I’m getting too old.
For imaginary friends.
No! Not when I write.
Author: mariasjostrand
Author of Saving Hell, a comedic fantasy about optimism, the afterlife, and a surprisingly pleasant Hell.
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Limbo
Blindness. And silence. But for your own beating heart.
The only sound you’ll ever hear, tearing your sanity apart.
Witch Burn
“Let’s celebrate that we don’t burn women anymore.”
“Sure. How should we do that?”
“Let’s burn a woman.”
“What?! No! That’s a horrible way.”
“Oh. Okay. Then let’s burn a doll.”
A/N: Another odd, Danish tradition.
Danish Tradition
It’s time to cut the cake.
And so the children scream.
In lieu of the silent cake.
Scream, scream. Off with his head!
A/N: We have some weird traditions here in Denmark…
Writing Goals
I tried a chapter,
And I quickly gave up.
So I went for a page
… still couldn’t back it up.
Perhaps a paragraph
Is the way to go?
I quickly discover
That the answer is no.
But a single sentence.
Success! (if but small).
And a little is far more
Than nothing at all.
Poem #170 (Cloudy Day)
Jasmine
No friends
As a princess
Only he.
Circus cub
Fierce tiger
Protector of she.
Little Red Balloon
Just such a lovely poem that I felt that I needed to share it 😀
Belle
A clock irate,
A teacup chipped,
The candelabra, he connives.
The beast, he fought,
But so did they,
The stuff that came alive.
Ariel
Little red crab,
With a musical voice.
Fretful but never unkind.
Sent by order,
Stayed for love,
In the world that ate his kind.
Maria Sjöstrand 