For a long time now I have read and read and read. Even a long time before I got my nick.. There are so many good writers here! I can't pick just one favorite. There are just too many.

Forgive the spelling and language. It's a long time since English classes.. In fact it's been over 20 years! Neither is English my foreign language. But I give it a try. So here you are. A story in Norwegian English.

The pull.

She had forgotten her real name. It had disappeared in the vague impression of time. Countless turns of the season had passed. The only thing that mattered was to survive. Every day was a struggle. The most important thing was to hunt and eat. And when she found a good shelter, she was content. But she never stayed long at the same time. After a while on a place, she moved on for another. Safety came first. She was aware of the things around her. She knew every sound and smell in the forests.

Sometimes she dreamt. In her sleep she could see blurred images from a past long forgotten. But that was a long long time ago. She had lived in solitude for an eternity. She knew there had been some one that she had sheared her meals and time with, but who? She could neither remember her parents or her former tribe mates. From time to time she had tried to make contact with other, when she had the chance. But their smell and noise scared her away. She preferred the solitude.

For a long time now there had been a tingling, an irritating itch in her mind. A draw toward something she could not know, or remember. She had started to walk. The cold winds felt like it was going right thru her pelt. Her body felt cold and stiff. The white cold season had never ended. She didn't know that her wanderings had led her to the north. The mountains drove closer. Something pulled her harder. The itches in her mind never seemed to stop. With every step, the tingling grew. She lost her focus on the surroundings. Now it was like a constant buzzing in her head.

Suddenly she fell! The blue sky was above her. On every side there were walls of snow. She looked around her. Sheer luck had helped her to avoid the pillar of wood sticks. She felt a moderate pain in the back. She knew she would get a big bruise there. For what seemed for hours, she tried to climb up the walls. But every time she slide down again. The walls were too slippery to get a proper grip. Tired she sat down with her back against the wall. Suddenly she could hear harsh growling voices. Footsteps came closer to the edge of the pit. A big ugly face loomed high above her.

"What do we have here? This isn't one of the cursed elves. Ai, ai, ai! But I think this wolf's flee infested pelt will serve my king Guttlekraw well anyway!"