The Last Tale of a Grandmother

Right now, I’m 81 years old, and had to ask my granddaughter for help to write this down. You see, I have a confession before I go. My name is Emma, and I had a sister named Elisabeth. Having been born only one year apart, we were really close, and looked very alike. One could say we were fraternal twins. Me and Lisa had always … Continue reading The Last Tale of a Grandmother

Gone for good

My dad told me about people who disappear in the forrest Gone, vanished. No foot prints in snow, no trail in grass. The bodies are found miles from where they disappeared and in obscure places like mountain tops and cliff edges. Children ages 5 and younger appear hundreds of miles from where they disappeared. Some bodies are terribly mutilated, and others are never found. This … Continue reading Gone for good