Stories by
Sylvia van Bruggen

The stories of my death are greatly exaggerated. Only the Usurper knows I still live. The irony of this doesn’t escape me.

Sylvia van Bruggen writes every day, Sometimes the words make it to paper.

He glanced from his red pants to the crumbled remains of a sleigh to a reindeer calmly chewing on grass. If only he remembered who he was.

Sylvia van Bruggen is known to write silly stories.