Image for Grull


Martin Hooijmans | Lars de Ruyter

Grull was as fearless as his name. His days were spent out in the fields, armed to the bone, reaping the spoils of war.

Each night, Grull would arrive at his doorstep, dripping with the blood of his enemies, sometimes bringing along a few of their heads.

The heads were welcome, the weapons were not. Grull’s wife made him put down his axe, his shield, his sword and his daggers, his bow, his arrows and his armor. Then she would send him to the river, armed with a bar of soap and a heavy brush.

Grull would scrub until his skin was red and sore, and only then the mighty conqueror returned home, to enter the only realm he was not lord and master of.

About Martin Hooijmans

Martin Hooijmans is a writer, a traveler and the founding editor of Story Shack. He has a profound love for storytelling and a mind overflowing with ideas. Currently, he's based in Munich and working as a SEO and front-end developer. Also check out his new project: relgrowth

Visit the author's page >

Turn off the ads

All visitors to this site see ads, yet less than 1% of you engage with them. They are however necessary to pay for website hosting.

If you'd like an ad-free experience, you can buy me a coffee. In return, I'll share a link that turns off all advertisement.

Buy me a coffee

PayPal, Credit card, Apple Pay & Google Pay

Thank you! - Martin