- Original Work (2)
- Historical RPF (1)
- Fairy Tales & Related Fandoms (1)
- Little Red Riding Hood (Fairy Tale) (1)
- Norse Religion & Lore (1)
You know what. When brain-munching zombies start showing up all over the place, what happens to the people who happens to be anywhere but home? Well let's find out!
A group of ridiculously international university students find themselves in quite a pickle as a mix of viruses, family issues, and malfunctioning governments seriously ruin their summer-break. With everyone having their own reason for not being able to go home, Francis offers refuge in his family's holiday mansion on the British countryside. But can the mismatched group of lovers, friends, enemies, and frenemies make it there from America in one piece?
Probably not. But this would be a pretty boring story if everything went smoothly, right?
Friends and enemies are made, ships set sail, and some people still can't accept that everyone's different.
This will be awesome!
26 Aug 2017
This is a short story I wrote for my history class. First chapter is the English translation, second chapter is the original in Swedish. Feedback is always welcome. It takes place during the winter 1675-1676, when the witch hunting in Sweden neared its end...
26 Aug 2017
Rowen is a happy young girl, living with her friends in the village. It was as good a life as one could wish for. Three meals a day, cookies with Grandma, hide-and-seek with Hunter, a warm bed to sleep in. She didn't need more. But of course something goes wrong. Else I wouldn't have a story to tell you, right? Reimagining of the classic fairy tale Little Red Riding Hood. Originally written in Swedish for writing class and then translated. The first chapter is the story in English, the second chapter is in Swedish.
Fandoms: Original Work, Norse Religion & Lore, Mythology
23 Aug 2017
A decade. A century. A millennium. It doesn’t matter. We’ve been here for longer than that. We’ve seen you rise and we’ve seen you fall. Up and down, up and down. You never stop, do you? Well, neither do we. You spoke our names with awe and gave us gifts. You spoke our names with hate and tried to ban us. It didn’t work out as you planed. We’re still here. Behind every corner, in every city, in every country. You don’t notice. How little you see. You’re not alone in adapting to change. We did too. Our values are still here. We will remain as long as they do. New decade, new century, new millennia. What difference does it make? Time never mattered to Gods anyway.
A mythology nerd, a tumblr post, and a persistent plot bunny coming together. A take on how the old Gods and Goddesses have adapted to our modern world. Mentions of mature themes.