Month: September 2017

A Viking’s Death

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If you ask a person how they want to die,

Most people quite agree.

The best way to go is quietly,

Sleeping in, utterly carefree.

 

But if you ask a Viking, it’s a different matter,

As this is what they’ll say.

Die with honour and vigour, sword in your hand,

And it’s worth having to go away.

 

Away to Valhalla where you’ll sit among,

The greatest warriors ever to die.

Odin himself is sat not far from you,

As you listen to the battle cry.

 

So what will it be, if you had to choose?

Sleeping peacefully in, or the never-ending booze?

 

 

Steel

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She was steel.

Back straight, head held high.

No blushes, sideways glances,

Nothing coy and nothing shy.

 

She was steel.

Always standing proud and tall.

Stubbornness personified.

And determined to never fall.

 

She was steel and yet so kind.

For strength does not leave compassion behind.

 

 

Writing

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I’ve decided that I am writing a book.

Or at least that is what I’m trying.

Maybe it would be more correct to say,

I’m just keeping myself from crying.

 

But maybe I just need words to come out,

Instead of writing, I’ll try a recorder.

Then afterward I can begin to worry,

About the words and about the order.

 

I dream of a character, who’s funny and deep,

And all my readers truly adore him.

But for now, my only wish is this:

To not kill my readers through boredom.

 

And the hope that keeps me going is really quite simple.

The second book will be easier, oh, please God will it

 

 

 

Stuck In Traffic

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Mie Kjerulff

Jim had just picked up Tina from work and they were snailing their way through the late afternoon traffic. Even with the windows rolled all the way down the car was like an oven. Jim was daydreaming of getting home, grabbing a cold beer and throwing himself on the couch to watch the playoffs.

“I want a divorce,” Tina suddenly declared from the passenger seat.

Jim stared fixedly out of the windshield, at the car in front of them. He wasn’t sure if he had heard her correctly. He couldn’t have. They had been married neigh on 16 years. People didn’t just get divorced out of the blue from someone they had been married to for 16 years. He had definitely heard her wrong.

“Jim, are you listening to me?” She had turned towards him in her seat. “I want a divorce.”

He looked out the window at the oncoming…

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