What I loved…
She sat. Alone. Cold. And sorry. Her words, her opinions, her dreams going unnoticed in the crowd. Sighing by the window, she whispered to the wind… That’s what I loved about him… He saw me.
Category: Fiction
Micro poésie du vendredi…
M’eus-tu eue, tu ne m’aurais pas voulue. Pas plus que les autres avant toi. Mais j’ai de la chance, cette fois. Jamais tu ne m’auras Donc, toi, tu me voudras pour toujours… Toujours… Enfin!
Exposed…
via Daily Prompt: Exposed You… You came into her life, no notice, no invitation. Not willing to act like the masses, you bombed her fortress, dug through her walls, knocked down every door leading to her private quarters… She did throw herself in your arms, but she whispered a warning to your ear. Not…… Continue reading Exposed…
Trying Not To…
Trying not to considering who- -wondering about what she does to me. Trying to keep my thoughts my own possessing what I am but knowing that she owns me all the same, Trying, but failing miserably not for the want of trying, just not being able to resist her influence on my thoughts, Try,…… Continue reading Trying Not To…
Liar…
via Daily Prompt: Lifestyle He lied always, to everyone… To himself, even, when he was alone. Hiding the truth, if he only knew what it was, Playing in his fantasy world, with his @li@s… He wore lies on his sleeve, lied with style He didn’t lie about his life, lying was his lifestyle……… Continue reading Liar…
Panicked…
via Daily Prompt: Panicked “Maybe, we could buy a Bed & Breakfast, you know? A nice place in the countryside… Or take an old house and start a new one! That’s even better! I have a knack for decoration, I’m sure we could create something cosy and charming… Bed & Breakfast, it’s a good…… Continue reading Panicked…
The Warmth of the Morning…
The warmth of her skin next to mine, surpassed the light of the sun encompassing the breadth of the city, I turned my head, and wondered why my fate had led me here, why at this moment, this second, the last breath I took, before I awakened and looked upon her sleeping form,…… Continue reading The Warmth of the Morning…
Conflagration…
Her fiery thoughts threatening to flare up when her passions were at the boiling point my eyebrows, singed and blackened even couldn’t be doused by my sweaty palms and teary, blinking eyes Throwing water on her now would only cause steamy dreams increasing the mystery as I drew hearts and arrows on the mirrors…… Continue reading Conflagration…
Hénétriac… (Part 1)
(originally posted April 26th, 2016. Note that, although I was tempted to, I didn’t re-write parts of the story. I have gotten more comfortable writing in English since last year, but I thought I’d re-publish it as it was back then… ) * * * * This story, I dedicate to Rowena, who was my…… Continue reading Hénétriac… (Part 1)
Having a Kick…
Kicking men aside was one of her strong points she reveled in the simplicity the elegance of the momentWhich pair should I wear today? she asked herself, standing in front of her shoes waiting, seemingly calling out to her “take me, kick me, ooh Baby, I like that a lot” The men liked it…… Continue reading Having a Kick…
Cyranny's Cove 