I look at my shadow and I wonder; is it happy having me as its reflection? Would it live a different life if I changed?
- An original by Nicolai A. E. Jensen
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In light of your disappointments, you still shine.
- An original by Nicolai A. E. Jensen
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He saw himself in another man; a man who chose another way of life. Myths and stories surrounded this humble figure; most would be considered childish and make-believe, but what if they were more than that? A myth sparks a story, a story sparks an adventure, an adventure sparks a journey; the journey within oneself. He found someone he recognised in the myths and stories, he found an identity who sought the same and lived the same life as he.
He would often find himself in the same state of mind, he just couldn’t shake it off him. It stuck to him through thin and thick, life and death. Its clinginess shaped him and pulled him away from familar faces and into the arms of those with no face but a body. Yet he found himself being pulled away even from this.There is no escape from the shadow he casts.
He, surely, would condemn the actions of this mythic figure; simply put, the actions would render one unable to further one’s goals. Maybe these actions were fulfilled through other, more humble, means.
- An original by Nicolai A. E. Jensen
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The 12th October I started my own personal blog. Expect nature, animal, architecture, design, colour, random, art, food posts.
I close my eyes and I can fear the tears run down my cheeks. I can feel them running down, carving grooves into my skin.
You don’t see in on my face, not like I do. You don’t see the tears behind my mask, nor the scars under my skin.
I show no signs of grief because I am a modern human being. Emotions are too fragile, too inhuman to function in this world.
- An original by Nicolai A. E. Jensen
Stilheden, en gang frygtede jeg dig. Du var noget jeg ville skille mig af med, for alt i verden. Du blev til noget ubestemt, der formåede at skræmme mig, hver gang du formanede dig.
Støj blev min ven, en ledsager, der forsikrede mig. Du skubbede stilheden til side og forvissede mig om, at…
Akisumo’s Journal er nu officielt på dansk! Dette markerer en vidunderlig begyndelse på en ny gren og måde, at skrive for mig.
Du finder mine danske noveller HER. Der er et link under beskrivelsen, både på min engelske og danske side, der kan fører dig, derhen, hvor du gerne vil.
Last night I stared into the darkness looking for monsters; their claws, teeth; thirst for blood and hunger for meat.
I stare into the darkness because I fear; its diligence to always manifest; its structure foreign by nature, recognisable in existence.
The darkness manifest uncertain doubt. I feel the claws rend. I feel the teeth gnaw. I feel my body drained; my bare bone framework.
- An original by Nicolai A. E. Jensen
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With a name like that, how could anyone even love her - witch. A vile and despicable female creature. Her hair tangled in twigs, leaves, dirt and mud. A woman not like the establishment. A woman of science, she says. I would spit on her but that would only add to her disgusting persona.
Perhaps her own, God forsaken, Deity find pity in her and slay her where she stands. Unlikely, though, a woman like that only serves one, The devil. I have to remember to pray since I have uttered that thing’s name. It makes me sick to my stomach thinking she walks among us, like she does. Throw her before the gates, or even better burn her, and her soul.
Lord knows only fire can clean her soul. Maybe he will see pity in her and let her enter heaven, I hope not. The Lord knows better than to let creatures like her walk Paradise.
Lord have mercy on my soul.
Signed
~ Zachary Spencer
- An original by Nicolai A. E. Jensen
Little girls with blood on their hands run in circles singing hymns of tales old. Tales wild in both imagination and gore.
At the end of each tale the little girls would roll around in the meadow’s tall grass and soft moss pretending it is the viscera of their newly departed victim.
Their dance is a thing of beauty. Not often would you see little girls of such age express themselves quite like that.
Could they be witches?
- An original by Nicolai A. E. Jensen
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First of, thanks to my many new followers. I hope you find the content on my blog fascinating.
Second of, I currently have 3 drafts waiting the final touch before I post them. This is mainly finding a proper image that helps emphasize the story/atmosphere of my short stories. As I do not have adequate time I may have to put this on hold until the beginning of next month. I may find time prior to this, however, I do not know.
Thirdly, I have been thinking about writing a series of short stories surrounding the phrase “teeth shiver, lights flicker”. The idea is sort of a challenge on my part to make up new stories that in some way, or another, incorporate this particular phrase as one of its core story points. However, I am still debating this - time will tell.
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