Archive for death

Little boxes, English

Posted in Fiction / Short stories / Noveller, Musings / Luddiga tankegångar, Projects in potentia / Potentiella projekt with tags , , , , , , , , on May 25, 2011 by gaijin

The package arrived on a Monday. At some point during the afternoon, someone had left it outside our door. It had been raining all week, but around noon the sun had come out, so when I found it when I got home from work it was dry. It was a normal cardboard box roughly around the size of a shoe box, with brown strings wrapped around it securing the lid firmly in place. Continue reading


Osama part 2, Guest writer. English

Posted in Angry rants from hell, Guest writer / Gästskribent, Musings / Luddiga tankegångar, Politics / Politik with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , on May 3, 2011 by gaijin

Again, I find myself with a post written by someone else… someone… who is not me. I wasn’t going to comment much on the whole bin Laden-business, but… you know what they say, in for a penny – in for a pound! The following post is written by a friend. Continue reading

Heartsgrove forest part 3, English

Posted in Fiction / Short stories / Noveller, Heartsgrove, Projects in potentia / Potentiella projekt with tags , , , , , , , on April 27, 2011 by gaijin

It was just all so unfair! Feeling angry and sad I threw myself onto the bed desperately clinging to a pillow, letting it smother my sobs and dry my tears. My room was the smaller one of two rooms on the second floor, barely enough room for a bed, a bedside table with a candlestick on it and an old dresser that looked ancient. Continue reading

Heartsgrove forest part 2, English

Posted in Fiction / Short stories / Noveller, Heartsgrove, Poetry / Poesi with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on April 26, 2011 by gaijin

-“Finally dad! You’re always late!” I said when he pulled alongside the curb. -“Aw Jack, I’m not that late. I just had to pick up some stuff from work, you know how it is.”  Yeah. I did know how it was. Looking in through the window of the front passenger seat I saw it was full of manila folders and thick stacks of paper. Sighing, I threw my backpack into the back seat and got in after it. Continue reading

Fallen leaves and weird death, English

Posted in Fiction / Short stories / Noveller, Musings / Luddiga tankegångar with tags , , , , , , , , , , , on April 19, 2011 by gaijin

Around two this morning, I woke up. Not the gentle waking-up of a body coming out of much needed rest, or the slow but sweet awakening of when the sun slowly starts to light the room. No, this was a very special type of awakening. Continue reading

The Death of a potential human, English

Posted in Parenthood / Föräldraskap with tags , , , , , , on April 12, 2011 by gaijin

Yesterday, I read a very good post (one of many, she is a wise woman) by a friend . She wrote about what and how things had happened when her and her man (I hesitate using that terminology usually, but in this case it’s clear – he belongs to her. ;) came to the hospital to deliver their first child. It was a tale of confusion, of frustration and of things done wrong. I apologize if this post contains spelling errors and grammatical abuse: the topic makes me angry, and I seem to be missing a spell-checker. Now.. go on. Continue reading

Bamse, English version

Posted in Pets / Husdjur with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , on March 20, 2011 by gaijin

I woke up this morning with my son right beside me, pushing gently on my shoulder. With a big grin on his face, he squeaked out a cheery “Dad! Breakfast!” The dog was at his usual place at the foot of the bed and was snoring and relaxing in a fashion that only he can pull off. Before I even had time to swing my feet over the edge of the bed Z heard a sound by the door and his face lights up like the sun. “Mommy, Mommy is coming!”. Ida has been working all night for the first time in a while, which means that she comes home early in the morning. Both Z and Bamse bounced out of bed to greet her. She sounded really happy and while cuddling with Bamse she tried to communicate to the kid that he should perhaps put on some clothes so he could go to kindergarten. Continue reading