Hi! Name’s Logan. I live in Boise, ID. I love to write to express my thoughts, and feelings in writing especially about my Norse background. I've never shared my work before so I am excited to do so! I hope what I share you all enjoy!
A Fathers Actions
Grunting and groaning, a man bends down to pick up his keys that fell out of his hands. As he bends down to pick up the keys, he stables himself, left hand on the fender of his truck, right hand fumbling for the keys. His eyes faintly focusing in and out. The man tells himself that he's ok as his hands finally grab ahold of the keys, laying on the cold winter late-night sidewalk.
Nightmares of Battle
Tossing and turning, a man jolts up in bed, sitting up frantically, wiping sweat away from his face. His body, pulsating with deep quick breaths. He looks around his candle-lit room in worried fear. With the candles wick low and fading, he staggers to a bucket of water to wash his face. Within the rippling of the water, the man stared deeply into the reflection of his eyes.
A Vikings Final Moment
England, 871 AD off the shores of Northumbria, a man breathing heavily with his ax and shield in hand, and with his eyes growing heavy, gripping his wound turns from the battlefield. He spots a lone dead tree off in the distance on the edge of a cliff. He makes his way stumbling, holding his side.