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Liz Husebye Hartmann | From the Valley of the Trolls
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From the Valley of the Trolls. Author: Liz Husebye Hartmann. Where Nothing is Wasted, Nothing is Lost. Pushing the goggles back on her forehead, she waved away the acrid smoke and smiled. Continue reading →. Migration to ‘TRAPPIST-1’? You’re telling me there are seven new human-habitable planets, a mere 40 years away light-speed distance? She looked at him, eyebrow raised. Continue reading →. Wrestling with the Midnight Muse. Two boys huddled on the battlement wall, wind-blown and on fire with An Idea.
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January | 2017 | From the Valley of the Trolls
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From the Valley of the Trolls. There was little light in the cellar, but it was nothing to the darkness of the army of boot heels sinking into the bloody ground overhead. Continue reading →. When Good Bears Go Bad. Smokey sighed and sniffed the shirt front and wide-brimmed hat of the abandoned Park Ranger uniform. It had been dropped near the scenic overview, next to the Michigan-plated Lexus. Betsy likely hadn’t even noticed that her guide had paws, not hands and feet. Continue reading →. On Migration t...
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February | 2015 | From the Valley of the Trolls
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From the Valley of the Trolls. Tale from the Land of the Midnight Sun: Hjordis. Where Nothing is Wasted, Nothing is Lost. Migration to ‘TRAPPIST-1’? Wrestling with the Midnight Muse. On Migration to ‘TRAPPIST-1…. On Migration to ‘TRAPPIST-1…. On Migration to ‘TRAPPIST-1…. On Migration to ‘TRAPPIST-1…. On Migration to ‘TRAPPIST-1…. A View From My Summerhouse. A Frog in the Fjord. A Writer's Community. Paul De Lancey's Blog. O at the Edges. Re:All The World is Y:Ours. Migration to ‘TRAPPIST-1’? A Writer�...
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December | 2016 | From the Valley of the Trolls
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From the Valley of the Trolls. All the News That’s Fit to Print. She wrapped her hands around the hand-thrown mug, coffee scent misting the still-cold morning in an exhausted cloud. The metro newspaper lay splayed before her on the kitchen table, moaning headlines and sub-stories of international terror threats, environmental ruin, domestic violence, a floundering economy, and the collapse of another small local non-profit. Continue reading →. A sweeping of sand across sand, the. Continue reading →.
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January | 2015 | From the Valley of the Trolls
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From the Valley of the Trolls. An Enduring Spark: Eulogy. This is my portion of the eulogies written for my dad, Kjeld Oddvar Husebye, born August 11, 1925 and died January 2, 2015, after a very long struggle with cancer. Continue reading →. Where Nothing is Wasted, Nothing is Lost. Migration to ‘TRAPPIST-1’? Wrestling with the Midnight Muse. On Migration to ‘TRAPPIST-1…. On Migration to ‘TRAPPIST-1…. On Migration to ‘TRAPPIST-1…. On Migration to ‘TRAPPIST-1…. On Migration to ‘TRAPPIST-1…. O at the Edges.
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All the News That’s Fit to Print | From the Valley of the Trolls
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From the Valley of the Trolls. All the News That’s Fit to Print. She wrapped her hands around the hand-thrown mug, coffee scent misting the still-cold morning in an exhausted cloud. The metro newspaper lay splayed before her on the kitchen table, moaning headlines and sub-stories of international terror threats, environmental ruin, domestic violence, a floundering economy, and the collapse of another small local non-profit. Turning, he glanced at his granddaughter’s despondent face, and the newspaper’s b...
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October | 2016 | From the Valley of the Trolls
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From the Valley of the Trolls. The Light in the Tower. They lower their sails and drop anchor, knowing they will not catch the evening sun bright on the kitchen hearth. Oars creak and echo in the deep green of the peninsular waters, splash and scrape as the dingy is hauled up the pebbled strand. Continue reading →. More than powerless: feckless. More than feckless: foolish. Not foolish: mere spot on a distant edge of. Continue reading →. Continue reading →. A Song We All Know. Continue reading →. O at th...
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FFfPP – Once upon a deep slumber – Singledust
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Living on the equator but longing for snow. COLOURED LINES – a book in progress. FFfPP – Once upon a deep slumber. January 9, 2017. January 10, 2017. Once upon a deep slumber there came a winter. Where the winding grey road lead to a place much farther. Some tall trees grew at the edge of the sharper bend. Where insanity met with clarity under fine linear sand. And the tall trees turned green with envy. When they gave shelter to birds that came by. Colourful pretty birds who could fly. Jade M. Wong.
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FOREVER IN OUR HEARTS | Family ,Parenting and beyond
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Family ,Parenting and beyond. Train up a child in the way he/she should go: and when he/she is old, he/she will not depart from it. Prov 22:6. FOREVER IN OUR HEARTS. Like the giant he was, Kielo strode towards the building. It was not a peace deal this time; he had demands that had stalled for longer than necessary. Unknown to him, he’d been on the watch of several security companies for so long. While this statue was erected in his memory, his people are in pain to this day. SO MUCH FOR COOLNESS ».
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Emergency Delivery: Hjordis | From the Valley of the Trolls
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From the Valley of the Trolls. She’d traversed the mountain, her skis crackling and sparking as she streaked down the final slope. Just a few kilometers more across the icy flatlands; she would reach the Hold before full sunrise. The half-human bundled to Magnhildr’s chest moaned as she swayed from side-to-side, and the blizzard drew nearer. Looking down at her niece, she growled comfort, but continued apace. Liz Husebye Hartmann, December 6, 2016. Carrot Ranch Prompt ( December 2, 2016):. You are commen...
