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Vårsång hösten var så grå och kall vintern kom med is och snö mörk var världen all aldrig blev det tö årstiderna har sin gång och snart du och jag förnam efter vinter lång solen tittar fram luften sin kyla mister det har redan gått ett år en blomknopp brister ute är det vår

Nightmares The nightmare woke him up. He could not remember what it had been about, only that it was horrible. It was in the middle of the night. He sat up, his body drenched in sweat. The room was dark and silent. He went up and headed for the bathroom. When he passed the kitchen, he noticed that there were no lights outside. In fact, the entire street was totally blacked out. “Must be an electrical failure,” he thought, and his apprehension proved to be right when he attempted to switch on the lights. After having a glass of water, he headed for bed. Before he got there though, a loud banging was heard from the roof. He froze w

The case of the murdrered man I lit a cigarette, took a deep puff and several aching coughs followed. I put it out and leaned back into my worn out office chair, resting with my eyes closed. I opened them and looked at the smoldering remains of the cigarette. I lit another and breathed its smoke. I coughed like hell. It was one of those days. It had been ages since any clients had knocked on my door, signed “Neil Spade’s Detective Agency” and my only enjoyment the last few days had been to go down to the liquor store and restock on tequila. It’s the only brew cold enough for these hot summer days, and my forehead was in

The Race It was about to start any second now. The craft had been raised from its depot up through the floor of the track. In just a moment the countdown would begin in sync with the announcer’s voice. It would reach zero and at that moment, Neil would press the pedals and his ship would be thrown forward with near sonic speed. This would be a very important race. A decisive race. A race he had been preparing for his whole life. About 15 years earlier a new cadet had walked into the Mirage Anti-Gravity Excellence Centre (MAGEC) in Dubai with the aim of becoming an anti-gravity racing pilot. The then 17 year old Neil Freeman had gra

What's the greatest joy of yours? I know, it must be chocolate of course! Well, I don't mind sweets Or some fun beneath the sheets But what I like more than all of these Is something else (not cheese) A thread that's woven out of signs And placed before you upon lines I a pattern so divine It challenges the mind By a tailor with the skill To summon worlds with simple will Enjoy it while your glance Flies through the rows in dance Can you guess this joy of mine Can you guess, it's on a line This pleasure makes me sigh God damn, it makes me high! NF 090215

Ed Eddie never had any friends. This was probably because no one really liked him. He had always tried his best though. When he moved to town when we were kids, he told everyone how rich his dad was and how big his allowance was. He quickly made a lot of friends this way, but they all found him less exciting when it was revealed that his widower father was a janitor. He gained no popularity in school due to his habit of, instead of raising his hand, shouting the answer to the teacher. Answers which were often incorrect. During breaks it was no different. Eddie would make countless attempts at persuading us to join in his ridiculous games

The secret treasure I rarely eat at home. I live alone and seldom, if ever, feel eager enough to spend long hours preparing my meals, which I know will not be very edible anyway. Instead, I go down to the harbor on my way home after work. I am employed as a secretary at an import firm, and since my office is located not too far from an old food place down by the docks, I go there every night for my dinner. It was one such evening when I happened to stumble upon the most interesting character. I had just ordered in my usual, peppered beef, when a grumpy voice behind me said: “Enjoying your steak, are ya lad?” I turned around, ra