Current:
THE VESSEL OF TERROR
Graphic novel - Dark thriller balancing on the borders of sanity. In production. Availiable digitally soon. Join the Facebook group for the latest news.
EVEN THE DEAD DREAM OF HEAVEN
Short novel. A drama crossing the borders of life and death and the intertwining relationships between people and victim and murderer. Click the title for the first two chapters.
NIDAROS 2042
Graphic novel. Futuristic revenge-o-rama set in Trondheim. An assassin's non stop, breathtaking mission to avenge the murder of her family. Join the Facebook group for the latest news.
DWPFF - THE UGLY DUCKLING
A futuristic adaptation of H.C. Andersen's The Ugly Duckling. Appearing in the Digital Webbing Project: Future Fairytales. Massive anthology, available late 2010.
Past:
SYNDROME
Illustrated poem/story. About the sickness in them all.
DØDSENGEL
Intrāre! Apotheōsis! Līberālis! Qliphotic journey. Occult metal. MCD/EP on FMP.
short fiction:
CHORONZON - INTO THE VAST
I wake suddenly, next to my bunk. My head is pounding and my body is cold, apparently from lying on the metal floor for a while. I groan, and start trying to figure out why I’m not in bed. Another bad dream, surely, but I’m all dressed. I’ve never sleep walked before. Like a broken android I stagger to my feet and hunch over the sink to wash my face in the hopes that it’ll clear my mind. I flick on the light and notice in the mirror that my pupils aren’t minimizing themselves. Pale, shark-eyed, without make-up. I look like a mess. There’s commotion somewhere outside and I hit the door release. The door glides open with its distinct hydraulic sound followed by someone cursing down the corridor. Quick metal clanks; Shell runs by, calling behind her:
“Ev, you better see this shit!”
(excerpt from part 4)
I am dead. A sun is burning behind me through the tinted massive glass. I stand up straight, bewildered, numb.
The words come at me in cascades like snow, but before my brain interprets them, they melt. Her voice melts together with the low humming of the fuel cells and the radio static. My senses subside. I can only see memories. Memories of home, of sun piercing through curtains to reach my bed, of the I.C. meeting, of friends waving goodbye. Clear memories of the first day onboard the Choronzon. Sunshine and introductions, laughter and anticipations. The ship shudders, piercing through my memories. My senses emerge again. The radio static increases and Evelyn’s sobbing words become screams. She’s still aiming the Mv9 pistol at me, shaking.
(excerpt from part 5)
RUSSEL TAZE
I splash water on my face, careful not to spill on the camera next to the sink. I can hear One More Night by Phil Collins coming from the bedroom. She’s turned on that damn music channel again. Like this is a honeymoon. This is pretty fucking far from anything like that.
(excerpt)
LITTLE LEOPOLD & LUC
The afternoon sun would shine warmly from a cloudless sky. The leaves on the old oak next to its fallen sister would rattle in the soft summer breeze. Leopold’s unbuttoned blue shirt would play in the wind like a captured kite. He’d shade his eye from the bright sunlight and spot Luc on his way through the high stalks. Every time, Leopold had always felt Luc coming before seeing him. That’s how it’s like with best friends, Luc had said.
(excerpt)
NOT LIKE PEBBLES
‘Come on,’ my uncle called out from the front door, ‘we’re going to find that whore!’
...
Rhevol touches her face. It has been a long time since she’d felt his hands. They are warm, like hers. He kisses her softly, and asks if she’d brought only what was most necessary. She nods, and pushes against him for another kiss. They have to continue. The morning is already turning into evening.
(excerpt)
short film scripts:
NOVEMBER SUN
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