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 a novel is in Norwegian is, is a "ROMAN" wich is mostly as long as a novel. This text that I´ve written today is a short text, and in Norwegian it´s called "novelle" and with that it should be simple to see my mistake. Anyway! I hope you enjoy the read! ^^
FROM NOTHING IT HANGS
Hanging from nowhere, yet still is there. A hook with a metal ring attached. They come, forms a line, consistent with time. Each with their own lock, some small, some big, some looking like a block. One after the other hangs their lock on the ring, and throws the key. Keys falling to nothing, because nothing is there. Just deep black nothingness. Sometimes the keys are growing wings and flies up to the ring, the key unlocking its thing. Now a lock and a key, they fall from this nothingness-tree. Those who still rest on the ring, makes weight a thing.