Freelit Stories

Where once was a wall, there's now a void bored.

Does a Bronx cheer really need an introduction?

When all is dark, the light isn't only outside the tunnel, inside the tunnel burns a light too.

It isn't just the president of the land of the free, who now finally has got his own bone spur war. All over the World our so-called leaders miss the boat to prepare, to...

The how to is a phenomenon connected to this day and age. We all see the clickbait, the invitational banners, the lure with photos and videos. After the click this world...

As a kid, this is how I looked when I was sick but didn't wanna be ill. My body remembers, so here I am having fought pain and discomfort, setback and mourning of an old...

The inexcusable way people who aren't tested and die from CoViD-19 and therefore aren't accounted for in the statistics, is heart wrenching, cold, calculating. Meanwhile...

The store chain with its auspicious brand name is again in the news, now for applying a policy which brands fellow human beings of dark skin complexion as Nicks and Nick...

Finally there's someone who stands up against the filth and disgust that fills the front pages and back alleys of platforms like twitter and facebook. I wonder what thes...

A short fable poem about a cat who stands through a number of storms.

The arrogance laid bare where compassion and empathy are traded in for select superiority. All in search for the new prophet. It's an old message seen before. There's no...

Is the golden ratio truly golden? Has this number truly been incorporated by painters and sculptors? Or is it just the rule of nature into what we perceive as more beaut...

Haiku, for a sorry soccer game. Gone forever. No more playing on this board. Close the game by folding it up and put it back in its box.

Now that the covid peak is assumed to be reached quarantines are loosened, lines are lost. This pandemic will stay with us for a long time, a time in which we all have t...

On the coffee grounds grows a mold. Mold can kill us and cure.

More than a hundred years ago now, Guillaume Apollinaire died from the Spanish flu. He never fully recovered an injury to the temple as a result from a French assault at...

The singing and dancing magpies out here wake us up every single morning with their funny routine.

Rules have a function, rules also exist to be tested. Especially in writing poetry, grammar needs to sing a lower tone next to rhythm or rhyme, but even without rhyme in...

In a new World our species once more become hunter gatherers in our backyards and cities..

Illusion cheats on our eyes, as it does with the virtual perception. An illusion isn't virtual, although the virtual can be an illusion. It's not the threshold between u...