A journey into creative storytelling!
That night, a real storm brewed outside the windows. The large trees twisted and turned, and their branches banged and scraped menacingly as if trying to pry their way into the room. Worries and doubts were trying to sneak into their heads.
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The children woke in the middle of the night. There was a strange rustling sound coming from their desk. “Listen,” the girl whispered in dismay, “there’s someone there!” The boy listened for a moment, but the sounds had stopped – if they had ever been there …
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It was her birthday. She so wanted to see her friends, but because of the virus and the quarantine it was impossible to invite guests… But suddenly, unexpectedly, the door bell rang […]
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Some years ago we were travelling the Rhine. An unforgettable journey… Old castles and cities dotted the fascinating landscape at every bend of the magnificent river around the lush vineyards flowing down the lush hillsides! And… the Legends! I began work on a story and song then, inspired by this trip. But something was missing, […]
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The World is so wonderful and there are so many exciting things to experience. We really want to catch them all. But sometimes it is important just to relax and to enjoy it, and allow the world to pass…
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In the huge hall of the spacecraft stood a tall and graceful woman. Stars and galaxies circled around her. By the movement of her hands she controlled their trajectory. Sometimes frowning, she collected some of them in her palms and seemed to fashion them again. Satisfied with the result, she then sent them back into […]
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“Here comes the neighbours!” … and life will likely never be quite the same again! […]
A beautiful fantasy canvas painting by Tomas Ljunggren and a great video performance by the incomparable Aleksey Igudesman!
She was a creature of the Sun. But in this land there were rain and clouds and with time she became more and more sad and weak. Then her husband, the knight of her heart, built for her a castle on the highest of mountain tops within their lands.
It was, maybe, not the most practical of decisions […]
They were running and running as fast as they could and they almost reached the forest. But suddenly she stopped, supporting herself against the garden fence and breathing heavily. “I… I can’t run anymore.”
He carefully crawled up the hill and looked down, back at the village, taking care not to be seen. “They are following us,” he told her. “They are questioning people. And – they have dogs.” […]
