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I’m a sociologist and I’m currently working for a political party. Writing is something I do for fun and it has become a way for me to unwind. English is not my first language though, so pleas be patient with me :-)

Book favorites are Lord of the Rings (no one over, no one beside), Song of Ice and Fire, The Hunger Games, Watership Down, Looking for Alaska, The Handmaid’s tale, The Brothers Lionheart (Swedish), The Lion Woman (Norwegian) and The Raven Rings (Norwegian)

Favorite TV shows are Battlestar Galactica, Game of Thrones, Firefly, Sherlock, Downtown Abby, Band of Brothers, The Big Bang Theory, How I Met Your Mother, Westworld and Terminator: Shara Conner Chronicles.

My stories:

Never Be Forgotten:

A Battlestar Galactica fanfic. About how Kara met Lee and Zak pre miniseries. I try to follow canon as best as I can!

Smoking Embers:

I was doodling around the though: What if Katniss didn’t stir the uprisings? How would she be as a mentor? I decided to let Peeta die, making Katniss a single victor of the 74th Hunger Games. A little romance (Galeniss) and a lot of drama and angst. Complete.

Silent Song:

A sequel to Smoking Embers. A work in progress, but I’ve hit a wall with this one at the time being.

Finnick’s rope:

My geeky story. I’ll write the scenes from the Mockingjay book where Finnick’s rope is explicitly mentioned, and rummage through the head of the person possessing the rope at the time. (Finnick gives it to Katniss, Katniss give it back to Finnick, Finnick gives it to Peeta). I guess the story will unfold as I go. I’m very much looking forward to writing in the POV of a hijacked Peeta!

Levels of Intimacy

A one-shot about Finnick being forced into prostitution. Rated M because of prostitution and sexual references. Complete.

Shipwrecked:

A Finnick one-shot. Complete.

I appreciate every review, fan and follower. Thank you so much! You make my day!

“I don’t like anything here at all.” said Frodo, “step or stone, breath or bone. Earth, air and water all seem accursed. But so our path is laid.”

“Yes, that’s so,” said Sam, “And we shouldn’t be here at all, if we’d known more about it before we started. But I suppose it’s often that way. The brave things in the old tales and songs, Mr. Frodo, adventures, as I used to call them. I used to think that they were things the wonderful folk of the stories went out and looked for, because they wanted them, because they were exciting and life was a bit dull, a kind of a sport, as you might say. But that’s not the way of it with the tales that really mattered, or the ones that stay in the mind. Folk seem to have been just landed in them, usually their paths were laid that way, as you put it. But I expect they had lots of chances, like us, of turning back, only they didn’t. And if they had, we shouldn’t know, because they’d have been forgotten. We hear about those as just went on, and not all to a good end, mind you; at least not to what folk inside a story and not outside it call a good end. You know, coming home, and finding things all right, though not quite the same; like old Mr Bilbo. But those aren’t always the best tales to hear, though they may be the best tales to get landed in! I wonder what sort of a tale we’ve fallen into?”

“I wonder,” said Frodo, “But I don’t know. And that’s the way of a real tale. Take any one that you’re fond of. You may know, or guess, what kind of a tale it is, happy-ending or sad-ending, but the people in it don’t know. And you don’t want them to.”

- Tolkien, Lord of the Rings