La mort par les roses, pensa-t-elle, la mort par les roses… * Par les petites intentions, par la douceur, par de toutes simples choses… * La mort par les roses, pensa-t-elle, la mort par son addictive prose. This is my participation to Mindlovemisery’s Menagery First Line Friday post.
Oh! Oh! Oh!… Not in Santa’s way, more like in a very excited way! You might know Sonofabeach96. Well, the man just triggered me by using two key words that guarantee to get my full attention: “flag” and “challenge” (well, he didn’t use the word “challenge” per say, but he did dare me to do something…… Continue reading You, son of a…
While others were emptying their bank accounts, cursing in over-crowded malls, she just sat by the stove. A nice cup of tea, two large servings of homemade jam simmering on the stove and mason jars lovingly labelled and alligned on the table. “This is the most wonderful time of the year!” This is my third…… Continue reading Homemade- #1MinFiction
Watching the hordes of people walking in and out of the mall from afar, she considered throwing her gift list away and running out of the country… “Why don’t they just allow people to carry a baseball bat?” she wondered… Christmas spirit my a**! This is my second attempt at Monday’s One-minute Fiction prompt, hosted…… Continue reading Christmas spirit – #1MinFiction
I used to be blind, used to think that the best way to live was to build myself a fortress… Keeping others at arm’s length kept me from hurting, but I didn’t know the feeling of a caress… And I’d rather fail than spend this life constantly sparing myself… It is time…… Continue reading Breaking free…
The audience gave a warm applause, as he stepped on the stage, holding his guitar. It was late, and in the darkness of the pub, people were eager to drink his words by the pint. He played there every other night, and he attracted a crowd of regulars and new faces, that enjoyed his skillful…… Continue reading Evening out…
You be my roots deep in the ground I’ll be your branches dancing in the sun… You be my sunset, I’ll be your dawn fueling each other and tightly bound. So many feel trapped, promises made once lightly. I want to learn not to live without you, tethered eternally… #NovemberNotes2017 – Tethered *…… Continue reading Tethered…
Like a soft breeze, hot summer breath on my tanning skin… A tingling waft, running unexpectedly down my back, leaving a goosebump trail… A draft knocking me off my feet blowing across the sea beneath. Just like the wind, your love I can’t hold in my hands, I can’t measure or see, taste…… Continue reading Like the wind…
Little girl, you’ve collected pain like pebbles along the shore… You’ve come a long way from the way you used to be before, life threw itself in your face, but you know what they say… What doesn’t kill you only makes you stronger, and I beleive with time you too will heal… With time,…… Continue reading Heal…
Cyranny's Cove 