stop up and look back at my paragraphs, at their structure

Hey, som short words before you go for a read. This one is alot more personal then the rest of my current posted content. If you have any critic I would love to hear them, but keep in mind, this one was

The wooden door looks like it was made as a one-piece construction. It stands there and shows its carvings proud to the person studying it. It looks just as new as it would have 18 years ago, but the doorknob

Kan ikke fordra det mongo ansiktet på han, men jeg kan ikke slå til han. Om jeg gjør så blir det nok alt for mye konsekvenser. Det blir liksom som å helle vann i kokende olje, og det vill jeg helst ikke

Three weeks has passed since I got dragged inn from the woods. And even thought I have tried again and again to get back there, I´ve been stopped by Morga all the time and she always tells me that I´m

hidup tanpa masalah! artinya anda sedang tidak dalam keadaan untuk memahami dan berada di zona nyamannya anda. bagaimana jika hidup saya sangat bermasalah? awalnya anda tidak percaya itu adalah masalah,

The rustling from wind fearing through the woods is unnerving. It´s like listening to a silence that’s not supposed to be there. I can´t much do anything about what happened, and neither can my brother.

Why didn't I know! Who am I at all? Where am I beeing dragged? Why am I feeling an emptyness and loneliness? I feel like there are two eyes between the trees, watching me as im being dragged between new

Something suddenly flies thru the air. Its grey and the size of his hand. Hitting the white-haired boys head so he blacks out, and falls to the ground so the leaves makes a crackling sound. There he was

Pre word; Hello! Hope you enjoyed the first three chapters. This is a "Lore fullfilling" chapter. This is one of more to come. As one and more of my other previus works are already a detail to

Sooo, today I wanted to try making another short text. I know that the post from yesterday was not a novel, but a short text. This is something that was my bad as i lost track in my own translation. What