The bride by Sandra Hultsved.
Withering away by Sandra Hultsved.
Slowly they die by Sandra Hultsved
Eternal Winter by Sandra Hultsved
She is white as snow and cold as ice. She hasn’t always been like this though, no not at all.
Long ago, many ages from now, she was like any kind of young girl.
She had a warm loving heart and she loved to stroll around in the forest, just because it was so beautiful.
There was only in the forest she felt safe and free.
Down in the village where she lived, no one hardly ever noticed her at all and she didn’t even try
to draw attention to herself. It was in the forest she enjoyed being, so she didn’t care so much about
anything else that went on.
Although there was one person who she had for long admired.
But only furtively, because she didn’t dare to show him or tell him how she felt, she didn’t know how.
She could only dream about how it would be if, contrary to all expectations, he would become hers.
Ever until that day, when her dream became a nightmare. She saw his hand attached to someone else’s,
then their lips touched. In that very second, she felt like the entire sky fell right down on her.
Crashed down! She gasped for her breath and then she just froze. Her heart broke.
Why could she not have let him know how she felt, or at least tried to.
Never ever would she be able to love someone again. Never! A wrath of regret and grief grow inside of her.
If she wouldn’t get to experience true love then no one else would too.
With an icy gaze, she went forward to the person, who for only a few seconds ago was the love of her life.
The most perfect person in her eyes. Without a sound she took his hand in hers and saw how he slowly froze to ice.
From his warm loving heart, the blood is freezing out in every vessel.
The cold also reached in to the other hand which he hold on to.
Then as silently and cold as she had gotten there, she let go of the frozen body and walked away.
She went up to the forest, where she feel safe. She went past a rosebush with red roses
and she went right up to them. Just staring at the passionate red color,
she reaches out her cold hand and touched the roses petals. They turned all white with frost.
After that day she live in the forest, if you can call her living anymore.
She strolls around like a lost soul in the forest and freeze everything with love and happiness into ice.
The ghost of Ofelia by Sandra Hultsved.
She came towards me up from the water, as I stood under the willow tree near the broke. The branches were heavy with leaves that blew in the wind and they veiled my sight from her. It was not until she had come closer under the willows branches, that I could see her face and eyes. I shivered as I met her stare, because her eyes was doll like and cold, yet with a fragile and melancholy look. I was immediately captured by her look and although she frightened me, I was fond of her beauty. Her skin was pale and her red hair was wet and tangled, but with natural waves. On her head she had a garland of flowers and the colors of the flowers looked vibrant towards her otherwise so pale look and long white dress.
–”I’m Ofelia”, she said with a delicate voice, when she stood right in front of me. Then she lift up her hand towards the neck and showed me the pendant that she carried around her neck. There was an image in the middle that portrayed a man.
–”This is my love”, she said looking down at the pendant sorrowfully.
–”Although he was the one putting me down here…”, she paused. I stood there silently waiting for her to continue. Then she looked up at me again, with a gaze so deep and dark, I could not move or say a word. It was like my whole body had numbed. But I could feel her pain through her eyes.
–”Please help me”, she said with an even more fragile voice than before. Then it was like she was drawn back to the broke, into the water again. I followed to the edge of the bank and saw as her white dress disappeared drowning into the dark muddy water.
“Welcome to a world between life & fairytale. Maybe it looks like the world from fairytales, but the real life is closely approaching with its melancholy and dark romance. Beyond the dusk and in among the bare branches, there you’ll find stories about destinies that made lives freeze to ice and hearts to be buried.”
“Longing for soothing fall” by Sandra Hultsved.
The roaring of the water covers my ears.
Soothing, numbing, tempting, seductive.
It will embrace my body, make me light as a feather.
To suddenly not feel anything at all.
The cold water drops are calling on me,
come closer to the edge.
I’m crawling, shivering, wanting, reaching.
Whisper by Sandra Hultsved.