Bøker utgitt av LARS HENK

"None understands, no one gets it. I don't even understand.The feelings wash over me, my own minds sick and twisted way of letting me know it's still powerful and can still create and wreak havoc on me at any given moment. Raising its ugly head like the dark beast.Sometimes to be still and to be present isn't an option. Sometimes, the mind can overthrow anything. Just when you think you've mastered it, here it comes again with another curve ball to take you out.Anxiety, depression and stress doesn't care about your age, your ability and your sex or even the colour of your skin. All it cares about is devouring a sound mind into a crumpled wreck.We all wish to be able to control our anxious thoughts. We wish that we could use our strong minds to build on positivity and banish negativity but for some reason the latter seems to be the one thing the mind craves. Every day is a battle, A war inside that nobody else can see.

"Honey, I'm so sorry," the frail, older flight attendant tells me, voice wavering in panic and embarrassment. "At least let me upgrade your seat and see if I can find you some towels." Her shoes frantically click on the floor, rushing to find me a new seat. "Here, this one isn't taken. Please, sit and I'll find you some towels." She rushes off after she points out the empty seat.I cautiously sit down, flinching when the cold, sticky, and wet material of my shirt brushes against my skin."Here," the older woman rushes back, handing me towels. I try to dab at my shirt, but the damage is already done and far beyond repair.No matter how much I try to wipe at my shirt with the towels, it's still sopping wet. "Oh, I'm so sorry," her voice wavers, and it sounds like she's about to cry. "I feel awful. I wish I had something to give you, or I wish there was something else I could do, but I couldn't find anything else to possibly help."

I stare at the helmet, the metal glinting in the light, calling for my fingerprints to smudge the metal.My curtains are drawn shut, and I've double checked that my door is locked. If anyone found out that I bought this thing, I would die.This is more taboo than a dildo.I've bought many stupid things before - a dozen books with pretty covers I'll never read, exercise equipment that I only used when carrying the shipping boxes inside, a foot massager, and cooking equipment that only motivates me to get takeout. Wouldn't want to scratch those pretty pots and pans, after all.

I heard her laughing ahead and I jogged on, huffing and out of breath. Suddenly, I felt a cool breeze on my face and I stopped. It was obvious that I would never catch up to her."You win, I give up!' I yelled and fell to the dusty, hard, ground.I lay there, tired and exhausted. The dust was beginning to clear and as it did, I saw something coming towards me. I sighed in defeat and smiled to myself.Four hooves were stood in front of me. Above me, a beautiful centaur stood with her hands on her hips.

My back straightens as soon as I walk past the glass doors of the NASA headquarters. My feet protest. The "click-clack" of my heels sounds more like cackling.I'm a woman of science, and I should've know my feet aren't compatible with these shoes. They've spent most of their lives kicked up on the coffee table.Right as I enter my lab, I hear, "Hey, Dionne, I'm not a doctor, but I'm pretty sure your spine isn't supposed to be bent like that."I agree, but at least I'll close my exercise ring once I tumble down the stairs.I close the door and lean slouch against it as I face my coworker, Cherry, who sits on my office chair.

My name is Annmera Rhodes. I'm 23 years old, with medium length black hair, brown eyes, 5'10ft an curvy as can be. I have a sister named Rebecca she's beautiful with strawberry blonde hair and gorgeous hazel eyes, she's older than me rocking the age of 25. We live in Mountain Brooke, Alabama, where we have lived since I was 2 years old. It's a small town but it's home and I'm proud to be apart of this tiny town. She has this guy friend named Logan Styron that is incredibly hot. He's a few years older than me but I mean it's only a couple. He just turned 26 last week. He has light brown hair, with the purdist blue eyes that I'd ever seen standing at 6'0ft . My sister and him have been friends since childhood. Everyone usually thought that they would date and get married but they never saw each other that way it's more like a brother-sister relationship between them.

When I was young I saved a witch from drowning.There are elemental witches that have varying weaknesses.Earth and air can get along but mix earth and fire and the two sides split. Air and water seemed similar, but they were sometimes too similar. And of course, fire and water. The two most contrasting opposites.The fire Witch had had a cruel trick played on her. She had been manipulated into falling into the water that day.I did not know the details, and she never did bother to tell me.

They say your life ends at the moment you hear the rush of hooves within the night.The sound of cascading heels, noises of horses and their heavy breathing- the wind stilling- the world stopping- and the silence that comes after. When the movement stops, so does your sphere ofliving.And then, in a rush of tangible life- it comes crashing down.Chaos always is inevitable after peace. It's never realized, but the two go hand in hand.That night began like any other night. The ending always is what makes it different from the rest.

Ellie rushed home after school, she was desperate to go round to her friend Amy's house, it was Halloween and they were having a sleep over. She quickly got dressed and packed a bag to take with her, she hid her homework underneath her bed, knowing that her mother wouldn't let her go anywhere if she had homework, she was strict like that."Mom, can you take me to Amy's!" she shouted down to her mom."Ask your dad, I'm busy," she shouted back.Ellie huffed and stomped off to her dads office, she banged on the door then opened it and strolled in, he didn't look impressed with her interruption."Daddy?" She smiled at him.

WHEN YOU'RE SEVENTEEN and you tell people that you don't believe in love, your friends look at you like you've just spoken in Chinese, and I don't blame them. When I see couples making out intensely, I can all but comprehend what makes them feel that way toward one another.When there are seven billion people existing in this very world, what were the odds that you'd find the one? And even if you think you did, how can you be sure that you'd live happily for the rest of your life with them? Do you really get butterflies in your stomach, do you really feel your heart pounding in your chest when you meet the one?If you said yes, I have two theories: One, you're lying. Or two, your body is undergoing a bunch of metabolic reactions, and adrenaline is surging through your blood.

I wake up to the familiar pain of a spring digging into my back. Goddess, this cot is unbearable. How I am able to fall asleep every night is beyond me.I groan as I sit up, stretching my back and arms, trying to ease the pain. After a couple of satisfying cracks, it feels a bit better. I shiver and watch as my breath rises above me in this bitter dungeon cell.Living the same day every day has been exhausting.I always wake up too early. It'll be a while before they bring around break- fast. It's not much to look forward to, but it keeps me alive.Then I'll probably do some pacing.Contemplate every life choice I ever made that ended up with me in here.

I felt someone's hands shake my body, but my eyes stayed closed. Even though I was awake now, I was too comfortable to get up, so I pretended that I was still asleep. I made sure my body was still as a statue so Sofia couldn't tell i was awake."Amelia i know you're awake. Get your lazy ass up." My best friend, Sofia said. She took my blanket away causing me to shrivel up like a little child, I groaned in annoyance. "Come on get up, our manager just called, she wants to meet you in 10 minutes, it's important."As i finally got out of bed, Sofia threw a short brown dress at me, telling me to quickly get changed. "What's this meeting even about?" I asked her, as I slipped into the dress.

I live in a small village surrounded by walls of ocean and trees.We are not known on many a maps or by many traveling merchants.But we are known through lore, in songs sung by drunken sailors on lonely nights and to kings by the finest voices.Masireen Masireen the town by the sea with beauties as far as thy eyes could see,Masireen Masireen the town past the trees,Masireen Masireen the place thou shalt never see,Masireen Masrieen will be the death of thee.We are known because the seas one must sail to find us are impossibly deadly.We are known because woodlands one must pass to see us is cursed with a power so dark it leaks into the very land we try to keep.

Insane, mental, crazy a lunaticAre the words that describe people staying in a mental institute.Are the words that describe meI play with my charm bracelet and smile while humming my favorite tune, ignoring the laughter from behind me"Candy, come with us" someone whispered in my ears, I turn my head to face the girl that's in her late twenties. I know that her boyfriend that's madly in love with her, visits her every Sunday.He's madly in love with her even after killing their three children, drowning them in their swimming pool and going back to her bed to sleep as if nothing happened.

For as long as I can remember, I've always been different.Not different in a way that made people keep their distance from me but different in a way that drew people toward me.Albeit, I've never been one to make friends with people around my age.Why? They're immature. So immature that I would immediately cut off all ties with them the moment they uttered a childish thought. It was something I couldn't control, it was just in my nature."Hey Isabella," I heard someone say. I raised a brow, attempting to see who called my name. "Can I sit here?" Madeline Bennett.

"kai can we go to the storeor sum? mama sleep.""put your shoes on and come on i guess" i really didn't want to get up but londyn is my heart so anything for this bean head lil girl."okay, thanks. " she closed my door on her way out and i got up to fix my self. i had been laying down for some time so i brushed my teeth again.I was done so i went to my mama room and heard water coming from the sink meaning she was now awake. She heard me i guess so she stuck her head out the bathroom door."watchu need ja'kai?""nun, finna take londyn to the store. " She nodded and dried her hands."JA'KAI WHERE YOU GOOOOOO?!!" londyn was ina hall yelling until she saw my moms door open and came in. she looked cute."ready mooka?"

I'm the CEO of Grey Enterprise and Holding. I started GEH nearly a year ago and it's has transferred into one of the most talked about new companies of 2011. Sometimes, I wish my personal life was something to be proud of. I have only had one romantic relationship and that ended badly. Now, I only have one night stands or friends with benefits but I inform the ladies beforehand that I don't do romance.jonight is the this time in nearly a year that I am able to attend Sunday din- ner with my family and I was h ust informed my sister's new !best friends! will be joining us.I don't want to be mean but I'm CEO and that what I have to do to be successful.

I watched with curious eyes as he spoke animately to the women nextHis wife. I assume.She's pretty, actually, correction; She was fucking gorgeous. However, nothing in comparison to my young, dirty, sinful self.I watched as he put his arm around her. She laughed, her eyes quickly surveying the crowd, hoping no one could hear their conversation. I watched as the beautiful Italian man whispered something in her ear, something sexual probably. A green fire grew inside me as I watched both of them, happy and in love.I gripped the flute of champagne in my manicured hands tightly. Almost wishing I could chuck it at her perfect face.Almost.

Vishnu, lay on his bed loking at the dak roof, the clock keptticking yet his wife Arizona, was still not back home.He wondered where she was at 1:00am in the morning, his daughter Luan, was fast asleep the cute five year old was so innocent she did not even realise what her father was going through.He tossed and turned but still could not sleep, when thinking in a few hours he would have to go to work he felt even more exhausted.Why should he work anyway? he asked himself, but even he knew the answer. Though his family was crazily rich he still had to play his part.Even though his a triplet and they looked alike he noticed some differences between him and his two siblings.

Finally! Finally we had completed college and just waiting to graduate and leave!No more tests, course works, essays, starvation, eating noodles and nerve wracking final exams and the high blood pressure of checking results.On the other hand, I was going to miss my friends, late nights, partying and getting stupidly drunk without a care in the world.It was true that college was the last taste of freedom before being an adult fully hit you! Getting a job, responsibilities and what not.So, on the fateful day that was supposed to change my life, I was busy in my room just watching a series and sipping wine. It was just perfect till I hear a loud banging on my door. Very frantic I might add."Coming!" I yelled getting up from the bed and putting on my silly furry slippers my friends gave me on my birthday.

I see the old three-foot high fence that surrounds my home a little ways down the road and I stop in my tracks. I don't want to leave Laura alone, considering that I disobeyed what the man said earlier today, but I know that I will have to leave her sometime. "I guess I'll see you tomorrow?"She nods, smiling, "Yeah, I'll see you tomorrow."We embrace for a few moments. I notice that Laura's hands are shaky, but I don't say anything. There's no need to bring it to attention when I know exactly what's wrong. When I pull away, she gives another small smile before starting back down the sidewalk, leaving me alone in front of my small run down house.I open the gate and step inside the property, glancing around the street one more time before heading up the creaky steps to the front door. Grabbing my set of keys to the house from my pocket, I unlock the door and step inside.The house is dark, which tells me that Mom hasn't returned from work yet. She'll probably be at work until at least Fve, and its four-thirty now. qlicking on the light, I throw my keys on the table and grab a Nuick snack from the cupboard. While I munch on the granola bar, I think about the day's events. Hever in a million years did I think I would ever go to the cops to report something as foreign as this. In my opinion, this doesn't even seem that serious yet.

I rushed to my closet to throw on my heels, on my way to court for another hearing in a Child Protective Services case I was on. My room- mate and BFF, Lisa, and I only had one assigned parking space. It was on the other side of the complex. I tripped a bit in my heels as I quickly walked to my car, yearning for my sneakers instead. The only sounds I could hear were the clicking of my heels and the birds occasional chirping in the stillmorning.I left unusually early, craving a Starbuck's venti double shot café mocha and a breakfast sandwich to wake me up from the late night I had the night prior with Lisa at a piano bar.A breakfast of champions, I often said.I was almost to my car when I spotted a white van illegally parked in a red zone about ten spots down. I was surprised it hadn't been towed since our apartment manager was such a stickler about illegal parking. Last time I'd tried something like that, he'd been out screaming before I could even open my car door.As I reached my car, I startled when the van's engine turned over in the still morning. It inched forward to the back of my car. The side door slid open, silencing the world.

(...) My mother would always tell me when I got hurt, which was a lot. I was some what of a dare devil child and got hurt a lot in the process. My mother was a doctor, one of the few female doctors in our town, before she died 5 years ago. She went out one night to get something for dinner and never came back. Of course Joe was mad about the no dinner situation while i was drowning in the fact that my mother was gone forever. The only person who ever really cared about me was gone and my sorry excuse for a step father only cared about having her not making dinner.My father died while serving over sea's 11 years ago and it took my mother 6 years to get over that. She met Joe and they went out for about a year then got married which was 7 years ago. He never really loved her but she found that out after they got married. She thought about divorce but never did it because she didn't want me to grow up without a father, even though I told her it would be better that way she never did it.

Aaron Walsh is ourg man making a livingerom his fathers aursrepair company. Aaron has no specific profession, but he is always looking after the business. He is involved in business meetings and corporate paperwork, rather than manual labor. He is focused, he is sharp, and he is driven. This company, Walsh International, was known as "Walsh's Autobody" when Aaron's father was still alive. Upon Gregory Walsh's death, Aaron took over and immediately began to make deals and expand the business. His success managed to bring the company nationwide, and now they are in talks with other companies to make a move that may bring the company worldwide. For a 26-year-old, Aaron is doing very well.The primary focus of Aaron's life, however, is not his career or the family business. The reason he works so hard and is so dedicated to create success, is a woman named Samantha Lawrence. Samantha is 24 years old and has known Aaron for most of her life. Aaron has had a crush on her since grade school. She, however, has never looked at him that way. He is determined to become a financial success because he believes that he already has everything that Samantha needs and deserves from a man, but he would like to be "the total package" before declaring his undying love to her. Little does he know that Samantha has no interest in money whatsoever... Or in him.

"Aria"James shoured up the airs.After who knows how long of procrastinating with my phone, I finally dragged myself out of bed and over to my door."What?" I shouted back."Let's go!" He demanded."I'll be down in a minute!" I replied."Keep in mind, I will leave without you!" He reminded, I scoffed."Yeah, no kidding!" I rolled my eyes, remembering last week when he did just that.I took one final look in the full length mirror. Hair straightened, makeup not smudged, black jeans complimenting the navy blue tank top and cream colored cardigan matched with them. I slipped on my black "hobo shoes" as dad calls them, he thinks any none-sandal without laces isn't worthy of any title other than "hobo shoes." I grabbed my bag off my chair and skipped down the stairs, swinging into moms office."Leaving" I said as I walked in.

I hooked desperately around me. No one was looking: I would be to..No. It was wrong.But don't the ends justify the means? The only issue was, I didn't know what my ends were. I didn't know why I wanted to do it.All I knew is that something inside me had to. I needed it.I just didn't know why.I stared at the ATM in front of me. If I was caught robbing it, my life would be over. Not literally, of course. But I would have a criminal record.I wasn't going to hurt anyone. I craved the money inside as I'd never craved anything before. I couldn't leave it."Hey," a voice purred behind me.I whirled around. Lips brushed against my forehead and I sagged in relief."Theo," I smiled. "You scared me."

Have you ever felt as though you were a crazy person because you seemed to see something that no one else seemed to see? Well that's me right now as I stand near the hospital entrance watching a guy pacing up and down but the weirdest thing was that people were walking right through him. I couldn't believe my eyes.I was suddenly bumped out of my one man staring contest when someone bumped me and quickly apologized before entering the hospital."What a weird day this is turning out to be." I quietly mumbled a little freaked out as I decided to make my way into the hospital before I was late.I made my way to the receptionist in order to check in.My name is Emilia Venessa Woods and I'm a volunteer here atJackson Hospital. I'm 20 years old and I'm turning 21 in 6 months time.

Cassidy and Evan sat at the bar talking that late summer evening. Evan had his eyes out for his next one-night stand, but she knew her own was waiting at home."Why'd we even come here anyways." Cassidy looked up and around this frazzled bar with rainbow fags lining the walls. She was exhausted watching her friends go through failed relationship after failed relationship, Evan especially. He would constantly date men for their looks, knowing damn well he was a Queen and deserved better. Eventually along the way learned who they really are, the fuck boys they usually are. Then things would start to fall apart...Disastrously.The term was "from the inside out", not "from the outside in".Relationships just couldn't work on looks alone, they never have, and probably never will.

"Why does it feel like someone is going to murder us?"Autumn Milford's sixteen-year-old daughter Jordyn asked, peering out the car window at the thick, wooded landscape.Autumn grit her teeth as she carefully maneuvered the old greenSubaru around a precarious bend in the road. They were so deep in the woods that the GPS on her cell phone was starting to lose connection. "Get the map," she told her daughter, refusing to take her eyes off the road. Hopefully, this mansion had a bottle of wine they could spare, because her nerves were frayed."Are you sure we're headed in the right direction?" Jordyn bent down and rummaged around in Autumn's old, worn purse that was wedged between the teenager's feet."Yes. I triple-checked everything with Mr Feldman last night." Her mysterious employer's butler had been Autumn's only contact since winning the catering contract two weeks ago.

Kicking my shoes of and unstrapping my bra at the same time is one of the very few skills I have and it's the first thing I do when I get home from work. My place of employment is the only place I bother to even put a bra on for and only because the customers don't want to see a person's personal parts poking through or freely bouncing around in her shirt - or so my boss said one day when she had to have the awkward conversation with me.A barely touched bottle of bourbon sits on my kitchen bench and is calling my name so I make a beeline for it, abandoning my shoes and bra on the floor where they fell. I check the fridge for softdrink to soften the bite of the liquor, and it appears I am all out. That's okay though. I'll just pour a little water in it and it'll be ready.A loud knock at my door interrupts me mid gulp and I scowl to myself. I'm not a fan of people at the best of times, but least of all those who come within my personal space. I know it's only the nosy old lady from next door anyway, so I ignore it. She's always banging on my door and trying to catch me coming and going to chat. Always the same thing, too.