Life consists of little brief moments in time. Every second a new painting is created. A painting of just that moment. This compilation of stories are little paintings of moments. Some are imagines, others are one-shots and short stories. Boy meets girl. Brotherly love and forbidden feelings. I have given myself a challenge; to write short stories without any darkness and sadness. Just happy little snippets about probably nothing in particular. Little moments in time. I don't know how it will go, maybe there will only be this first one, maybe only a few or maybe many. They will have one thing in common and that is that hey will all be about Ylvis in one form or another. I do occasionally ship the boys but I don't now whether or not there will be any stories like that in here. I will put a warning (BV) in the titel in that case, so you get the choice not to read. There will not be sex between them (although fluff might occur). (this used to be called Imagine but I have chosen to change name since I have decided to write more than just imagines.)

Maja and Vegard survived this summers hell but the question is if it´s enough to just walk in the door and think that everything is alright. Is it enough to just love each other? Can you live a normal life after what happened, after you almost lost your life protecting the one you love? And what happens when the twosome you live in suddenly becomes a threesome? When another person wants to be a part of that love you share? When the little brother loves his brothers girlfriend? Can you share that love with more than one person? This is part two of the Dissolved trilogy. It starts immediately where part one ends. I encourage you to read part one to get the whole background but you can probably read part two as it is if you want to. There are things that is easier to understand though if you read the first part.

After the death of her Father , her only remaining relative, She sets off on an adventure. Not sure where she's going, not sure when she'll be back. Only sure she's running alone.

The one who wears the crown shall bear its weight. But how long will you keep the crown when you never wanted to wear it in the first place? How far will you live with it when all you wanted was something the crown will never give?