Dust on a Dusty road..

As always on mondays getting up was equal to walking through a 10 feet thick wall of ice. Espescially since i was up skiing since 8 a.m at a sunday, when I was awake till 3 A.M. at saturday night. I had to go to class, early in the morning, and that was not a good feeling. As i was so tired that i felt like sleeping, all through the day.

I know i probably don't have any readers anymore and that this will be pointless to say.. But nevertheless.. I've just seen what I consider a good and creative movie, which somehow draws me to my digital home, My blog. (It might shock some of you that the movie I was just watching was "the red dragon" the "follow-up" to Hannibal. Where the intellectual cannibal Hannibal Lecter, yet again, almost manages to kill the f.b.i agent that almost caught him, it really is a good movie you know.. I bet the book, if there is a book, is good too. Hannibal is a good movie to by the way, and anthony hopkins a brilliant actor. If you by now have jumped to the conclusion that I'm a sick human being, you may or may not be right, as I'm in the process of finding out now.) I know i almost never write anything here anymore, the motivation for it is somewhat lacking because it seems that noone really cares if i write here or not, and in the end. Thats why I'm here, I...

Hello boys and gals, (I know this is a bit late, but..) I wish you a Merry Christmas, I wish you a Merry Christmas , I wish you a Merry Christmas, and a happy new year. At least I wasn't late for that last one eh? Cyber drinks for everybody! Thou shall not suffer. (All I want for Christmas is more comments on my litterature works :P). Regards, Ragnar

Its been a while since the last one, simply because I needed some time to picture how the battle would be. The sunlight started creeping over the nearing hills as Rendal planted his feet outside the tent, he clenched his fists and shouted "To arms my brethren!", after the echoes had retreated total silence replaced them, even the horses were silent, then the first warning came in, the howl of a shadowlurker sounded twice. Even if noone had heard the weak wardrums, nobody would ever have missed the penetrating howl, unless they were deaf. Somehow the camp started moving again, the howls had triggered a part of their minds were the only things that existed were warlust and obedience, total obedience. Everyone was getting ready for battle, saddling horses, preparing their armor, sharpening their weapons, eating and drinking, feeding horses and so on. The camp was now a stew of noice and shuffling, but due to effiency and discipline the camp was cleared up in less than twenty mi...

Yes, I already know that I'm a very talented man, yes, thank you, no, do not praise me to much for my incredible work.. What is all this fuss about ? Well I managed to custom write a blog script for my use and apply in less than one day. Not only that, but I also had to mess with the design, and deal with minor(and huge) bugs as I kept going, but nontheless. Now I am done, finito, finished, my work is completed, now all I need is for someone to post something in my open blog, it will be seen rotating on blogsoldiers, blogexplosion and hopefully blogmad also. Index: http://www.retardus.com/openblog/ Where you can post: http://www.retardus.com/openblog/index.php?work=postp Thank you for your time.. Will be back soon with some more extremely creative content :) Warm regards, Ragnar

Another day, yes, a new day, new opportunities, the world lays at your feet. But in fact it does not, the further you go into the presence of day, the more you feel that the world is definately not at your feet. In fact you start feeling that the world is as far away from laying at your feet as is possible for the world. So after having a meal for breakfast, that tasted lousy, you logged onto your computer.. Amazed you realize that your computer at least is working fine, the internet and all, so you try to log on to your blog to tell the world how your day is working out.. You trie once.. "Blog doesn't exist in our database." you try twice, "Blog doesn't exist in our database." and the third time you try, you allready know what is going to happen."Blog doesn't exist in our database.", you visit your own blog, and again it says. "Blog doesn't exist in our database.". You naturally assume that this is happening to everyone else usin...

It caught you didn't it, the title I mean, Death, this might help you understand why there is so much of just that in the media, would any of you've read on if it said "how to dust your chair properly"? Death, oh how it attracts humans' attention, we're like vultures lurking above looking for more of the dead. Its an amazing thing, death, how it affects the human mind in so many different ways. When you see a dead body you might be feeling in awe, utterly terrified and almost insanely intrigued at the same time. I believe that one of the reasons many people actually feel intrigued by dead bodys is that it is so uncomprehendable to us humans that something might make us dissapear without anything left. I'm not a christian or a buddhist or a muslim, and I've got no grudge towards them(or people who follow any other religious direction), their way of living, or their beliefs, I consider myself a mix of an atheist and an agnostic, since none of the religi...

Warning: Long post, (and for those who worry about such things, I'm told that this is pretty "heavy" fantasy writing.) At last I decided to just put up the whole prologue of my upcoming book (A thread of hope.. Oh you guessed that already ? Well.. whatever!) and (of course) I want to know what you think of it... Its a pretty long read I guess.. Anyway, good luck! :-) Prologue of «A thread of hope» Part 1.«The crystal tower» A mild south east wind blew slowly throughout the charred town, and spread the macabre smell of death and ashes through the windows of the few houses left intact. It was placed around the top of a scorched round hill, was about 2000 feet east, west, north and south, it was surrounded by a wooden palisade, and the top was surrounded by 20 feet tall reinforced granite walls. The streets were literally soaked with blood, crushed coal lay spread on top, and to make matters worse, random body parts lay everywhere. This left the road looking like a river of ...

I don't know whats happened to me but I find that I have a lot less energy to do the things that I do in a day, and because my life is as hectic as it is somehow I manage to prioritize in a way that puts blogging far down the list. I say again, that this is not because I don't like my blog, or to post, but simply because I have other priorities.. I already feel a bit more cheery.. (Seriously) Important psychological question: Well I've just been doing a bit of thinking on this subject lately, and I can't help but wonder if men and women experience love for each other differently.. I do not intend to turn all "soapy" on you, and I hope you can see the philosophical value in discussing such a subject, so that you will allow me to go on without pressing the "x" formed button to the top right.. The downside is, that it is very difficult to prove that Men and Women experience love differently, or the opposite, because of the difficulty of actually express...

The strongest's right. The moon rose up to illuminate the trees, Little did the small birds know. That they were about to be killed, by just one killing blow. When the moon was on the peak of its course on the cloudless sky. The birds were all dead, but had got no time to dread, or not even to wonder why. But why would someone want to kill, some birds that had done nothing wrong. The wrongdoer must be weird? Or maybe even feared? Perhaps seen in a human throng? The wrongdoer was not weird and never feared, but in his eyes his actions were his right. The strongest's right was what he callled it, he would have the king to be the best to fight. The inventer of this, discussed little thing, called the strongest's right. He was not even large, not close to strong and far from what is called bright. But one thing he did, though stupid it was, he invented "the strongest's right". So watch your mouth then, and lock all your doors, and seal your windows tight. Noone wi...

I realize that the spaces of time between my posts has been increasing lately and I'm going to put this straight.. I like blogging, I won't stop if i can help it, at least not for a while, but somehow the free time needed for blogging has eluded me. Either I've been to tired or to busy or to sick to get myself to sit down in front of my computer and concentrate on writing a post. I've noticed another upside to keeping my blog alive, even when I don't bother putting any effort into an english assignment I never get grades worse than B+ so needless to say I am quite satisfied by that. And now (*insert "To the moment you've all been waiting for" in a 'TV voice' here*) "The 'Retired' Assasin Part 5" Will unfold below. The so called "Beast" vas sitting at a small wooden table in a large tent, the fire in the middle of it was burning low, and because of the retreating darkness it was easy to tell that it was nearing dawn. ...

The sun went down And sat a golden crown Upon the mountains in the west. The jagged spires, Looked like fires, Upon the mountains in the west. The creatures saw, And gaped in awe, Upon the mountains in the west. The free man saw, And noticed a flaw, Upon the mountains in the west. As snow did melt, The sun was felt, Upon the mountains in the west. The water found a way, To avoid the mountain stay, Upon the mountains in the west. As the water rushed down, To escape the golden crown, The mountains they fell, Almost creating hell, Oh yes they fell, They crashed down I can tell. The mountains in the west.

Poetic Tuesday: "Rules": Be poetic, your poem does not have to rhyme or have any rythm as long as you judge it to be a poem. (link to banner image below the text.) Poetic tuesday is meant as an effort to help people discover just how creative they can be, and just how talented they are at writing poetry. Of course we have our own banner to go with it ^^ Link to banner. Now Be poetic and creative.. Sincerely, Ragnar.

This is Part four of the story I have chosen to temporarily call "The 'Retired' Assasin", ultimately that will be the name of the first chapter, but until I find another title for the story, it will remain named "The 'Retired' assasin". "The 'retired' assasin" Part 1 link. "The 'retired' assasin" Part 2 link. "The 'retired' assasin" Part 3 link. At this time the so called "Beast" was ravaging large parts of Rolega, one of the "Civilized States", it was rumoured that this was one of the huge barbarians that were living north of the border, and given the fact that Rolega was indeed the Civilized state placed north of all the others, that he drank blood and dressed in skin from the creatures he slay, be it man or bear or wolf. The facts in this matter was of course incredibly different from what the rumours would have told as true, and as the "Beast " progressed further ...

For those who have turned reading my blog into a daily or semi-daily/weekly habit, it may seem that I have deliberately eluded posting anything to my blog due to not being interested in it at all. This however is not the case, I have been away from "cyber space" because I was visiting some relatives that does not have a computer with internet connection, so I have simply been unable to post something or fix anything on my blog. But even before I left, a lot of time passed betweend the posting of each post , due to my striving to make my blog better. Sadly I have to say that this was a bucketful of wasted effort as I used my time to think of a new slogan or background or minor details about my blog's design instead of filling up my blog with content. As it is I'm planning to post at least another part of "the 'retired' assasin" series and fix the contents of the the first three parts of it. Sincerely, The president of the UPD (United Posts of Dust ...

I've been very tired lately. So I've not had the energy to sit down, and write something over a long period of time. I've been having friends over a lot too, so... "The 'retired' assasin" Part 1 link. "The 'retired' assasin" Part 2 link. The Retired assasin was now watching the large man closely. He thought "Thats not how you really look fella.." , he just knew that the man he saw was an illusion, there could be no other reason for the guys with the "orders" to pay him a visit. He decided that it had to be someone he knew or once had known, and as he did the illusion was no longer what his eyes saw. His eyes was now studying the confusing process of the illusion's self destruction, at first, it switched back and forth between what the object/person really looked like faster and faster, and when it started to switch back and forth so fast that you could only see a blur, then the blur turned back into the illusion an...

I mentioned in my last post that my creativity was back, and this is one of the many results as a cause of that. "The 'retired' assasin" Part 1 link "The 'retired' assasin" Part 2. The assasin looked at the large, well-built man standing in front of the splinters left of his door. He quickly twirled his knives and hid them in his sleeves with amazing speed. "King, me?" He said incredolously and laughed. "I can barely afford to live in this simple hut, or do they by any chance call this a palace where you're from?" He continued slowly in a farmer's accent. The large man burst out in laughter. "Not that kind of king, for quite a long period a time, a little while ago, you were known as 'The king of Shadows' but the fact that we found you hidden here, tells me that you were not worthy of such a glorious title." The large man said, eyening the sleeves of the retired assasin briefly. "Another assasin...

Today I've been having lots of new Ideas on stories thats "in the workshop".. I feel the urge to continue some of the stories I've started during my time blogging over here, so I'll try to continue something and I'll be back later.. I hope.. Sincerely, The President of The UPD (Translation UPD = United Posts of Dust on a Dusty Road)

I've been redoing the whole site and adding new sections to the site, at http://www.retardus.com for most of the day and you can of course check it out, we are not trying to insult anyone with the use of the domain name or anything, we only have the domain name because we just call ourselves the Retardus team. Other than that I've made myself dinner, been out cycling and watched booring shows on the television. Now.. To the poll results. To tal Number of Votes: 69 A total of 51 out of 69 considered themselves to be intellectual, which is quite good, given the fact that they really are intellectual, 12 said NO which is allright, the question was about what they considered themselves to be, not what they really were, and 6 were Not sure, which is NOT all right under any circumstance, to answer that you are not sure on a question like this is like Screaming "I'm STUPID" to an audience, you should be glad that I didn't log your Name, IP and regular Adress, and se...

Well.. I have to post something on a regular basis to keep this blog alive, but yet again, my creativity seems to have left me for the day at least.. It seems I am too busy with other matters in my life to use my imagination to something as time consuming as writing or thinking out some story. Its pretty irritating I can tell you that.. Trying to concentrate on the writing exactly when something else pops into your brain. Thinking "Then what happens next?" and suddenly "Why did that happen?" about something different entirely.. I've also had a friend over, we ate, played some computer multiplayer games, and watched a rental.. Thats my "today".. How was yours?