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 bustle of busy servants, and the dancing and feasting of the earls and their guests,…
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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 up of ‘moments’: “you’re having one right now”. I think that’s something that I’m only…
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 top. All of these things Marguerite loved, but here they were on a fruit and nut…
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 Christmastide, The first note of a bird’s sweet love song, Winter’s first Snowdrop espied. The…
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. But paths split and fork to form different directions that must be followed and now……
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, on the road that he had just left, he could hear agitated voices in a…
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 quite what lies there, no one knows. By the lantern’s flickering light, I cannot see…
#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 with his Berserkers. Bodvar and Hott agreed that the Berserkers should be put in their place…
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 so imminent. That courage would aid my company, And then they should all take heart…
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 away with as little warning. Smeared painfully across her life, he was gone now but…