Mountain rises before me in dwindling sunlight; rolling hills, drawing my very being to it. I am supposed to be here, just like Eagle looking down at us on her way to her nest. Something I recognize, but have not experienced before, rises in my chest, pulling at me, making me long to be here. My gaze rests between the features of the landscape, my heart suddenly beating faster, understanding somet...

We built this ship

We built it to take on an ocean, to soar through waves, to find new shores

We were cutting down trees, laughing in the sun, bathing in the rain

We built this ship, dancing to the sound of chisels and hammers, dreaming in the smell of fresh cut wood

We built and built, thinning the forest and building in the newly opened land

The sun were shining through the trees, heating ...

This story continues from my hunger games prompt - “non-lethal rebellion”

It is too quiet. The birds should be singing by now, the insects buzzing. The sun is already pretty high in the sky, the light finding it’s way though the leaves of my small hide-out. It is just big enough for me to be here, laying flat, but not for me to sit up or move around much. I made it the first day, making sure it b...

“I can’t do it. What if it’s too shallow. What if… it’s definitely cold. No.”

my sister says. We agreed that today would be the day, when not many people were here, when it was overshadowed but the water still warm.

“Come on. I’ve done it so many times. My friends too. You know this”

I try to hide my irritation: it won’t help her. But she knows it’s there, she knows me too well.

“OK” she says, ...

The danish coastline to the west is ever changing, wild and sandy. In the past 500 years it has moved rapidly inwards, the sea swallowing all that is not protected by expensive damns and other construction. Even before the seas rose, many houses slowly sunk into the water, that ate away at the hills, eroding Denmark - and at the same time characterizing the country.

When I lived there, we were no...

I stroke Milos fur, letting my fingers get lost in the thick locks.

“Would you go with me?” I ask him, as his brown eyes meets mine.

“Of course you would” I answer myself, and let my fingers spread out across his huge head, just the way he likes. He closes his eyes and let his head fill my lap.

“I am not even sure you would count as non-lethal” I tell him, and he answers with a sigh “All that as...

“I have just lost everything. Everyone I knew no longer recognize me, the body that I had, the body that could make children, walk and run 40 km a day it’s all… gone.” The blank faces starred at me “Well, for example’s sake” I added, and a few people nodded. “I want you to join me on this journey: what happens if I changed body with someone else?

What am I then: what meaning in my life did I loose...

The black cat sat in the sun, eyes closed, tail still. Then a desperate meowl escaped him, as he began rising, shoulders lifting straight up, back elongating, legs growing, fur falling off in big tuffs - until he was a man.

“My beautiful fur!” He shrieked as he looked around, and saw a tall man, stick in hand and a wide grin on his face.

“Martin?” The former cat said “did you do this?”

“Yes!” ...

“We have to do something” they said again and again, we are told. Back when it was already too late, they said “we have to do something”.

They had already reached some tipping points in the 2020’ies, but they kept going without changing much.

I understand them, I think. Their world had grown too big. There was too much, there was too many things you had to know, too much you could do wrong. Too ...

“Fish!” yelled Mary, as she ran toward the glass in the aquarium.

The fish looked at her, eyes as big as her cat at home, and then said “my name is not fish. It’s Gary”.

Mary was very surprised, not because the fish’ name sounded almost like her own, but because the fish could talk.

“You can talk” she said.

“Yes.” said Gary the fish. “What is your name, two-legged one?”

“I’m a human” said Mary, ...