The journey

Hey :3
Sorry that I haven’t updated for some time ^^’ Bad me!

Today I sat down and read my Swedish speech ( That I put up last year) and I decided to write it into English so you guys could read it ^^ I think it was much better in Swedish than in English since I couldn’t find words that fitted with what I had originally written in Swedish. But it wasn’t too bad so I will still put it up 😉

This was written in my second year of high school. It was a oral test so I didn’t say it exactly as it was written. I got an A on the test 🙂
The theme we were going to write about was ‘a journey’

Here it is:
”I am going to talk about the biggest journey we will ever do, the journey some long for and others fear. The one no one can avoid to do at some point of their existence. Its either our last journey or it will be a continuation on the journey we have already started. Maybe that’s when the real journey starts. I shall talk about the journey from life to death. 

Many of us fear death, even though its something we can’t avoid. We probably fear it since we don’t know what will happen after we died, humans often fear what they don’t understand. There’s probably a lot of people that sees death as the last journey, when you die you will never wake up again. You will disappear into a vacuum of nothingness without memories, feelings or a soul. Everything just disappears. This is of course a scary thought for many, that everything will just end. Because if we just cease to exist without having known about our existence in life, what did we then live for? Doesn’t that make life meaningless?

But what if death only is the beginning of our journey, or the continuation of the journey we already started when we were born?

I have read a book written by Gabrielle Zevin that’s named Elsewhere. It’s about 15 year old Liz whom dies in an accident. She wakes up in ‘the afterlife’ where everyone ages backwards starting from the age they died. When they have reached the age of a newborn again they are sent back to the world of the living without any memories of their previous life.
I think this is a very interesting way to look at it, because if it were like that then we would be living in a circle that would never end. Which would mean that the journey would never end and there would never be anything to fear. Some people might fear death their whole life but then realize that all the energy they put on fear was wasted since there was nothing to be afraid of.

All of us have different opinions about what will happen after death, but everyone of us can probably agree that it is a journey we all must experience. The journey can be beautiful, but also horrible, which makes me think about this picture from Crysis 2 (shows a picture)
New York is destroyed and in ruins, one can assume that many people have died, but even though it is so sad and brutal there is still something beautiful in this picture. Despite the devastation this picture still makes me feel calm and peaceful. Maybe death is like that, even though it seems horrible for the rest of the world it might be peaceful and beautiful for the dead person.

But the only way of really knowing is die yourself. But that doesn’t mean that we should throw ourselves head first from a cliff because we are curious. Death is something that will come to us all eventually, and we should live our life’s happily until that day comes. Because if death would be the end of our journey, if our existence would be erased, then shouldn’t we have done something with our life’s that we can be proud over, so that we don’t have to lie on our deathbed with regrets? “

This was the picture I used in the presentation:


Madness & The last journey

Hello again

This time I come with some writing work I have done. On iwaku roleplay forum we have a part of the forum that has writing challenges, this is two works I have done, the first one is from February and the second one are from yesterday.

The first text: 
This was a picture challenge, first I’ll give you the picture that we were going to write about then the text I wrote to it.


Hate, despair, cruel.. He’s fault, everything.

A woman walking down the street by herself at midnight, her thoughts were filled of rage, hate, despair. She was certain of the fact that he had cheated on her, she was certain that it was all his fault. She had been faithful towards him for so long and still he did those kind of things to her. As if she wouldn’t notice that he never came to see her anymore, as if she wouldn’t notice that his excuses of the work taking to much time weren’t a lie.

Lier, cheater, the world would be better if you just died.

Thoughts running threw her mind, unstoppable thoughts that came up to the serface all the time. She needed to take away these thoughts before they would drive her insane.

If he were gone then I wouldn’t…

Yes if he were gone, then she wouldn’t feel like that, the problems would be solved. He was the root to all her thoughts, to the devil lurking in her once so gentle heart, her heart that now had turned ice cold and dark of despair and hate. If she were going to hell because of him then she would take him with her.


She stopped in the middle of her steps, yes ofcourse, she just needed to erase him. That was perfect, if he didn’t excist then everything would be fine. She turned around and started to walk to his appartment, a grin decorated her face.

Erase him will solve it.

The thoughs spinned around in her head and a somewhat crazy happiness filled her whole body, he would be erased soon. God would help her do it, he wouldn’t let her go to hell, she were a good girl. It was him who were at fault, but if she erased him then everything that he made her do against God would be forgiven. Her soul would be free.

She knocked on the door to his appartment, no answer. She knocked again, she heard someone moving inside. She knocked a third time, now he were awake and walked towards the door. She had her face facing the floor, he would think she were sad while in reality she actually were hiding a grin that only a maniac would be able to make. He got concerned about her and let her inside the apartment, while he went to make her a cup of coffee she went to one of his drawers, she knew he had a gun in it. She needed to kill him before he killed her, he would do it when he thought she weren’t good enough. Even if he wouldn’t do it she would always just be someone he cheated on. This wasn’t for her, this was for God and all the other women he were with.

Kill him, kill him now She thought but another part of her had started to waver No I can’t kill him But she couldn’t give up so easily God will help me do it, I must kill him.

At that thought he came out to her and saw her with the gun.
“What are you doing?” He asked and she turned around pointing the gun at him.
“This is all your fault, you should never have been born you devil.” She shouted while tears started to run down, then her expression of despair disappeard and got replaced by a grin. “You will never hurt anyone again. Never” She said while walking closer. He started to move but there was no chance to take the way to the door so he automatically moved towards the window.
“Please calm down, I don’t know what you’re talking ab…” “LIAR” She screamed interupting his sentence then she shoot. Just when he heard the gun he jumped backwards without thinking about the window, he fell out of the window and felt how the bullet went in to his chest. But the pain didn’t last long because he died as fast as he reached the ground.

The woman laughed, the laugh grew higher and the tears became more and more, she had done it, she had killed the devil.
I’m free 
Her shaking hand moved up towards her head
I’m finally free from the devil, God you understand right?
Her eyes wide open as she started to move her fingers.
I will meet you soon, please accept me
A second shot came from the room and the police soon came to find the body of a woman in the mans apartment

Second text:
This was more of a writing practice than a challenge, we were supposed to write a text where either our character dies or them seeing another character dies.

The last journey 

Everyone had to die at some point, some died young, some died old. Björn Bergvid were an old viking, the most didn’t reach such an high age. Only skilled warriors could reach such an high age, he had succeeded. He had survived one of his sons whom died in his twenties, he had also survived many of his childhood friends. Hopefully he wouldn’t have to survive his second son, after all, a parent shouldn’t have to watch their children die. Maybe it was his fault that his son died, he could have trained him better.

The old man looked out over the water. Not too far away were land, the land that they had just invaded. The land where Bergvid had become gravely injured. Even the best of fighters became injured, he would be fighting again in some days. At least so he thought.

Father, you should rest or else your wound won’t heal.” Tor told his father while putting a hand on his fathers shoulder.
I couldn’t keep my promise.” Bergvid said, mostly to himself. He had promised his wife a great fortune when he returned, but it hadn’t gone as planned. They had gotten gold and silver from the village but after being divided between the over twenty men it wasn’t that much that everyone got. Never had so many gotten so hurt during one of their journeys, not even once had they been forced to surrender before. Maybe he were too old to keep being a viking, maybe it was time to join his son in Valhalla.

Father, come in and rest for a bit

He walked with his son beside him, he stumbled a couple of times and first then he noticed how badly injured he actually were. When he laid down he started to feel the pain in the wounds and it got worse for every second. Even though they didn’t know about it the wounds were gravely infected, that night would be his last night alive.

The sweat didn’t stop pouring down and soon he started to cough. The coughs had started before they had started their invasion which failed, but now it seemed to get worse. It only took a couple of hours before he couldn’t even move anymore. Not only were the wounds infected, they also couldn’t stop bleeding and the sickness he had caught before the invasion only got worse. At some point he started to talk, Tor could barely make out fathers words as they came as a wheezy whisper.
I will join your brother in Valhalla soon, I’ll be waiting for you there.
His hand fell down from his sons shoulder which he had grabbed as he started to talk. He still were breathing, but not for long.

Even though it was a long journey back and the men wanted to get rid of the body fast because it would start to rot, they still had their honor as vikings. To just get rid of the body of their leader would be shameful for both the crew, the family and Bergvid himself. So they let the body stay on the ship the whole journey and when they got home with his dead body they put him on a smaller viking ship which then his wife went into.

Eva, his wife, looked at her son a last time “I will join your father and brother in Valhalla, we will all wait for you there. Become a great viking as your father, and Oden will let you meet us again someday.” She laid down in the boat beside her dead husband, the rotting body smelled awful and were barely recognizable anymore but she didn’t mind. Soon she would see him in flesh and blood again, on the other side.

As they put the ship on fire Tor could only stand there and watch as his mother got burned to death while the boat were pushed away from the shore. One tear fell from his eye as he lost his family, now he were alone. At least until he got married and get a new family.

I mostly came up with the last one because I had done a plot challenge where we should write something that had with runic engravings, and because I’m Swede I must create a Swedish viking. After that I noticed the death writing exercise and come to think about that I had written in the plot challenge that he would die so I used him in the other one too xD

Here is the plot challenge:
The year was 934 AD. Björn Bergvid, a Swedish viking from Öland, were about to make his last journey before his life would end. With a crew of over twenty strong men he would travel towards what we today call united kingdom. Unknowing about the fate that waited him he kissed his wife goodbye before promising that he would return with a great fortune. This journey would be made to honor his dead son, he died as a great warrior and now he probably were at Oden’s side waiting for his father to join him. 

Before he left he went to the rune stone that had been raised for his son, the one that Björn himself had made. “I will see you in Valhalla my son.” He said before leaving towards the ship and the men that waited for him. He may be old but he was still a viking and a warrior, he wouldn’t give up just yet. 

Roleplay characters in anime style!

Hello ^^

I know I am telling you in every post that I am going to become more active, and I am really working on it but I am really lazy at the moment xD

No, actually I have been working hard (the latest 24 hours)
I have made drawings of characters in a rp I have been doing for over a year, and it takes a lot of time. I’m not finished yet. I have two more characters to draw plus if I have time and space in the background then I will put in a couple of more characters (That are the main characters sidekicks)

Half done, only two ore characters!

It becomes a bit small on this site, here you can see it a bit bigger.
I will put up it later on deviantart when it’s completely done.

I am thinking about changing the background but we’ll see how I’m doing with that later.

Just some old drawings!

I promised you that I would put up some pictures I had drawn. Remember, this is pictures I made when I were 14 years old and younger so they aren’t that good. x)

This one was made before I had learned to draw heads that weren’t as big as the body xD 

A thing I made in eight grade when we were going to draw a hand that was holding something. 

I think I were a bit bored during a lesson and were just making something random.

I think I looked at another persons drawing and wanted to draw it because it were so cute so this is a drawing of another persons drawing xD

I loved Ben ten when I were younger so of course I were forced to draw one of his alien thingies xD

I made this one in school during a lesson!

When I started to like death note I decided to draw my favorite characters (I think I were fifteen years old when I did this pictures)

Of course I had my little ouran host club period too 😉

Then I also had a period in my life when I wanted to paint on the computer (which I can’t do that easy now because I don’t have a real computer mouse since I got a laptop, so it’s a bit hard to paint on the computer)

(The same picture after some coloring, it is not finished and I haven’t even finished it today even though I started years ago. I will probably never finish it either xD)

That was all I had for now, I have made some pictures from hetalia just a year ago so those are a bit better than this drawings. As I said, this was drawn when I were fourteen, some when I were younger and some when I were a bit older. So they aren’t that good xD I mostly took those which I liked the most so the really bad drawings aren’t here xD Trust me, I have done far worse 😉

My dad listens to me singing on fb while I am writing this!

Well the concert went fabulously as my friend said xD First when I got to practiced Wishing you were somehow here again then I did a lot of mistakes, but at the evening it went pretty good ^^ But I were so nervous so I were shaking like a leaf xD I think it sounds pretty clearly that I were nervous but everyone else says that they didn’t notice it at all. I don’t know, maybe they are lying xD My dad said I got the biggest applauds in the church when I did my solo but except for the ending song. I don’t know if I got the biggest applauds but I did get a much bigger applaud than I had ever gotten before. It felt pretty good 😉

A Swedish speech

I found a thing I wrote half a year ago to a Swedish speech exam/test (Svenska B muntligt test)) I got an A (Mvg) in grade on it,  so I thought I should post it. Right now it is only in Swedish but when I have graduated in two weeks I will probably put up a translated version of it. I think I changed some things when I did the speech but it is almost exactly as I did it.
We got a theme that we had to talk about and then we had to have at least two things that reminded us of what we talked about.

So once again, this is in Swedish and I will probably translate this some time in some weeks but at the moment I will just put up the Swedish version.

“Jag ska tala om den största resan vi nĂ„gonsin kommer att göra, den som vissa ser fram emot och andra fruktar. Den som ingen kan undvika att göra nĂ„gon gĂ„ng under sin existens. Det Ă€r antingen vĂ„r sista resa eller sĂ„ Ă€r det fortsĂ€ttningen pĂ„ den resa vi redan har pĂ„börjat, kanske sĂ„ Ă€r det först dĂ„ vĂ„r vĂ€rkliga resa börjar. Jag ska tala om resan till dödens rike.

Vi fruktar mÄnga döden, trots att det Àr nÄgot ingen utav oss kan undvika, vi fruktar den antagligen för att vi inte vet vad som hÀnder nÀr vi har dött, mÀnniskor brukar trots allt frukta det de inte förstÄr.  MÄnga ser det antagligen som den allra sista resan, nÀr man dör sÄ vaknar man aldrig upp igen. Man försvinner in i ett vakuum av ingenting utan minnen, utan kÀnslor, utan sjÀl. Allting bara försvinner.  SjÀlvklart skrÀmmer den tanken mÄnga, att det bara kommer att ta slut, för om vi bara slutar existera utan att ha vetat om vÄr egna existens, varför levde vi dÄ? Gör inte det livet rÀtt sÄ meningslöst?

Men tÀnk om döden bara Àr början pÄ vÄr resa eller fortsÀttningen pÄ resan vi pÄbörjade nÀr vi föddes?
Jag har lĂ€st en bok av Gabrielle Zevin (2005) som heter nĂ„gon annanstans. Den handlar om 15Ă„riga Liz som dör i en cykel olycka, hon vaknar upp i ”livet efter detta” dĂ€r alla Ă„ldras baklĂ€nges frĂ„n den Ă„lder dom var nĂ€r de dog. NĂ€r de vĂ€l har blivit nyfödda igen sĂ„ skickades dom tillbaka till ett nytt liv utan att minnas nĂ„got utav deras tidigare liv.
Jag tycker att detta Àr ett mycket intressant sÀtt att se pÄ det, för om det skulle vara sÄ, sÄ skulle vi leva i en cirkel som aldrig tar slut, vilket betyder att resan aldrig kommer att ta slut, och dÄ skulle vi inte ha nÄgonting att frukta. Vissa mÀnniskor kanske gÄr runt och fruktar döden under hela livet men upptÀcker att de kunde ha lagt den energin pÄ sÄ mycket annat för det fanns aldrig nÄgot att vara rÀdd för.

Alla har vi olika uppfattningar om vad som hÀnder nÀr man dött, men vi kan nog alla vara överens om att det Àr en resa i sig att dö. Resan kan vara vacker men ocksÄ otroligt hemsk vilket fÄr mig att tÀnka pÄ en bild frÄn Crysis 2. (visar en bild)
New york Àr förstört och i ruiner, man kan anta att mÄnga mÀnniskor har dött, men trots att det Àr sÄ sorgligt och brutalt sÄ ser jag fortfarande nÄgot otroligt vackert i den hÀr bilden.
Trots förstörelsen sÄ kÀnner jag mig vÀldigt lycklig utav att se den hÀr bilden, jag kÀnner mig lugn och fridfull. Kanske Àr döden pÄ det sÀttet ocksÄ, Àven om det ser hemskt ut för resten av vÀrlden sÄ kan det vara nÄgot vackert eller fridfullt för den döde personen.

Men det enda sĂ€ttet att sĂ€kert fĂ„ veta vad som hĂ€nder efter döden Ă€r att dö, men det betyder inte att vi borde slĂ€nga oss huvudstupa utför en klippa bara för att vi Ă€r nyfikna. Döden kommer sĂ„ smĂ„ningom till oss alla och tills det Ă€r dags bör man leva livet till fullo, för om det skulle vara sĂ„ att vi bara slutar existera efter att vi dött, borde vi inte ha gjort nĂ„got vettigt med vĂ„ra liv sĂ„ vi inte behöver Ă„ngra vĂ„ra handlingar nĂ€r vi ligger pĂ„ dödsbĂ€dden? ”