A Foundation of Bones
Stockholm is built on the bones of our dead. For the over a millennium, the city sprawled and clawed its way across the land by swallowing smaller townships and tearing farmland into cobblestone and concrete. Growing like a tumour, Stockholm devoured the old lands, and with it the traditions, beliefs and Gods of its people. Entire districts were raised on top of paupers cemeteries and mass graves, bones and skulls crushed into the morass to make way for progress, to nourish the insatiable city.
Stockholm is built on the bones of our dead. Where are those bones now? Their Gods? What tales would they tell could they speak? Grab a shovel, and I will tell you stories. The ossuaries of Stockholm lies unearthed.
My name is Daniel A. Lagergren, and I'm an author of weird fiction. I write horror novels, novellas, poems, screenplays, and scripts. Some of those will be published and promoted here together with photographs from my Instagram. Enjoy.
In my stories we visit the dark places of the mind, and stay until we're no longer welcome. Here you will find a selection of short stories and poems.
I take pictures using an iPhone X. While I appriciate more advanced equipment, pictures appear unannounced, unbidden, and therefore without walking around with an expensive digital camera at all times, I could not create the pictures I want to create.
Music and sounds play an integral part in my creativity. Not one for making noise myself, I prefer to listen and experience music at all times. When writing, some of these playlists help me get into the right mood, or inspire me. I hope you will find the selection of songs here to your liking.