Øivind H. Solheim
Bio
Novel author, lifelong learner and nature photographer: Poetry, short stories, personal essays, articles and stories on nature, hiking, physical and mental health, living in relationships, love, and future. “Make Your Dream Be Your Future”
Stories (41/0)
Coming Together - Escaping Loneliness
Chapter 6. Coming together - escaping loneliness I'm a little unsure if it's so wise of me to talk to her so much about these things. After all, experiencing loneliness from time to time is a natural part of most people's lives. So therefore, I should have stopped there.
By Øivind H. Solheim2 years ago in Fiction
I Believe in What I See
Chapter 3. I Believe in What I See I'm not a very suspicious person. I believe in what I see and I have always believed in her before. I have not had reason to be suspicious of her because she was always a reliable person and always does what she says she should. I know everything about her, I thought. I usually thought so. But sometimes the doubts were there, I had to admit to myself
By Øivind H. Solheim2 years ago in Families
The Warning and the Decay
ABOUT THE NOVEL THE LAST HUMAN IN THE MILKY WAY In 2021 I wrote the first 30+ chapters of my novel The Last Human in the Milky Way. Then I took a break for a few months from writing the novel. Now I have started to resume writing the story of The Last Human in the Milky Way, and am both excited and happy to be writing again.
By Øivind H. Solheim2 years ago in Fiction
I Came Home as Usual
The Love We Had, a novel Chapter 2 I tried to think back, the last few days before she disappeared. As far as I could see everything had been as usual. The day yesterday, and the day before that again. I came home, took off the shoes. I climbed the stairs. I came up to the main floor. She usually sat on a chair in the kitchen. The same thing always happened: As I entered, she got up.
By Øivind H. Solheim2 years ago in Fiction
I'm Just a Barn Owl
I'm just a barn owl. During the day I sit high up here and stagger in a corner under the roof of the old barn. Almost no one notices that I'm here. It happens from time to time that I make a dark sound - UHU, u-hu. The sound seems to linger in the barn for a few seconds, but after that it is quiet. I'm mostly silent, and when they look for me they cannot see me in the shades.
By Øivind H. Solheim2 years ago in Families
