Https://mantelsroman.wordpress.com/2017/05/20/solhul/ You Never Know! What Might Be Happening In The
https://mantelsroman.wordpress.com/2017/05/20/solhul/ You never know! What might be happening in the dark corners of a strange café in a strange town in a strange country among strangers... You can only imagine the worst. And you can all too well see it happening to you. Too. Robbery. Murder. Rape. All kinds of things you almost can NOT imagine, but only sense as a tight knot of fear in your stomach. Rising up as panic, making you unable to move. Out of harms way. And harm is surely coming... To you. All kinds of mayhem and hell on earth, so close to you, in the dark corners of the café, and coming closer... It's a question of time. And you dare not move. Even if you could, but you're paralysed by the things you know will happen to you. Right... Now! Oh no... They're purposely dragging the pain, stretching your fear. Those devils are making you go insane; you don't know when they'll hit and hurt you. Only that they will. With all the evil force they have. And they are more evil than your imagination can take. You beg; please get it done, I cannot take the waiting... #https://mantelsroman.wordpress.com/2017/05/20/solhul/ #café #imagination #darkcorners #panic #fear #theworst #intheshadows #lurking #strangers #waiting #fiction #novel #meandmystory #outofyourmind #laurieandthestoryof #andwhatreallyareinthosedarkcornersyoullneverknowuntillyoureadthatstorythatihaventevenwrittentotheendyetbutonlypartofitandindanishsosorry (Usual one-off hashtag...) #udenfilter #mantelmomento #danielmantel #primeiroproximopasso
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SOLHUL.
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I have so much to say to you that I am afraid I shall tell you nothing.
Fyodor Dostoyevsky (via purplebuddhaquotes)
But nothing can be very telling...
There once was a somewhat confused animal. It couldn't quite figure out where it belonged and, more important, what it was. Though it tried hard. It was aware that instead of limbs, it just had some tiny fins and a slightly bigger tail. Only suitable for moving around in shallow water. But it just wasn't enough. For that animal. "Am I really a fish?". The maybe-not fish concluded, that it needed to try something else. Anything! It found one of those mystical almost mythical things, that so many had hung itself on. And in seconds, almost like magic, had disappeared to somewhere else. To what kind of world? There where whispers of danger, stories of horror, but this not very fishy fish took the chance: ANY world other than this was worth trying! It pretended to swallow the bait. And soon felt the rush up towards the surface. #mantelmomento #danielmantel #animal #fiction #worlds #thegrassisalwaysgreener #filter (in many ways) #searching #fishinwater #caught #notright #farfromhome #whateverindicatesbeingoutofplaceandnotfeelingthisworldbeingtherightone (Usual one-off hashtag...) FROM NOW ONLY #laurieandthestoryof... (her: Somewhere Very Far) https://www.instagram.com/p/Bl477MrgmA_/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=fmyj2lhj4zt0
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Grundlovssikret Tag-Selv-Bord.
OPLÆST / HALVIMPRO, “SAMMEN OM BRABRAND”, GRUNDLOVSDAG ’17; REDIGERET INKL TILFØJELSE.
RETTEN TIL at skrive dette vrøvl…
Går nogenlunde lige op med retten til
At synes det ER noget ligegyldigt vrøvl
Nok et læs til lossepladsens vokseværk
RETTEN TIL at have uretten ved sin side
Og på aldeles uretfærdig vis skubbe den foran sig
Krybe sammen i rystende rædsel
Når retfærden bliver truende
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They run along with your blood...
“The water tells none of its secrets.”
— Nikos Engonopoulos, from “Bolívar, a Greek Poem,” wr. c. June 1943
BLINDFOOLED. He's totally baffled. Once again. So confused, that he's glued to the ground. It happens so often, too often, he's beginning to suspect something obstructing his moving around in this world. The failure might be a wrong wiring in his brain. But it's hard to tell: Like thoughts thinking thoughts about themselves. Like a mind being scrutinized by itself: Like… Now this tree. Is the slight quivering at the top for real? Are the tiny twigs above actually trembling? He can't move past that puzzle. Could it be a reflection? If so, reflected in him or by something outside his hyperventilating mind? Or, just to make things more complicated, a combination? Whatever possible, he makes into a metaphysical question. And, as we know, anything is possible. The tree begins to feel uncomfortable. Being observed so close, it shifts and moves, uneasy, just to avoid that stare. Checkmate! Or maybe he just need new glasses… #mantelmomento #danielmantel #udenfilter #meltdown #wiring #baffling #foolingmyself #mindless #thinkingtoomuch #unreal #stupidtreeinmywaystopsmeinmyexploringrealityasifanythingisrealforreal (Usual one-off hashtag) (her: The Middle of No-where)
