Perfect funeral music. (Poem)

Another poem inspired by happenings in the outside world.

The eerie yet beatiful sound of the piano spread slowly throughout the air
Like a magnificent fish slowly swimming through clear water
The sounds sparkling in ears like tiny rainbows created by a waterfall in the sun
The eerie melody conjuring a moment of magnificent sadness in the listeners
Reminding them of what was gone and at the same time the magnificence that might await.

Continuing further the waves of sound refused to disappear until everyone were enlightened.
The moment was to be spent in happiness and sadness to best present the manner of human life.
Waves of sound enhancing the concentration until the moment seemed to linger.
As if a last demonstration of the true stubborn nature of the deceased.


One hundred.. and Fifty (Fiction)

The man opened his eyes slowly, and to his surprise found himself standing in the middle of a road in something remotely similar to the American suburbs he had once known so well. He paid no notice to the truck heading his way, and continued walking towards it. The first sign of impact was when his nose was pressed flat against his face. He stopped, realizing his nose could not have struck the front of the truck as he now was standing behind it. The fact that he had the ability to pass through trucks provoked no reaction whatsoever in the man, instead he pressed his fingers against the air in front of him. As I thought, thought the man as he started testing the seemingly impenetrable air with his fingers.

A growing sense of unease wakened in his stomach. He could not seem to pass his fingers through the air, moreover the man was unable to see anything different about the area. Somehow he knew that waking so close to the border of your territory was unheard of, which was the only reason he felt the need to test the air at all, but to anyone else the most obvious irregularity would have been the slow monotonous music of a foreign voice telling him “one hundred… and fifty” seemingly from the depth of his mind. Despite this the man kept pressing his fingers against different parts of the border, just to make sure that indeed it was the end of his territory. But of course, he thought irregularities often appear concerning the first of each week, this must be the case here.

The man again unsurprised at the information seemingly devoid of a source. No longer interested, the man turned away from the invisible wall and peered into the windows of one of the many almost identical white houses. Old age well, organ failure, how boring. He thought as he moved on to a house nearby. Car accident eh? He thought and started walking down the middle of the road again. He knew that it could take days, weeks, months and even years before he actually found someone that piqued his interest enough that he would alter their lives. Just finding something like a car accident was a rather rare occasion.

After inspecting a few more houses, cancer and heart failure seem almost too regular, what’s wrong with this neighborhood? He thought, and was getting rather bored, however slowly he could feel an ominous presence closing in. He could sense that someone whose life had been changed was nearing his position. And at the same time he could feel that the cause changed for the people living in the house he was closest to, now when he examined the married couple sitting on the couch in front of the TV, the foreign voice in his head whispered murder.

“Impossible”, a short story?

This will be my first attempt to write something in quite some time, so I decided to try to write something other than fantasy, something different, so anyway here we go. (Due to my imagination maybe it will end up as a fantasy story later on.) If you get offended by seeing someone swear two times in 1000 words you should not read this. 🙂


A bead of sweat formed slowly on the left eyebrow of a young brown haired man as he drew a deep breath. This had not happened before, never. Why is he here? he thought, trying to figure out some way out of the mess he was in. It was so easy he thought, oh so easy. So why not now? Why was he rendered unable to do it? Chemicals he said, it’s only a chemical reaction you idiot!

The brown haired man was standing in a rather small room, facing the man that he considered his best, and only, friend. The man he faced had been standing as close to perfectly still as humanly possible, but now he seemed to relax and walked slowly towards the brown haired man. It’s alright, the man said, I told her Ted, it’s alright, you haven’t done anything wrong. The brown haired man, Ted, looked incredulously at the man he was facing. You told who?

Ted asked, and forcibly stopped himself from scowling. Staring at the man in front of him, the man wore a green sweater with glaring red dots all over it. Thump! a wooden baseball bat impacted with the left side of Ted’s head with considerable force. Ted’s eyesight wavered, and as he fell sideways to the floor, the 9mm Glock flew out of his hands. Me said a voice, a woman’s voice. Impossible he whispered, barely audible, I shot you in the h.. The woman cut him off with a short laugh, Impossible? She asked, Hardly. You see, Ted Everything is possible.

Ted laughed, No, not everything. This is impossible, this is a dream, yes a nightmare, it must be so! Ted whispered fiercely as he moved his left hand slowly towards the knife in his left pocket. I’m crazy, oh so crazy. He thought and felt like laughing again because of the stupidity of the woman who did nothing to stop him. His hand was half way into his pocket when he noticed that the knife was elsewhere. The woman laughed her soft silent laugh yet again. Looking for this? Ted on the other hand was not even slightly amused, he turned over, onto his back and froze as he noticed his knife, a huge recently sharpened knife, was placed inches from his face.

“Beasts do not use weapons”, those are your words Ted. She said, “Not because it makes it difficult, no, because killing with their feet and hands and teeth feels better, so much better” I’m not a beast woman, I didn’t try to do this for enjoyment I was just bored. Ted said, and all amusement drained from her face, replaced by anger. “In a worst case scenario, make them lose their composure, and strike quickly after.” Ah, the joys of being a realistic man. He thought, although he had never imagined the “worst case scenario” as being outmaneuvered by a simple woman.

Of course, the reason I chose to target a woman, is because of they are such horrible hypocrites. They go on and on about how shallow men are, and yet given half a chance they would be ten times more shallow than the men they “hate” so much. They are weak, they get half disabled when pregnant, they’re not even smarter, besides if we do not kill say around half of them, over populating the world will become the largest threat to the world itself in all of our existence. Ted smiled of course, being the smart young man that he was ted did not think of women that way, no he only disliked most of them. If I can just keep talking for a little while I will get back my ability to move properly.

He thought, an abrupt movement made him focus on the woman again just in time to notice the weight of a full grown woman landing on top of him and a knife rushing down towards his throat, DAMN!, Am I really going to end like this? Me ending like this, there’s just no way, that’s impossible! He thought frantically, Don’t kill me! He said, just as the knife stopped dead, only having cut through the skin on the left side of his neck. No amusement was left on the woman’s face, only cold determination was left. Will you do what I tell you to Theodore Auswald? She said calmly, her blue eyes staring firmly into his green ones. Wait, how do you know my name? Ted said, eyes wide in surprise, he was sweating slightly as he tried to think of a possible escape route.

If you won’t, she said, trailing the knife down his torso, down to his belt. Then this thing goes first, she said touching his zipper with the tip of the knife. You men are so laughably useless, we don’t even need you to reproduce anymore, hah! Ted swallowed hard, You can’t do that, you’re a cop right? He said, trying to somehow move under her weight. And? Like I said, nothing is impossible, if I want I can have you saying that you did it yourself before we arrive at the station. She said in an amused tone, accompanied by a wide smirk. No, Ted thought and was well aware that he was losing his composure, there was nothing he could do to stop it given the choice he was just handed.

But, he thought, considering his situation trying to find an escape, seconds later, he realized what he had to do. Okay he whispered as if he was embarrassed. The woman raised her left eyebrow and said, Just remember what happens if you don’t. She placed the knife between her jeans and her belt and rose, You get up too. She said, Hah, what a stupid woman. She still faced him as he staggered up and as he rose himself to a crouch, he smashed the flat of his hand into her nose, placed his knee firmly in her stomach and gave her a blow to the right side of her head with his left hand, a combination that would have sent any regular human to the ground, but she just stood there, coughed once and said Do not hit me or kick me again, that’s an order. She said. I felt her nose brake, I hit the side of her head hard enough to knock out a grown man, and she coughs once? Ted thought and it was then that Ted noticed a small hole that went straight through her head, and realized only her hair had hidden it until now.

What the hell? Ted thought, and started backing away from the thing that looked like a woman….

Notes: Just to clearify, this is not the end. Lying in the bed and writing with the laptop on top of my stomach is in a way easier than sitting in a chair and typing, maybe the ideas originate from the pillow.