J. J. L. Brun

I will primarily write my stories in my native language which is danish. So many of you will probably not be able to read it... and for that I am truly sorry.

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J. J. L. Brun

I will primarily write my stories in my native language which is danish. So many of you will probably not be able to read it... and for that I am truly sorry.

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A Plague Of Birth

J. J. L. Brun

1 min read

This world hasn’t been the same since the incident. Many of us don’t know what caused it, but what we know is that it left us with a world which had forever changed.

Women all over the globe fell ill with the same mysterious symptoms. A boiling fever that left their skin damp to the touch. Misty eyes covered with a glass-like film. But most chilling, a belly suddenly great with child.

The scientis...

Fantasy

J’Haraa At The Court

J. J. L. Brun

15 min read

_“How long do you think before she’s dead?” _Achuril, the newly anointed privy-maid whispered. _“I mean she’s even whiter than the snow now,” _Her giant blue eyes framed by the laced blonde hair, almost sparkled in the dim light of the royal bedchamber.

J’haraa shushed at the girl. _“I’m trying to focus,”_

_“Father told me that if she dies, it’ll be a matter of time before we see an all-out war,” ...

Fantasy

The People Has Spoken

J. J. L. Brun

1 min read

The telly crackles as he takes to the stage.

Even if the people has spoken, my anger rages.

His glow and his smirk implicates that it’s time for revenge.

I can’t help but dreading that I’m no longer safe.

The telly goes black and I stare at my reflection.

Black, curly hair and a more liberal stance on life.

That makes me a target for the next four years....

Poetry

Horror

Blue Suede

J. J. L. Brun

1 min read

They were expensive, actually costed more than I hoped to pay.

The emptiness of my wallet and the black hole I call my bank account… well, what’s another day without food?

I drag a finger across the soft fabric. It’s blue and delicate to the touch. The acidic smell I have to get used to, but I got used to the small flat I live in.

The soles of the shoes shines with a shimmer. I have placed them ...

YA fiction

The Muncher Of The Broken

J. J. L. Brun

1 min read

“Have you ever heard about ‘The Muncher of The Broken’” I lean in, almost touching the childs freckled face. A grin escapes my mouth at the sight of her freightend face.

“It is said that the creature stalks its prey with an almost perpetual grin smeared across the gaunt mask of a face”

The faint beginning of a cry contorts her lips and a tremble appears. I feel nothing. Where my empathy once was, ...

Mystery

YA fiction

One Day At A Time - The Wave

J. J. L. Brun

1 min read

_We have always been told that we ought to live one day at a time. Enjoy the precious time we have, stop and smell all the flowers and take in the beautiful scenery of our planet. Buthow am I supposed to take one day at a time, when time is so elusive? In my culture, it is customary for a young girl like me to partake in what is known as The Wave. This happens the very moment we turn 18. Suddenly ...

Drama

YA fiction

After the Sacrifice

J. J. L. Brun

1 min read

Was it fate. It could be if it wasn’t for the fact that I didn’t believe in it. But she was here. In flesh and blood and putrid smell. It was hundred years ago since The Sacrifice had taken place and I had almost forgotten how to act surprised. The Conclave of Glorious Wizardy, where I served as secretary wizard, had agreed to sacrifice the most despicable witch. Recent events in the war between t...

Fantasy

The Time-Eaters

J. J. L. Brun

2 min read

My mind is reeling from the smell of burned meat. It’s been too long since we’ve been able to eat anything besides the vegetables, so my hopes are high. I sigh at the possibility of substantial food. Since the Doom I have learned to take everything with a grain of salt, because in every positive thing, there’s always something negative.

“You seem more gloomy than usual,” Maturana eyes me with a hi...

Science fiction

Horror

The Killers of the Light

J. J. L. Brun

1 min read

"And when the Gods of Light descend, that's when we make our move!" Beating on his ceremonial drum, Kaltec'h eyes me suspiciously, as if he knows what i'm thinking.

"Can't we just do it now?" Dorlec'h growls with his trademark growl. Everytime that monster of a man talks I get the feeling that the inside of my lanky frame is churning.

"Forgetting that the Gods are weary and aware of our intentions...

Fantasy

Action & adventure