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Booksie Address: http://www.booksie.com/Andlat
Country: United States
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Favorite book: There are a few...
Member Since: Jun 30, 2007

Featured Writing

Pop Goes the Weasel!

Short Story by Andlat
Posted: Nov 5, 2007
A little girl finds a new cat, but there's something...
Tags:cat, little girl

Andlat

LIke a Candle in the Wind (The Old Man and the Storm)

Short Story by Andlat
Posted: Sep 30, 2007
When one notices the untamed rage of a storm, it is hard...
Tags:death, weather, age, storm

Andlat

The Eagle Over Hiroshima

Short Story by Andlat
Posted: Sep 15, 2007
Now edited! The abridged biography of Membalé Dalé...
Tags:politics, murder, biography, assassin, dystopia

Andlat

Our Memories

Poem by Andlat
Posted: Jun 30, 2007
A poem about the romantic memories that two lovers share.
Tags:love, romance, memories, lovers

Writing Portfolio

Beginning My Metamorphosis

Poem by Andlat
Posted: Mar 7, 2008
Gone is the time of peace and love. All that remains is...

Lady of the Evening

Short Story by Andlat
Posted: Feb 23, 2008
A man drives around late one night, searching for someone...

Poesia di Dolore

Poem by Andlat
Posted: Feb 8, 2008
On a whim, I wrote a haiku. This time, the title is in...

Fatum est Propinquus

Poem by Andlat
Posted: Feb 7, 2008
This poem is in English, but its meaning is still open to...

A Fall from Grace

Poem by Andlat
Posted: Jan 31, 2008
Death is a strange guarantee but Life does have its own...

Solution

Poem by Andlat
Posted: Jan 13, 2008
Anyone you ask will admit that we have screwed up this...

Jealousy by Andlat

Poem by Andlat
Posted: Jan 11, 2008
A five-senses poem that I wrote on Jealousy. Thank you to...

A Limerick for Booksie!

Poem by Andlat
Posted: Jan 11, 2008
This is a delightful and nonsensical limerick about a...

My Absence

Poem by Andlat
Posted: Jan 3, 2008
Why is it I am not noticed until I'm gone?

Medicine Man

Short Story by Andlat
Posted: Jan 3, 2008
Everyone has that one relative who believes that he can...

the flow of Time

Poem by Andlat
Posted: Dec 19, 2007
What is a summary other than a glorified spoiler?

Faza Eta Tinofa (My Divided Mind)

Poem by Andlat
Posted: Dec 12, 2007
I guess I am just showing off my new language. Whatever....

Smells-rite Candle Company

Short Story by Andlat
Posted: Dec 5, 2007
Does your home seem bland? Think a few candles will liven...

Liduna Kulna (Lost Love)

Poem by Andlat
Posted: Nov 24, 2007
A short poem about a maiden's lost love. This poem is, I...

YOU left ME!

Poem by Andlat
Posted: Nov 21, 2007
When she left, I was so broken-hearted, but now that I...

A Rather Random Rant: Sex on Booksie!

Short Story by Andlat
Posted: Nov 15, 2007
Why is it that everything on Booksie of late must be...

Pop Goes the Weasel!

Short Story by Andlat
Posted: Nov 5, 2007
A little girl finds a new cat, but there's something...

The Talking Skull

Short Story by Andlat
Posted: Nov 4, 2007
A hunter is hunting rabbits when he comes across a...

Norbert's Random Poetry, Volume II

Poem by Andlat
Posted: Oct 30, 2007
This is the second volume, which here means a sequel to...

The Drive

Short Story by Andlat
Posted: Oct 26, 2007
A young man is driving when he suddenly collides with a...

Norbert's Random Poetry, Volume 1

Poem by Andlat
Posted: Oct 22, 2007
Well, I have decided to begin a new series, known as...

My Thoughts and You

Poem by Andlat
Posted: Oct 16, 2007
I meet an ex-lover and SPARKS FLY!

Xerostomia

Poem by Andlat
Posted: Oct 16, 2007
Xerostomia is the medical name for dry mouth, and so, I...

To Catch a Talkative Man

Short Story by Andlat
Posted: Oct 6, 2007
A man owes the mob an undetermined amount of money. Given...

The Bastard Tree

Poem by Andlat
Posted: Sep 30, 2007
This is a humorous little poem (actually song lyrics)...

LIke a Candle in the Wind (The Old Man and the Storm)

Short Story by Andlat
Posted: Sep 30, 2007
When one notices the untamed rage of a storm, it is hard...

Pirate Day 2007!

Poem by Andlat
Posted: Sep 19, 2007
Yarr! It be Talk like a Pirate Day, and so, this be an...

The Eagle Over Hiroshima

Short Story by Andlat
Posted: Sep 15, 2007
Now edited! The abridged biography of Membalé Dalé...

Doomsday

Short Story by Andlat
Posted: Sep 11, 2007
What can one say about the day they die?

The Creation Myth of Zodulata

Short Story by Andlat
Posted: Aug 11, 2007
The creation myth for the world that will be featured in...

A Meeting

Poem by Andlat
Posted: Jul 17, 2007
A man walks through an empty field, pondering a great...

The Centaur

Short Story by Andlat
Posted: Jul 1, 2007
Life is forever in combat with death. In this tale, a...

Names

Short Story by Andlat
Posted: Jul 1, 2007
Names are powerful things....

An Eternity

Poem by Andlat
Posted: Jun 30, 2007
I wrote this poem in a very short time during one of my...

Rex and I

Short Story by Andlat
Posted: Jun 30, 2007
Everyone has a particular friend who is their best...

Our Memories

Poem by Andlat
Posted: Jun 30, 2007
A poem about the romantic memories that two lovers share.



 In all my life, truer words have not been spoken then these, spoken by a true friend of mine, her name lost to the ages. "Every fight is a food fight when you are a cannibal." These words have shaped my life in a countless number of ways. My name is, as some of you may be aware, Mr. Norbert "Andlat" von Hefflehorn. I was born in a hospital in Iceland on February the twenty-eighth in the year of our lord (Archibald) eighteen hundred and ninety-two.  Naturally, this makes me very close to being old. (My associate Archibald assures me that I am still young at heart.) I lived my first two decades in Iceland, but then, on the eve of my twenty-first birthday, my traveler's spirit awoke, and I began my epic journey to that wonderous place known as the United States of America. Once I arrived, I made my homestead in that town of sin known as San Francisco. I soon had a steady job as an erotic photographer, and I soon found myself swept up in the life that is that of a man of my occupation. I held this job until 1956, when I met my true love, Ms. Nymphadora Higgins. Sadly, she passed away of tuberculosis within five days of our meeting. This, naturally, affected my life greatly, and it was at this time that I began writing. Naturally, my first few (read: 700) pieces were absolute bollocks, and I soon fell into a great dispair. (sigh forlornly)

However, a change of luck was on the horizon, for in 1958, I was hit by a milk truck. After a successful lawsuit, I recieved a grand sum of fourteen dollars and nineteen cents. I was indeed, at last, dirt poor, for as I had laid there shortly after being knocked unconcious by the truck, vagabonds had emptied my pockets, which sadly had contained my life's savings. (I have never trusted banks.) Needless to say, after that, I was temporarily stricken mute by the shock. I was committed to a mental asylum, where I stayed until the pyromaniacs burned it down. I was the sole survivor. Since that fateful day, I have had to remain in hiding, even to this very day.

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