Josefine R. Dalsager

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Apr, 2024

Stories (4)

4 Stories

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“My Christmas” by Josefine R. Dalsager

Submitted to Contest #272

It’s christmas eve, I’m sitting in my room, the time is almost midnight and i’m exhausted. What a night, what had happened, why was everybody acting so weird. It was supposed to be a quiet night with my mom, dad and older sister. She doesn’t live at home anymore, she is a lawyer and lives in the city. So I’m the only one who lives at home, despite the fact that i’m 22 years old, but I really don’t know what to study yet, and my parents say that they don’t mind me living at home, they love having me, they say.So I’m not in any hurry, I will s...

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“How To Kill A God” by Josefine R. Dalsager

Submitted to Contest #270

How To Kill A GodA Step By Step Instruction.Preface: One must recognize what kind of god ones god is, for this guide is only for specific gods, see alternatively “How To Kill A Water God” or “How To Kill A Young God”. If ones God fits into these criteria : ancient - has children - punishes sinners - jealous. Then ones God can be killed with the next steps. Ingredients:One single jar of flames of a dying star.Two scales from the first fish who walked the lands.Tears, just a tablespoon, from the first born child of ones God(alternatively secon...

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“All The Same. ” by Josefine R. Dalsager

Submitted to Contest #247

Every day is the same, the clock rings to wake us up in our side by side beds. In rows we get up, synchronized after years of routine. In tact with each other we make our beds, beat by beat, the same every day. We walk in one neat line out to brush our teeth, our hair, standing up right, sleep long since away from our minds. The mirror we look into are all the same, uniform circles, and the faces we see look so much alike now, that we can look at each other and see ourselves. We put on our white dresses, our clean white shoes. Wide white smi...

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“The Moon Close” by Josefine R. Dalsager

Submitted to Contest #245

Stacy had reluctantly agreed to travel up the mountain. When Peter and Aaron first pitched the idea, to go up high where the moon would be at its clearest, she had declined. She had thought it was a waste of time, hadn't seen a point in it when she could see it just at well from the plaza. For days they had both talked about the trip non-stop, excited about witnessing something away from the crowd. She had rolled her eyes at them, and everytime they asked she said that she would rather be with her family anyways. Stacy didn't want to be away...

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Author bio

hi! i'm a danish autistic reader and writter. i have a great love for sci-fi and fantasy. daily i go to school and play with my dog:)