A personal secret

As February passed I didn’t feel quite like writing something for my blog. You see: I knew very early in January that my next blog piece would be about new year’s resolutions and how most people don’t have their goals set in stone and follow through after 1-2 months.

But I think enough is written about this. And I don’t want to make this blog be about general things. I want to talk about topics that I like.

So today I will write shortly about what I’ve been doing the last month and how everything I will do this year fits into my Year Theme.

My personal theme this year is Future fit. It is situated in the area of mental and physical health.

It is a year where I explore different things to improve both topics. I explore/research topics like food, physical movement and attitude. Just to see what I like and implement those into my life. But I also work on my future. I want to make writing/making stories so big in my life it can pay the bills. I am showing bits of this on the web, but it’s not something I frequently talk about with people. Which can be considered strange if you consider it is an integral part of my being.

I recently started the Masterclass of Neil Gaiman on The art of Storytelling. The second chapter has an exercise which deals with this very issue. So as part of my coming out as a writer and being Future Fit, I will share this with you.

The goal of this exercise is to practice honesty in writing. To show more then you are comfortable showing. There are 4 prompts to choose from, I chose this one: A secret that you are afraid to talk about.

Secret: Of dragons and spaceships.

When you would ask me: What is a secret that you are afraid to talk about I would have to think. The goal of this exercise is to be a little bit more honest than usual. So my choice would be: my writing. You see, it is not a secret. But it is also not something that I tell everyone when we talk about life. It’s just there, as a part of my life. And it’s just a part of me as playing volleyball and work and cook nice food. It just is a topic that is out of most people’s spectrum so it is almost never brought up. People ask each other about life in general (how are you) or work (how/where do you work), but we almost never get to the point where I naturally say: “I’m writing a story. One that will inspire people. One that shows them you need to make the big choices in your life. Even if you cannot see where it leads.”  

It’s not that I’m bad at small talk, I think I’m just to aware of time and that my conversation partner and myself will probably never get to the good stuff. That place and time where you talk about personal goals and what that little dot on the horizon is. And there is also that little voice of judgement that says: “You can’t say you think in dragons, magic and spaceships. Who says that? That’s silly! People will look at you if you’re crazy.”

And the truth is: I am crazy. About dragons, magic and spaceships. And it does not really matter what others think, because it is a part of me.

So the next time you meet me, indulge me for a bit. I know the conversation would be a little different then what you expect, but it will be most rewarding.

The Report – Short story and explanatory blog

A couple of weeks back I woke up before my alarm clock. Usually I need to visit the toilet or my mind just wanders off again until the alarm clock wakes me. This was a different morning. I sleep very often with a slightly open window for fresh air. And only when the cold comes drifting in and I feel like my toes will freeze off I close it completely. But it was somewhere in October and the temperature was really not that cold yet. The thing, or rather sound that intrigued me was a strange gurgling sound that came from outside.It was around six in the morning and there is usually very little sound in my neighborhood. So this sound that came from outside was very strange to me. It did not sound like anything that I could identify. Like water or any car or machine that I know of. So I made a little story about what it could have been.

It’s the first published story in the storyworld that I’m building. Enjoy.




A large raven landed silently on the railing of the apartment building. He avoided being caught in the light of the near lamps and perched in the shadow.

Hurr enjoyed the quietness of the early morning. It wouldn’t be long before the humans would dominate the streets and he wanted to be well on his way by then. There weren’t to many places where he could enjoy the silence. Especially during the day when the sky seemed to be the best place to find it. Luckily he wouldn’t be out among the humans for a couple of days after he delivered his report. He would enjoy the luxury of a fine drink with his fellow officers bleating about their accomplishments while he tried to ignore them. Hurr hated this planet.

He didn’t think it would be this different when he’d signed up for this mission. Most of his people signed to explore new places, hone their transformation skills and subsequently boast about them against anyone willing to listen.

For Hurr, it was a chance for power and recognition in the Armada. But he’d sadly found himself stuck on a polluted, overcrowded world dominated by a primitive species who hadn’t even properly left their own solar system. There wasn’t much recognition to be found here. For that, he had to be in a warzone.


“Dreaming on the job?” The sweet voice catched him off guard.

Hurr turned to see the black cat slowly approaching: “You’re late”.

She smiled: “What if I was watching you from a distance? Deciding if I wanted to eat you or not.”

He eyed her wearingly. Clearly, she was playing with him. With her slowly wagging tail and her mesmerising eyes….

He snapped out of her eyecatch and opened his wings, showing his stature markings that flashed dangerously. His eyes burned with fury: “Do not play me like a fool, Lowborn. We are on a mission: report!”

The cat hissed, acknowledging that she overstepped and carefully took a position that would allow her to respond immediately to any threat. Aerr knew that Hurr was dangerous. Even for one with limited transformation skills, he still had the power to kill her instantly if she was not careful.

“Well,” she started: “It is very much a divided planet. It will take time before they evolve out of planetary habitation, though technology seems to improve fast. These improvements blurr reality, and the people find their enjoyment in the consumption of media. While some are more fanatic then others, most have a real addiction in their escape into media.”

“So it is not so different from the city planets. I thought so. The way to the people is found through media. What else, cat?”

She chose to ignore his stinging comment. Aerr was never happy when she was addressed in her taken form. But she knew the moment that Hurr was appointed as her messenger superior that he would keep their relationship ‘professional’.

She continued: “The human from the case. I studied him. He has gentle behaviour, but a heavy heart. From what I can see in his eyes he doesn’t feel at ease. Like he’s lost meaning.”

Hurr cocked his head, slowly processing her message: “Meaning, of what?”

She sighed: “He’s lost meaning in life. Like he lost a piece of himself. I caught his eyes last week and he feels like someone who is searching for something.”

Hurr remained silent for a second: “That matches with our latest intel. Since his return to Earth he’s lost all trace of Dragon energy in and around him that was recorded earlier. Our readings of his body after return and the weeks following showed that he lost the power source or gave it away.”

Aerr stared past Hurr: “It’s sad to see such potential wasted, though. These people can be valuable allies.”

Hurr snapped at her: “be careful with your sympathies, cat. When the time comes, he may turn out to be an enemy of the Empire. He has sided with them before.”

He paused for a moment: “But, I will make an extra note of this in the report. You make a valid point to consider.”

Aerr blinked surprised: “Thank you, I just want to be of good service to the Lord Commander.”

“And He will be pleased with your findings on such short notice. Keep going like this, and you may receive a more…difficult challenge.”

She bowed slightly as a thanks.

“Next report in two weeks, cat.” Hurr folded his left wing to his chest: “For the Empire!” He jumped off the building and flew north. Only a incidental shadow cast by a city light betrayed his alien form.

As Hurr in disappeared in the distance the cat smirked at him: “Yeah, for the Empire.”


When she made her way to the edge of the railing a light blinked on in an apartment below. A familiar face looked through a window. Aerr thought on Hurr’s words. If she eventually wanted an out of her current life, this poor soul could be the key she needed. But for now, that was not important. Aerr knew that she would be playing a dangerous game if she’d go with it. So she had to plan this carefully.

She waited until the human left his apartment to go to work, some time later. Aerr had already moved out of sight when he came out of the door, so she would not be seen. He stopped for a moment and scanned the building, like if he was searching for something. When the man saw nothing he walked away.

She looked at him, smiling. He probably heard their conversation, but that didn’t matter. Their native tongue sounded like gurgling to other species, so even if he had an active translator chip he could not understand them.

She jumped on a garden wall while making her way down. She had to catch some breakfast before the humans would take control of the streets. Maybe that stray cat she encountered earlier had enough meat on him to satisfy her for the moment.



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