The Old Church ✞ The Index
Country boys and lovely girls
The Old Church is part of the Angry Finns universe. A serialized novella written with a zero-draft, stream of consciousness approach, set in rural Norway. A bit unplanned: we'll see where it goes. Click on a chapter title to read the story.
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† HE SEEMED HALF-WITTED †
Dark and cold room
A moebius ring of shitloads of crap
Two big beasts
Damned intruder
He doesn’t shovel the shit
Being myself
There’s no oxygen left in the room
I check my pocket
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† THE KINGDOM OF ICE †
Unnatural light, reddish
Cow shit made me feel at home
In the end, you just have to be yourself
A double date
Tits, tits, tits
Five years
Another sign of the Apocalypse
Rough kids
† DAD WANTED A BOY †
You couldn’t see a damn thing
Hanging from a dark hook
Dirty snout
She doesn’t even wear deodorant
Like dogs
Everything comes out
The Knight is cunning
Save my number
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† MAGISTRA CORPORIS †
She let herself be undressed
Drive out this damned parasite
I’m fine like this
Why are you apologizing?
Broken capillaries
You want handjob?
Too much stress
I won’t drag this out
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† PURE †
Expecting shit to arrive
Shadows, the wretched
She’s free, at least she is
Muff
The call of a bird
Taking my life back
I like it
She’s never sucked a cock? ever?
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Tits tits but where’s lasagna mate?