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…
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
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…
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!
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
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… .
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…
Previously posted August 7th, 2016. She was lying in the tall hay, eyes closed, open minded… What is summer…? It might have slipped from her lips. Or his, had he been there. But she was alone, with her thoughts, resting in the field, her skin offered to the sun. What is summer…? Summer is…… Continue reading Cicada song…
So… Are you going to accept my friend-request or not, now? Had it been a year already? She had the same stomach butterfly feeling. The same wet palms, the same stupid smile on her face, as when he had found her first, through internet’s warrens. She hadn’t had the most quiet, tranquile life so…… Continue reading Delete? – Part 3
“Some people need a booze, crave a joint or would kill for cocaine… You played the pusher, then left me high and dry, begging for your oxytocin!” I always refused to to get high with friends… Always turned my back on anything that could turn me into a slave. I was…… Continue reading Addicted…
Cyranny's Cove 