Heathen قصص

Asta is a Viking raised by Saxons. When she discovers a way home to her people, she first finds her way to the family of Ragnar Lothbrok. At first, she expects to find only revenge. Little does she know, that it is love she will find instead.

American Heathen

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The blog contains lyrics from the song, Heathens by Twenty One Pilots

An anthology of poetry dedicated to Freyja. Cover image "Nine Lives" (c) Cyril Rolando

A poem-ish thing

As you may have guessed from the title I'm a Norse Reconstructionist Heathen. (Which is different from Norse Pagan and Asatru) Some will be rants about various things: Like what Christians did to the Norse people or thoughts I have about certain ideas. I will also discuss my thoughts on some creatures and their possible heritage. I'll also be typing informative (sometimes short) chapters.

This is a book of the Asatru morals and ethics, Deities, Terrestrial spirits, and all else asatru.

"You're a bloody Shitster, you know that?" I yelled out to him. "And you're a fucking Mortal." He replied without even turning backwards. I hate it when he does that! ∆•∆ She's the sweetest candy from the candy store. He's an a-hole. She's hyper. He's chilled. Too chilled. She's outgoing and optimistic. He's locked in closed doors, trapped in his own world. She's immature. He's mature. Very mature. He's a vampire and she's not, but she's definitely something, alright. Their meeting isn't so "perfect" and them knowing secrets about themselves opens doors to more fights and conflicts. Will they die hating each other or will little sparks fly?

Poems and Songs for Baldr, Son of Frigg

Establishing a good market strategy is essential for a company or product to be known by that company's target audience

Im going to write here when i feel so shitty it inspires me. /rants\

Looking At Things Crooked.. Look At It Crooked is an engineering term. I pose these thoughts to inspire you to look at things crooked in your own way. A bit like 'writer prompts', but for your consciousness to expound upon. These are just ideas that you can choose to examine from every angle, like an open hearted child with no agenda. You may be very surprised at how much has been obfuscated or blurred in our world.... Things I wonder, the BEGINNING of something.

A poem about the eclipse and how it must have been like living in a time when the Sun was so important, for it to die and then be reborn

Angel is your average bookstore clerk in the heart of your typical downtown tourist trap. She's discontented with her life and knows something is missing. Vague memories rattle in the back of her mind and the occult beckons her to remember her past and explore her true future. A future full of gray choices, magical repercussions, and shadow work. Cover by Anna Davis.

For Hannah McCartney the past month of her life has consisted of visits to her therapist, scolding from her parents, and self-hatred. After her attempt at suicide everyone seems to have turned on her. Everyone at her school no longer sees her as their princess, but instead they now see her as a rich selfish brat. Because why would someone who had everything: the money, the popularity, the friends, try to take her life? As her life seems to start unraveling all over again Hannah can't help but look forward to one thing everyday: Eathen Warp, the boy who always seems to be everywhere she turns.

ʜᴜᴍʙʟᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴘᴇɴɪᴛᴇɴᴛ ʙᴇ ᴅᴀᴍɴᴇᴅ ʜɪᴅᴅᴇɴ ᴀɴᴅ ᴘᴀᴛɪᴇɴᴛ ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴇ ᴍʏ ᴍᴏᴛᴛᴏ. In which a Christian princess is married to a Viking.

Emma is tortured by the regrets of her past. She fights to get out of the dark path she's walking, but only discover the more she fights the more lost she becomes.

My Poems

------ Now, as their rage slowly simmered, the heathens were jovial as they strolled through the fields, indulging in their handy work. Those unlucky enough to still be alive were quickly pulled from the field and were dragged up the grassy hill that overlooked the once beautiful meadow. There, standing tall, was a strong oak with sweeping branches. It's once untouched limbs now hanging with ropes as they strung their last few alive victims by their throats. Holes had been carved through their necks with rope being shoved through, like the threading of a needle, before hanging them like ornaments on the trees vast branches that swept out over the hill. A spectacle of terror to scare their future conquests into a quick surrender lest they themselves be subjected to their brutal acts of violence and persuasion. ~~~~~~ Agony rang through the child like a poisoned knife and as the child watched each wolf fall something snapped inside, like a taught guitar string finally snapping under pressure. Silver eyes gave way to the red that ebbed away their warm grey till they glowed redder than the blood still seeping into the ground throughout the fields. And thus, the reaper of wolves was born. ------ Original production by Red Rogue. All characters, places and events are works of fiction. Any similarities to real life events and people are purely coincidental.