And The Storm Is Howling

And the storm is howling,
the river overflowing.

Rain drizzling down
like a fine mist,
falling through the barren treetops,
creeping through the brick walls.

And the storm is howling,
the river overflowing.

No light shining through my window,
old wood creaking
and my reflection is just a skeleton,
out of the corner of my eye.

And the storm is howling,
the river overflowing.

The old house is sighing,
all the souls moaning
as the rain whips the walls
relentlessly.

And the storm is howling,
the river overflowing.

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Saturday Night

Let me introduce a new label to you. It won't be a label I'll post a lot under, but it might be interesting to some of you: Writing. I'll post some short stories, maybe essays, and in general longer texts under this label. Here is a short story I wrote for a contest once. It didn't win anything, but since the whole thing is over, I can now post it here. Enjoy.

All the Universes

Light travels fast, light travels far, come and travel with me and with light... far, far away... to the farthest realm... darkness surrounds me, but soon the sky lights up with millions and millions of stars and I am not alone. Oh, sweet cosmic abyss, embrace my poor soul and make me immortal, so I can see... so I can feel... all the universes... all the universes out here... swimming through time until the end of it and the start of a new time in oh so many dimensions... spread out, crumbled up, sticking together, floating, rolling, turtleneck dimensions.

Fern

This was an early picture that I took with my mum's first digital camera. I had lots of fun with the macro function in our backyard and in some of the parks in our little town. That was before I was made aware that people would usually deal drugs in those parks and was forbidden to go. I went anyways.

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