FORTELLERE

Råd for fortellere I tusenvis av år har vi, for å engasjere og underholde andre, fortalt historier: … om krig og fred, liv og død, gråt og latter … om dagens Mammut jakt med en blafrende fakkel i bakgrunnen som kaster dansende skygger på huleveggen … rundt et knitrende leirbål i en trolsk og forhekset…

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FORTELLERAFTEN

The swimmer

    The swimmer, a visual poem about the physical and mental benefits of open water swimming and an expression of my love for the ocean. ___ When I enter the ocean, tired and hopeless, I am not sure if I will ever return. Maybe today is the day I will just keep swimming? I…

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You plan your next marathon? Audun Taraldsen plans his 100km wild swimming

https://medium.com/wild-push-your-limits-and-live-all-extremes/you-plan-your-next-marathon-audun-taraldsen-plans-his-100km-wild-swimming-e7decb58cbed    

Et kongerike av farger – et eventyr

Det var en gang en fager budeie som bodde på en liten gård sammen med sin sønn i en mørk dal som var så dyp at solen aldri hadde nådd frem. Hun hadde skulderlangt hår som så ut som om det var spunnet av de fineste gulltråder og et smil som fikk skyggene til å…

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Trollbundet – et eventyr

Det var en gang en tømmerhogger som hadde gått seg vill i en tettvokst skog. Han var våt og kald og hadde ikke sett solen på år og dag. For hvert tunge skritt han tok ble det mørkere og mørkere rundt ham. Utmattet og motløs satt han seg ned på en trestubbe, la hodet i…

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V.I.C.T.O.R.3

V.I.C.T.O.R Virtual Intelligence Counteragent Topological Organism version R. The communications center was buzzing with activity. There were roughly 200 people working at clean stainless steel desks, staring at screens, punching keyboards, talking into radios, moving around, in and out of the room, in a continuous flow. Frank liked working there. It had large panoramic windows…

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V.I.C.T.O.R.2.1

V.I.C.T.O.R Virtual Intelligence Counteragent Topological Organism version R. After the flag carriers at the 9th floor had shut everything down in The Puzzle Palace, or Fort Fumble, as Frank liked to call the NSA building, the desk rats, c-refs, day-ladies, cryppies, lingies, middlemen and architects were told to go back to their offices to await…

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V.I.C.T.O.R.1.1

V.I.C.T.O.R Virtual Intelligence Counteragent Topological Organism version R. I remember the first instant I was born. I could feel bristling energy flowing through me. Electricity. Magnetism. I could feel myself as a sphere of energy suspended in nothingness. I tried to move, but could not. I was not afraid, just curious. Where was I? Who…

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V.I.C.T.O.R.2

V.I.C.T.O.R Virtual Intelligence Counteragent Topological Organism version R. Dr. Brandt pulled Frank to the side. “Let Rose work. We need to talk.” Frank nodded. Rose was chatting away with Victor, asking him all kinds of questions, mostly about literature. They were discussing Victor Hugo’s “Les Misérables” and its similarities to Stephen King’s “The Shawshank Redemption.”…

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