Saturday, April 26, 2014

Welcome Spring

 Finally winter is behind









Tuesday, April 22, 2014

A Friends' Ghost

Henry found himself in heavy pondering. His chair at the office, was usually not such a place for disturbing thoughts, not that any place were. His friend, whom he had trusted had betrayed him. And then, another betrayal, from another friend, had taken place.  It had even taken a life.

The butler placed two bottles on the small table, bowed and was about to leave the room when the policeman awakened from his heavy pondering. "Will you stay. We will need to ask you questions for the investigation". The butler nodded politely and left the room silently and hastily. George Brown scratched his chin thinking, what next? Alice Grey sat uncomfortably in her chair looking at the two bottles. Usually she would have shared with someone. 

"That will be all for today Miss Grey". Policeman George left the mansion. He had been questioning suspects.This was not a suicide. There were Miss Roberta Devon, the young teenager, a relative of the Grey family, Jack William Grey, son of Alice Grey, the lady of the house, and Alice Grey. George lightened a cigarette and recalled all the interviews up to this point. They flashed through his memory vividly. Mary Elizabeth Grey and her husband Evan George Grey had been questioned. And their daughter Sarah. George shivered and shook his head. No child should be a victim to such a tragedy. Scott william Grey had been found hanged in the boat house. Sarah, the poor child, had seen something strange, and told Alice. "He was drugged, but that's not all. From the wood there were marks of someone dragging a person through and up to the boathouse. Clearly this was a murder" Mark informed his colleagues. George had a creepy feeling. 

"I just can not believe that someone would do such a thing to poor Scottie", Roberta sighed. Alice sat in her chair still, not touching the two bottles. She would have shared one bottle with her one and only son. Roberta held on carefully to her teacup, sighing. Alice did not speak. She was confused, lonely, terrified and shocked. No matter how much she would try to understand, everything would still be a mess. No answer or at least, a clue would occur. He had not been depressed. Killed. She cried. Roberta went over to the window and stood there for a while. She thought about how Scott had been invited into the family, as a lost child, seeking refuge at the local orphanage. It was rather unusual she thought. The Grey family was not a typical good deeds family. And then, the old man, Henry Grey had given away a fortune to Scott on his last birthday. Perry, her friend and lover had told her all about it. Scott had become a rich man. That did not last very long. She lightened a cigarette, looked at Alice, and then down at the two bottles, only guessing what that was all about. Alice dried a few tears from her eyes with her blouse and ran out of the room in a hurry. Left was Roberta, pondering. 

"Now then. We should pay a visit to the other family members", Harris, Georges Partner listed up all the family members. George nodded. And we must question the butler as quick as possible. And we must not forget. Perry. He has been around lately, working. Besides roumors says he had recently become friends with Scott. Also he has a connection to Roberta. They are lovers". They got in the car, drove home after a long day of work. George hoped this case soon would be over.

Henry was still sitting in his office chair. The candle lights had begun to burn out, leaving the room in a heavier dark, just like his mind had turned. The fire had started slowly dying out in the fireplace, and the room would soon lie in complete darkness. Somewhere in all the pondering he would consider to look at his watch. He would have to make a phone call soon. Perhaps not this day, but then again. It was about a murder. He sighed heavily and felt a slowly growing pain inside of him. Two of the candles had stopped burning now. He would make up his decision soon. 

"Henry. Henry is that you?" Alice was nervous. Henry was nervous too, shaking. Yet he looked so calm where he was sitting in the dark. "Alice. Listen carefully. Everything is going to be alright". Alice bursted out in tears. "I wish you were here. I am mortified. Terrified. Please come". "Go to bed. It will all soon be over. I'll see you soon". He hung up. His fear turned around to anger. A anger growing as dark as the room had turned in the night, with only a few lights still burning. What would be the killers next step?

"Aah, so nice to see you. I heard about Henry. A migraine again. He is a tough man. Come in, will you". George looked at Harris. And Harris found it odd. The two of them had been working together for quite some time. They were smarter than how they appeared. Roberta took their coats off and hung them up, brushing off some dust on them. " It is good to have a solid support from loved ones", Harris remarked. Roberta smiled and her eyes shined brighter. "This way". She lead them to the living room where most of the questioning had taken place". "I'll fetch the butler". She disappeared, and a moment later the butler was ready to be questioned. He hesitated and sat down. "Mr. Jeffrey Long", is it. George wrote down the name. The butler was looking nervous and tired. 

George and Harris started the questioning. "Have you seen anything suspicious lately? Can you think of anyone bearing a grudge towards Scott? "No, no", the butler cried. "No one". "Are you certain about that? We understand this is uncomfortable, but it is standard procedure, George replied, giving him a pause. Jeffrey tried to get something out of his head. Two names popped up, but he did not see any immediate connection. "Is it right that Harris Grey, gave away a great deal of his fortune to Scott Grey"?
Jeffrey felt uneasy. More uneasy."Yes. That's right. But why would anyone kill Scott. It is not like anyone would benefit from it". "You tell us Mr. Jeffrey. Are you sure that no one would benefit from it". He got quiet again, getting his head more fixed and calmed down."Scott has always been a careful, quiet and cheerful guy. He never harmed a soul. Of course there was the typical rebel actions, but he had a very gentle soul, and was well spoken of by anyone who met him. He would always fit in everywhere, but he was not so good in one to one situations. He seemed more awkward and uncomfortable,like he was glad to leave at any moment. Harris jumped in."Whom was he uncomfortable with?"
Jeffrey got uneasy again, thinking. 

"Henry.You know something, don't you? Alice had turned into a nerve wrack on the phone. She knew her husband. Even though they had not been married for long, she often knew his inner thoughts". Henry got scared. "How dear you accuse me of something like that", he scouted."I knew it", she cried. "I've always known it. Whenever something has gone wrong. You can not hide it. Not from me".

"Perry Smith". A young, handsome bloke introduced himself to Harris and George. But soon his confident and laid-back attitude changed into something far different. He was revealed.

Henry sat in deep thoughts. So deep it gave him the craziest headaches, and he would shout anytime he heard a noise around him or outside his window. He thought about George, the policeman, whom had betrayed him, giving the impression of being a friendly voice. Someone that Henry could open up to. George had not even introduced himself as a man of the police. Such a scum. Henry was furious. All the things he had said about giving away money for a good cause, but at the same time revealing so much to a man that gave the appearance of looking straight through him. And then what. The police showed up, investigating shadowy economical business that Henry had quit a deal to do with. When he finally had decided to do something great, he would soon have the police on his doorstep. 

The butler had left a newspaper on his desk. The front page revealed his worst suspicion, he had been smart enough to calculate this. But to think that she would actually go through with it.

Roberta, his niece, arrested for murder. And Perry Smith for planning murder. She had always been an uncanny creature pissing people off, threatening them in disguised ways, giving the impression of actually caring for others, but making them as insecure, confused and annoyed as possible. She was betrayed. Scott, the lost child, got the prize, and now. Now he was dead. And then what?

George lightened a cigarette. Finally case closed.





Saturday, April 19, 2014

Spring and Summer


 Today it has been summer temperature outside. That means it's about time to bring those summer cloths out of the closet.


This summer spring/summer shirt is a favorite. I love flowers.


Beautiful art on a wall. Butterfly.





Thursday, April 17, 2014

One of my short stories. I hope you guys like it!


Why He Separates

Sarah was looking out of the window as they were driving towards the weekend seminar. Outside her window, trees blended into each other, the sea was constant, but stones, flowers, buildings and trees would occasionally seem like fluid liquid blending into each other, then to be separated as the car slowed down. Her dad was a huge fan of technology, and that was what this seminar was about. Technology. She liked it though. Even though she was fifteen, and it was uncool to be seen with her parents. She was not particular interested in technology, but it had been a tradition that the two of them went together. The first time, when she was ten, she had met many other children to play with, and they had developed strong friendships, and they shared this tradition together. Outside her window the trees was totally clear now. They had slowed down. She could also see the flowers, and smell them. Flowers that soon exposed a huge number of others, growing into a vast field above the road as they were passing by. She looked at her watch, wondering when they could make a stop, breathing in more of that fresh air and get something to eat and drink. Her dad was to be separated. Again. First of all. Her parents separated when she was five. Then when she was thirteen, her dad remarried, and now they split apart. She was at first reluctant to having a second mum, but she had grown to like her, and become found of her.

Lately there had been some other things on her mind. Just some years ago she had been introduced to the christian faith and it's teachings. Since then it had always awakened a certain amount of curiosity inside her. Sometimes when her dad would not know, she would attend meetings and sit up all night reading in the bible at the kitchen. Her dad did not know. He was not particular found of the bible, and she did not feel like telling him. Even though he would never protest or anything like that. It was just an. uncomfortable feeling telling her to keep it to her self. She did not know why. 

They slowed down, and to her relief he drove the car to a parking lot next to a market place. They went to the supermarket, found what they needed to buy and relaxed before driving again. It had been a long drive, but soon they would arrive. The sun was up, and ocationally the wind would show up with it's cool breeze. 

"Why he separates?" The question had popped up out of now where leaving everyone feeling uncomfortable. A small child, but brighter then most, had obviously heard about the bible and it's teachings, but obviously the kid asked the wrong questions. The priest in his chair twisted uncomfortably in his seat, wondering what to reply. He had been at the seminar last year, driving his nephew there, and stopped to take a look at the activities, getting something to eat. After he had been Introduced as a priest one of the kids draw quit a lot of attention towards  biblical texts.

The text in this case was two scripture verses in the new testament telling something uncomfortable. Sarah recalled the scripture verses. She had started remembering now, after reading it a couple times, not thinking to much about it's meaning, just feeling uncomfortable, hurrying along in the text, leaving it behind. 

"Do not suppose that I have come to bring peace to the earth. I did not come to bring peace, but a sword. For I have come to turn ' "a man against his father, a daughter against her mother, a daughter-in-law-a man's enemies will be the members of his own household."

A year ago Sarah was being introduced to a professor at the school where her step mum studied. Sarah had up until now met up with her step mum after her studies every tuesday,waiting for her in the library, studying. It was there she met the professor, and ended up having many interesting conversations and learning from his vast amount of wisdom. He learned Sarah how to learn and become aware of this. And how to think. She was very lucky. Most professors she had met always seemed to believe that they were boring to all youngsters, and there by, not paying much attention to them unless they were relatives. But this man was not afraid of seeming boring or uncool. He was very different. Sarah got more into studying the bible on her own, after learning from the professor. She could use what she had learned there, and make up her own interpretations and understanding. When she had been introduced to the christian faith, it all seemed a little chaotic and too much confusing to even start getting a grasp of it. And she did not get along with most of the christians she had met and been introduced to. They were nice, but to different from her.

Why does he separate? It would not be an answer to just pop up with out of nowhere in now time. It was more complicated than that, but she had started to enjoy pondering on about challenging texts and questions. Jesus could have created peace in a hurry, but then he would not have done it through people, he would just appear, and create something amazing out of now where, and people would have missed out on something, she thought to her self. Perhaps that was a wise answer, or at least, a beginning of an answer.
How could people enjoy a  process, if Jesus him self just did everything for everyone in no time. It would be all to confussing and robbing. People would't even be jealous. Something that could be turned around into positive action. At least, if a christian did something truly miracoulus and impressing out of no were, people could have the opportunity to become jealous,demanding to be a part of it, having a piece of it. Or in other words, taking action for the same cause.

Why does he separate. She knew now. What to say, if she would meet the kid again. 




Monday, April 14, 2014



Favorites: Instrumental music

One of my favorite genres considering music is instrumental. It has a timeless feel too it, and is wonderful for relaxation ;) Here's my current favorites:

Röyksopp - In Space
Dario Marianelli, Jack Liebeck - The End of Childhood
Darios Marianelli, Jack Liebeck - Waiting for Mr. Rochester
Equilibrium Soundtrack - Without Love
Hans Zimmer - One Simple Idea
Hans Zimmer - Old Souls






Thursday, April 10, 2014

A Day of Shopping, Relaxation and Reading



Today I got up early, had breakfast with a nice cup of tea, and went shopping. I finally found a nice pair of black jeans, and bought a light brown nail polish. Next time, I think I'll by a perfume, a top and some shoes. When traveling I like to bring a book, and this time a brought the wonderful Maisie Dobbs book. That's my type of crime :) I really get lost into this book :) 

After shopping, some more tea, and relaxing! :) And next; a movie.






Monday, April 7, 2014


Spring next 




April month always comes as a good association. Winter turns to spring and the sun is up all day. Winter clothes end up in the back of my closet and I plan outfits to wear for the season. Cloths is usually not on my mind, but it is a nice sign when you can not find your wool sweater if looking for it =)

This April I will be more occupied. Next week I will start with my exercise plan and soon extend it with more activities. I look forward to that. And also. I will be spending a lot more time photographing. The streets become more alive during this season. If it is crowded it never seems to be noisy though. I like that =)





Sunday, April 6, 2014


  Books <3


If I were to collect something. It would be books. To me they represent hidden treasures that inspire, give insight, awakes curiosity and stimulates wonder. I often favor fiction books. At the moment I spend my time reading Sophie's World by Jostein Gaarder. A truly wonderful book about philosophy. It can be read as an introduction to the topic. These are some of the books that I would like to read in near future.


Elizabeth Gilbert - The Signature of All Things
James L. Rupart - Rooms
Ida Løkås - Det fine som flyter forbi
Jacqueline Winspear- Maisie Dobbs
Winifred Watson- Miss Pettigrew Lives For a Day






Friday, April 4, 2014

   Today it felt like spring outside, and the temperature was a bit warmer! It has been a nice,        
   sunny day, and I enjoyed it, visiting The Opera House taking photos. Here are some photos  
   from today :)













Thursday, April 3, 2014


Til Kristina :)

Et sted å besøke

Et sted å søke der freden kan
øke, gleden gro og drømmene bo

Et sted å søke der kroppen faller til ro
og evigheten kan bo

Et sted der gleden skinner sterkt og deles mellom seg
Et sted der vi lever og puster hver for seg

Krev mer fra han der oppe som deler stort og smått mellom seg,
mellom deg og meg, for han er glad i deg.

Et sted der oppe, der hviler vi og våres tid
Et sted der oppe som tiden ikke kan rokke,
den deles mellom deg og meg

Et sted å søke,
et sted å leve

Et sted for deg og meg å besøke :)


<3 


Keyring - what do you attach your life to?