short story

Orange

She came out to the balcony with me, an orange tucked in her hand. She asked me what I’m doing, so I flicked my half-smoked cigarette away and said: “Just […]

Choice

She’s old and frail. Her skin, under the harsh hospital lights, looks white-blue. The wrinkles and liver spots on her hands remind him of her age, of the life that […]

End

Despite his young age, Rune drifts effortlessly across the battlefield. His sword, the legendary Solslakter, cuts through the slange warriors in one swipe. The slithering monsters all crumble down at […]