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Dry…

  Dry, empty and flawed… feeling always like a fraud. Too much love to give, too few hands held out, to receive it, Too many dreams sketched on beaches of sandy doubts. *** Dry, empty and flawed… Feeling always  like a fraud. Wanting words to be immortal, yet feeling as  they fade, terribly ethereal… Terribly…… Continue reading Dry…

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Perfect evening out – #1MinFiction

  The perfect little black dress. Maybe a tad too classy for the occasion, but I knew he’d like it anyway… Sipping on my cocktail, an eye discreetly staring at the entrance… It would have been the perfect evening out, had I not been waiting for about an hour when my cell phone vibrated on…… Continue reading Perfect evening out – #1MinFiction

Blogging · Daily Prompt · Fiction · stories

Complications…

Fred had texted him early the same morning. “Show up a little earlier, man. I’ve got something to show you!” was all it said. Kevin wasn’t on the curious side, but he wondered what kind of surprise awaited him. Sipping on his cup of strong black coffee, at the café just outside their office, he…… Continue reading Complications…

Blogging · Fiction · French · poetry

Micro poésie du vendredi…

Ne me pousse pas dans les bras de la haine… Car je n’ai des moutons mon chéri que la laine Et si tu insistes, saches que là où on me cherche un jour, on me trouve… Et rien ne servira de crier haut comme Pierre, entre les crocs de la louve!

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Nice try – #1MinFiction

  So… I’m guessing that didn’t go well? He pulled the daisies from his ripped shirt. He had not hoped for a warm reconciliation, but this was a little over the top, even for her. He had just forgotten her birthday, after all! When Peter asked if she had served him the “talk to the…… Continue reading Nice try – #1MinFiction

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Micro poésie du vendredi…

  J’ai glissé une marguerite dans le canon de ton escopette. Pendu mon jupon blanc au pan de ta baïonnette… Cette guerre est une pure invention de ta tête. Pauvre Don QuiChuchotte, tu vois des vautours dans les yeux des fauvettes…     .

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Fill my cup…

  Let the liquor pour, and dim the light. Don’t mind me as I wrap my scarred skin in shadows, drawing my darkest secrets, like crow feathers tatooed across my wrists and ankles, memories of the cuffs I wore for too long. Let the wine flow, and hope I learnt how to swim somewhere along…… Continue reading Fill my cup…