Ida Stokbaek
Bio
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Stories (13/0)
Bones
What the hell did the Princess mean, find the bones? What on earth did the princess want with bones? Helliot pushed the mystery from his mind. It was none of his business what she wanted with them. But being in the employ of the king, it was his business to do as he was told. The bones had to be recovered.
By Ida Stokbaek2 years ago in Fiction
"One day when I was walking my dog..."
I used to have this dog called Lucky. He was my best friend through my teenage years. In fact, I'm not sure I would have survived growing up without him. Now, I could tell you about the time he and I got caught in a sudden snowstorm, and the drifts were reaching my waist before we were halfway home. Or I could tell you about the holidays of which he was an important part, or all the interesting dog people I met while on walks or at competitions. But I've chosen I different story. I slightly funnier one, about a monstrous swan and a whole lot of water and mud.
By Ida Stokbaek2 years ago in Petlife
Something of Value
Hope gazed out at the eerie black water. Gentle waves were crashing against the shore. The elders liked to talk about how it was before. How there was nothing left. But nothing was too empty a word for what surrounded her. There were plants, but they were dead. There was land, although much of it was under the water now. There were animals, but they were few. There were people, but they were dying.
By Ida Stokbaek3 years ago in Fiction
- Top Story - June 2021
Painful Memories of Love
When I was little, about 6 years old, I was sitting in the back of my parent’s car, not on the seat with my seat belt on, but curled up on the floor. My dad was always very strict with safety. If we didn’t sit nicely in the car, he would stop the car, force our seat belts on and talk sense to my brother and me for as long as necessary before getting back in the driver’s seat.
By Ida Stokbaek3 years ago in Viva
Catharsis
Music is probably the most popular kind of art. Practically everyone listens to music, whereas other forms of art, such as literature and visual arts, are somewhat more niche. Even people who engage with visual arts or narratives admit to not always understanding it.
By Ida Stokbaek3 years ago in Beat