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Cicada song… (August 7th FFF)

I was invited (well, not personally, but still…) to join the Fandango’s Friday Flashback! Fandango scrolls back, every Friday, and gives a second chance to a post he had published on the same date the year before. I thought it was a great way to remember some of the stuff I did a while back, and I decided to participate… So…… Continue reading Cicada song… (August 7th FFF)

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Pulling the plug…

Staring at the plug once again… I’ve been there before. I don’t really want to. I really don’t want to… I have to, though. Face to face with the fridge, there is no turning back this time! Well, I do have to return behind it to pull the plug and call it a go. Alright,…… Continue reading Pulling the plug…

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Follow the guide… (June 19th FFF)

I was invited (well, not personally, but still…) to join the Fandango’s Friday Flashback! Fandango scrolls back, every Friday, and gives a second chance to a post he had published on the same date the year before. I thought it was a great way to remember some of the stuff I did a while back, and I decided to participate… So…… Continue reading Follow the guide… (June 19th FFF)

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If you read this… (June 5th FFF)

I was invited (well, not personally, but still…) to join the Fandango’s Friday Flashback! Fandango scrolls back, every Friday, and gives a second chance to a post he had published on the same date the year before. I thought it was a great way to remember some of the stuff I did a while back, and I decided to participate… So…… Continue reading If you read this… (June 5th FFF)

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If you read this…

Previously posted June 5th 2016.   He was at the train station, with a bag holding just the necessary for a quick trip over, and the ticket in his hand. When his messages had gone unanswered, he had first thought about a misunderstanding of some sort… He had re-read all their latest conversations and exchanges,…… Continue reading If you read this…

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Mountain man… (Part one)

Previously posted April 9th 2016.   It’s about 4h21… It’s Tuesday, July 16 1985. You can put that in your notebook. With all the things you wrote down to be sure not to forget, and all the pictures you glued here and there, and all the silly drawings you drew. How many times have I…… Continue reading Mountain man… (Part one)

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Last…

Smiled one last smile, Bowed to the crowd, Grined as the rope tickled her delicate neck The hardest wasn’t To take te leap, Surprisingly, it was to take a look back on the failure she left behind, before she jumped.   Sealing deception for good.

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Invoking the elements…

  Alone with her thoughts, she bent down to sit on the ground…  She murmured her prayer to the earth, caressing it from the tip of her fingers, with no obvious response… She then walked towards the fire, and danced with the flames. Twirling close enough to feel the heat, but her words burned in…… Continue reading Invoking the elements…

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In a hundred words…

  How in Heaven’s name could he be dead? Collapsed, and broken by her lover’s lifeless body, she held his head on her knees. Caressing his hair, covering every inch of his face with kisses, begging God to un-take his soul away from her, her burning tears rolled on his skin. She remembered how he…… Continue reading In a hundred words…

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Gone missing…

  She woke up in the cheap motel room with a splitting head ache. Nothing familiar around her, aside from the clothes on the floor, and the empty bottles left here and there, reminding her of the blurry evening she had spent the night before. A new knock on the door. The noise had awakened…… Continue reading Gone missing…