The goliphant suddenly stopped. What’s wrong you stupid animal, the driver said. He whipped it hard on its back. Keep moving!
It moved a couple of steps more, and stopped again. A big trunk was lying blocking the road. What the… The driver silenced. A man came out from the bushes, another out from the leaves of the tree.
Ronad got on his feet, got his sword up from the ground. He stumbled a bit, took another zip of the strong liquor he had in his flask. Leave dis to mee… He mumbled, and went half running down the hill.
The driver lifted his hands. Please! Please don’t…. (more)
No one ever went close to the old house on top of the hill. The last family who lived there fled in a couple of weeks. Others before them had not been as lucky.
Now a car was driving up the driveway. Two children came out from the back seat. The driver helped their mother inside with some boxes and suitcases befre he drove off.
A shadow was watching from the window. Once again they would invade his home, once again he would have to defend his property. Just because he was dead, they thought they could come and take what was his.
They would regret this…
(I’ve been recycling some illustrations lately. This time I’ve done it the other way around: A new illustration to an old story. The story has been edited and you can see the original version here.)
There was a circle of mushrooms underneath some trees in the forest. Smoke could be seen between them, from the ground. It grew. Flames emerged as a hole opened.
A hand came up between the flames, grabbing the edge. Another. Two horns, an evil face. A foot.
The little demon pulled himself out of the hole, got on his feet. Stretched his back, and looked up on the starless sky. The night was coming to an end. Soon ridiculously disgusting human beings would start doing their insignificant things, thinking they mattered.
He wanted to do something different today. ..
He had connected all his old electronic devices and all his new. Only one part remained. Himself. He put his … More
He’s older than the mountains, older than the sea. One foot goes deep down in the ocean bed, the other … More
Thor had been on a journey through Jotunheim, the land of the Giants. On his way home he stopped, and camped by the foot of a mountain. He grilled one of his goats on the fire, ate, and went to sleep.
When he woke up in the morning, his goat had resurrected, as always. The two of them were waiting eagerly to get going, already strapped to the wagon. He got his clothes on, got his power belt on and reached out for his gloves Járngreipnr. They were gone. He looked everywhere, under his blanket, under the rocks around. They were not to be found. Someone had stolen them while he was sleeping.
Dark clouds gathered in the skies as he screamed in fury… (More)