Category Archives: Hugin

The Wait

By: Hugin   The castle stood on the edge of the cliff. For centuries it had stood there, and it was as strong and majestic in ruins as it had been in its glory days. Instead of the hustle and … Continue reading

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Moments

By: Hugin   In one of my favourite television programs, Psych, there is a point where the main character asks his father if he thinks it is possible to miss a ‘moment’ in life.  His father’s reply is that life is made … Continue reading

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Peer Pressure

By: Hugin   Marguerite looked down at the cake in front of her.  It was about six centimetres tall with a diameter of around twenty centimetres, cloaked in thick, rich butter-cream with a thin drizzle of syrupy jam across some of the … Continue reading

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A Recipe for Peace

By: Hugin   The first fall of snowflakes in Winter, The soft warmth of the Summer sun, The first fruit to be picked in Autumn, The cobweb perfectly spun. The skipping firstborn lamb of the Spring, The first carol at … Continue reading

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I Know Him Not

By: Hugin   I had known him long ago.  Too long ago to think of now – in truth it was a lifetime ago.  I had laughed with him, drank with him, travelled with him… he had always been there.  … Continue reading

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Those Hills

By: Hugin   Casimir put his hand out to steady himself.  With his remaining eye he could see blurred images of the land in the distance; those hills that always seemed so far from his reach.  Away to the south, … Continue reading

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Lingering Shadows on the Beach

By: Hugin   Where, in the day, the sand lies gold, At night there dwells a fear untold. When the clock strikes the midnight hour From the bell in St Mary’s tower, Fear the beach where the moonlight glows For … Continue reading

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#3 Saga of King Hrolf Kraki: Part Three

By: Hugin   It’s interesting to see the contempt with which many of the great Norse warriors viewed the Berserkers.  This final section of The Saga of King Hrolf Kraki begins with Bodvar criticising Hrolf for becoming a coward when dealing … Continue reading

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Prayer of a Captured Orkney Chieftain

By: Hugin   That I should have half as much courage As the martyred saint whose bones now rest In the cathedral of cold red stone, Then I should feel to have done my best In the face of doom … Continue reading

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Looking into a broken reflection

By: Hugin   Looking into a broken reflection and shedding a tear that seemed to fall forever but never land. Below, tumbling waves heralded the water that stretched on forever. Water had brought him to her and had snatched him … Continue reading

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