Stories Tragedy

The Berserker

  “Today you will be a Taster of Blood, Torsten,” Ødger said, passing him the drinking horn. Torsten took it, reluctant to drink the hot henbane tea.  He was a wisp of a boy, a few dark hairs growing from the corners of his upper lip. He talked little with the men, afraid of his…

Comedy Stories

Passing Through

“We are here again.” “Unfortunately…” “How long have you been waiting?” “A few years or so, but what does that matter? You are here now.” “Remind me of this past life. Who were we?” “Old Yemeni soldiers. Too old to fight, actually—but what can you do? The Houthi took control of Sanaa. I died in…