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Thor’s Iron Gloves

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)

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Odin’s Last Walk

Odin walked. He had been walking for a long time. He knew now, what he hadn’t wanted to believe. From his throne he had seen it, both with the eye he still had, and the one floating in Mimir’s well. His two ravens, Hugin and Munin had whispered it in his ears for centuries. He had to go there, he had to see it up close.

He had walked between humans, wandered among them. He had travelled through the whole of Midgard, asked, investigated. It was just as bad as he had feared… (More)

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Home

An illustration practice. Here’s a little story, too, or at least some kind of description.

They stood at the edge of the canyon, watching the water below. The red sky felt comforting, as always, and their little house was waiting on top of the hill on the other side. The journey had been long, but they were finally home… (More)

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Definitely Alive (Audio story)

Frank’s dream is to bring the dead back to life. He experiments with insects, and moves on to lizards and mice. Humans are his goal. He learns he’s playing a dangerous game.

You can listen to the video below, or check out my post on steemit where the video version is published in written form.

This story was originally published in two parts here on Fictionspawn Monsters, and was later re-edited into one. You can read it here: Revive

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Connected

It wasn’t the treads’ fault. It was the people controlling them. Mind control. There was no escape. The treads were everywhere, connected to every mind, every thought, every heartbeat.

Milka opened the door.

-Come in, he said. -Fast!

He looked down the street. Up the street. Then closed the door.

-Are you OK? Tanker looked at him with a worried frown. His friend had always been nervous by nature, but he acted strange. 

-I’m perfect! Milka guided Tanker in to the living room. -Do you feel it?
-Feel what? Tanker looked around the room. Suddenly he realised what it was. The treads were different. They didn’t tell him what to do. He looked at Milka with big, scared eyes. -What did you do?