Logan Halverson-Bergez
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Hi! I'm Logan, I’m finally adventuring into the world of writing for the first time. I've never shared any of my work before, excited to do so and I hope you all enjoy!
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Fragments of a Heart Left Behind
Journal Entry Day 229 I thought we were building something real once. My heart feels heavy again, and I’m tired of pretending it doesn’t. I carry the weight of the love I hold so dearly for her — or maybe it’s just loneliness trying to fill the gaps of her carved into my thoughts. No matter what I do, I can’t extinguish the light I hold of these memories. I can’t stop the gripping ache in my chest, as if my heart is beating its last beat.
By Logan Halverson-Bergez2 months ago in Poets
Dreams Turned to Ash
The world I created in my head, the future I once hoped to share with you. I must find a way to erase, to create dead memories of times, moments yet to come. I have to close my eyes and watch as the moments I longed for, the moments that brought my racing heart to a calm slowly disappear as I watch the glimmer of your eyes, the warmth of your smile vanish in my arms. Leaving me with nothing but a hollow void. The world around me grows dark and quiet, as the light dies between us.
By Logan Halverson-Bergez5 months ago in Poets
1912
On an overcast day, April 10th, 1912, to be exact, White Star Dock, Berth 44 Dock 4 in Southampton was in a state of jubilee as folks from all corners of Great Britain and the world came to witness the maiden sailing of the “unsinkable” RMS Titanic.
By Logan Halverson-Bergez4 years ago in Fiction
A Fathers Actions
Grunting and groaning, a man bends down to pick up his keys that fell out of his hands. As he bends down to pick up the keys, he stables himself, left hand on the fender of his truck, right hand fumbling for the keys. His eyes faintly focusing in and out. The man tells himself that he's ok as his hands finally grab ahold of the keys, laying on the cold winter late-night sidewalk.
By Logan Halverson-Bergez4 years ago in Motivation
Nightmares of Battle
Tossing and turning, a man jolts up in bed, sitting up frantically, wiping sweat away from his face. His body, pulsating with deep quick breaths. He looks around his candle-lit room in worried fear. With the candles wick low and fading, he staggers to a bucket of water to wash his face. Within the rippling of the water, the man stared deeply into the reflection of his eyes.
By Logan Halverson-Bergez4 years ago in Fiction
A Vikings Final Moment
England, 871 AD off the shores of Northumbria, a man breathing heavily with his ax and shield in hand, and with his eyes growing heavy, gripping his wound turns from the battlefield. He spots a lone dead tree off in the distance on the edge of a cliff. He makes his way stumbling, holding his side.
By Logan Halverson-Bergez4 years ago in Fiction
