Já við vorum að skrifa örsögur í ensku, ekki mitt sterkasta ritform en hérna er ein af þeim.

One day I was walking home through a shortcut, it was a cold winter‘s morning before anything or anyone was awake. What I was doing there so early was another story. But as I was walking through the snow covered ground and frost was biting my fingers I suddenly saw something red in the snow. A trail of blood. I followed the pure red color and ended seeing a person lying in the snow. She was already dead, lips of blue, hands frozen and her body lying lifelessly on the ground. But I just shrugged and kept on walking since I knew that she wasn’t a part of this world’s existence.