Dust on a Dusty road..

The weird smile. The sun a coin of molten fire. Heating like a huge pyre. The dunes of sand stretched out as far as the eye could see. The sting of sun upon uncovered skin felt like the sting of a bee. A man dressed in black, stood on a dune and watched over to the east. His eyes were crazed, his mind was dazed, and he thought he saw a feast. The sun a coin of molten fire. Heating like a huge pyre. The man had no water, and he had not had a drink since the end of the last week. He should have been dead but his soul did not break loose and leave him with a shriek. He could barely stand as his eyes saw only the feast. He could not move nor walk, no, not in the least. The sun a coin of molten fire. Heating lite a huge pyre. The man tried to move and as a result was forced to fall. He had not realized the dune he was on had a drop quite so tall. As he landed below the top of the dune he had sank down to his hips. His mind was lost as he thought he was swimming and kissing a woman on the l...

For some the actions of the characters might seem apalling and I would not reccomend you to read it if you abhor reading about violence/criminalities no matter what the story. I do not however base the entire text on violence and "criminalities" so if you are up to reading something inventive for a change you would do yourself a favor by reading on. The Mender felt exhausted as he walked away from the alley, and despite the young woman's urgent tone he could not make himself increase the pace of his walk. Typical, I have just mended her and she tries to tell me what to do in return.. "My lady is hold captive by your organization, They torture her often and for no reason at all." She was repeating herself he noticed, but he did not offer her the slightest amount of attention. "For Great Mother's sake! She needs your help or she will be tattooed!" Abrubtly he stopped, the woman's lady was also a witch? For Mother's sake indeed. "Fine I...

I have been suffering from a severe case of writer's block lately, but suddenly as I was kind of boring myself nearly to death my imagination worked itself to new hights. If you're reading this, I hope you will consider reading the entire post and even post a comment. Thank you in advance. Oh and if you notice any difference in the size of the letters, I'm on my brothers laptop at the moment, sitting in some damn old house far out in the countryside. There was a cold breeze blowing into the face of the Mender as he drew closer to the backstreet in where his chosen victim lay in shock . Mender, bah! They call me damned for the simplest reason, I am different. He noticed the positure of her body as he came closer, she was simply lying slumped in a curled ball, bloody and beaten. He readied himself, he cleared out all thoughts and daydreams, this was not a time to be distracted. As he walked into the dirty alley, he crouched down in front of her and took her head into his glo...

I realize that I've not let you know much about me, so I think it is about time I let the world know a few things about my person. I'm young, I bet you've realized that allready.. Anyhow, I've never experienced being in love and as it is of today, I dinstance myself from all the bs thats going on about everyone needing love cause I'm managing quite fine over here. I'm a bit paranoid, I hate self pity, in myself and in others, and most of the times I am almost content with my life, and this almost contentness sometimes leads to loneliness, depression, and hated self-pity which does not last more than a few minutes at a time cause I am able to think of other things or do something. Allthough I'm trying to make a few changes in it, I either am not motivated enough for it or simply do not have the will power to do it, cause I am failing at changing the daily course of my life. I have just been in Rome, and allthough a bit dissapointed at the taste of the food t...

Great men has once said that all roads leads to rome, and by saying "great men" I do not mean men whose power has enabled them to terrorize their people in terrible ways, I mean men who has had the wisdom to realize that even though the centre of wisdom did not exist, the centre of power was indeed the centre of power do exist, and this enables for the possibility of a centered world, that gets ideas and inspiration from the centre of power. Somehow I find that the time has come for me to travel to this never forgotten once upon a time centre of power. I will see if I can bring you some photos of my own when i return.

Have a wonderful and romantic Valentine's day y'all! (And to those that realize that Valentine's Day is a product of capitalism, well, have a good regular day.. lol)

Most serial killers are seriously deluded, in other words, totally insane crackheads that think they do stuff for reasons that are made up of 95% complete bullshit. Some of them are so insane that they do it for what they call "fun", they do it because they like it, and some (in my eyes the most seriously insane crackheads) do it because they believe it helps their victims. I wonder how one human being belive it has the right to actually decide whats good for another human being. And espescially how can a human being kill another human being based on his/her beliefs. What made these people known as serial killers act the way they have done? It's often said that child molesters where molested themselves as a child, but it's quite hard for a living serial killer to have been killed by a serial killer when he/she was a child, so what turns these people into the monsters they become? I believe that if a childs childhood is incredibly lacking, the child will evolve a distr...

Where did that come from? I've been getting like not very many visitors for the last few days, and my creativeness has been hiding from me, and yet. I receive an award, how weird is that ? Anyway, thanks to the one that nominated me to the award, and of course the owner of the blog that gave me the award. Thanks mom and dad, for not encouraging me to write, thanks to all my english teachers giving me higher grades than I deserve because of my evolved vocabulary, thanks to all my readers, and thanks to Mr. Fab at Pointless drivel for being a spreader of drivel, oh and thanks to Msdemmie for her ongoing support, you really need to visit her blog , it was her that should have gotten this award.. Thanks everyone

Wait, is that even a word ? lol.. Anyhow, does anyone have some sort of elixir or yoghurt or milkshake, or cake, or cookie, or SOMETHIGN!?!? That can refill my dose of creativity ? If you do.. Please, seirously, PLEASE post a comment with a link to it or something.. lol.. Sincerely, Ragnar

The sky was black on a winter night. And clouds were hiding the stars so bright. The forest as ever was full of trees. And the leaves were all moved by the lightest breeze. There were no shadows as there were no light. But still you could hear the sounds of a fight. The animals that lived in the forest so huge. Were fighting to get themselves the right to refuge. From the hunters out there calm in the night. The animals wanted to hide, but never got it right. The deadliest animals ever to be in sight. Were sitting on the hill watching the animals fight. The hunters so deadly they were, at night. The hunters so deadly they were, at night. The animals fought and though some did win. They almost immediately got punished for their sin. As the hunters decided that the time was right. The hunters so deadly they were at night. They loaded and readied their guns just right. The clicks were never heard amidst the fight. The animals did everything wrong that night. The hunters so deadly they wer...

As Rendal was looking over his restless men, he could not help but wonder if any of them actually betrayed them, allthough their betrayal might be the only reason that they were alive and free now, it could present humongous problems later. Actually, if there was a betrayer, and if he somehow managed to contact the thieves, most likely none of them would survive this week. God how he hated the damn mondays! Your plan worked master, you might have saved his and many of his men's lives. Sarize thought intently, and made it wander, wander until it reached her master's mind. Of course it worked! Have I ever given you any reason to doubt my abilities? The thought was forced into her mind like a nail into a plank. No. Her simple answer brought a long silence upon her mind, after the series of intense interruptions it had suffered this last hour, finally being able to relax was soothing. The boy must live, see to it that he does, and remember, you suffer the same fate as him. With thi...

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...