Category: Fiction

Be Not Afraid: Sira Church in Eresfjord, Norway

Be Not Afraid

Fiction by Arvind Dilawar I came to in a stupor, sprawled across the backseat of Nora’s Volvo as we descended into the valley. The seven-hour red-eye from New York followed by the two-hour wait...

Minnehaha Avenue illustration

Where is Minnehaha Avenue, anyway?

Fiction by Barbara Schlichting Inga tried to hurry her husband, which was no easy feat. They were expected to be on time. After all, Norwegians were never late. That’s the crux of the matter....

Child's Christmas

A Child’s Christmas Prize

Fiction By Larrie Wanberg At Christmas when I was four years old, my parents told me a story from Norway about a family of elves—we called them nisser—who would play tricks on people, sometimes...

Man walking up to man standing on porch.

Fingertips

fiction by Darin Z. Krogh Jack Alden was not the kind of guy who delivered meals to the homebound. He hated old people. His charity service was a cover. He volunteered because Dag Jensen’s...

Julius Holm’s "Tornado Over St. Paul" painting.

They Say We Do Not Have Them

fiction by Stephanie Wilbur Ash They say we do not have them in Norway, but them over the sea, and once I saw one skip across the lane like a silly little girl. The...

A woman sitting on a bed thinking, trying to understand her dream.

Vikingr

fiction by Allison Baxter From there come maidens, very wise, Three from the lake that stands beneath the pole. One is called Urd, another Verdandi, Skuld the third; they carve into the tree The...

A drawing of the "Beyond the Grave" book.

Death Comes Silently

fiction by Glynis Scrivens Detective Karen Olsen stepped through the rubble of overturned furniture and books, making her way to the oak desk, where Professor Anders Johansen sat slumped, a revolver in his right...

Vision Quest

fiction by Richard Thomas I hear cars outside on the street, the world slipping by, and I wonder how I got here. Accident, what does that word mean—random, unintentional? Accidental. Accidents. We all have...

I’ll Call You

fiction by Glynis Scrivens “I’ve worked out the perfect way to kill someone and get away with it.” Carl looked pleased with himself as he took a long sip of chilled cider. They were...

Don’t tell

fiction by Tim Chapman When the police arrive you tell them you were coming from the kitchen with a big bowl of popcorn when you heard the blast. You tell them you dropped the...