Yeah, atoms and bikinis in the same post. Ok, mainly bikinis. Since they’ve been the talk of the town lately, I thought I’d do a little research about them so dreamy bikini things. I thought I’d ask my dear Wikifriend, because no one can provide unsure information like Wiki does. I tried both…… Continue reading Atoms and Bikinis…
Out of the Big Apple we were… Probably not wanting all that much to head home, we wandered a little bit in the subburbs, turnin left or right as we felt it, leaving Google’s good advices and our still brand new map on the backseat. And we got our gas money’s worth of sights as…… Continue reading Too good to be fiction? (part 3)
It was a bright sunny day… A day like any other, but it was the day she had chosen… She had awaken early, before the sun had begun to rise on the horizon. She had taken a light meal in the breakfast nook, and drawn herself a hot bath, filling the apartment’s air with a…… Continue reading Under the big oak tree…
Do you remember our walk on the beach? No, I don’t… Of course, you remember… You had begged for me to take you there, although I had promised to already. You’ve been such a child about it. “Take me there, why won’t you? If you don’t take me there, I won’t let anybody else take…… Continue reading Do you remember?
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…
Un vêtement sur deux n’est pas vendu au Canada. Title of a big enquiry that was held in Canada lately. Well, big, there are worst things to worry about, but still… So, in English; “One piece of clothing out of two, isn’t sold in Canada”. I heard that on tv, and thought to myself that…… Continue reading The importance of commas…
For a living, that is. I froze… What job was my dad doing when I was a child? He could have been a doctor, a singer… He could have driven big trucks, leaving for weeks at a time, being a truck driver. He could have been a taxi driver, or played in “Taxi driver”, then…… Continue reading What did your father do?
The Big Apple… I never had an appeal for big cities. Big cities are loud, crowded and dirty… I probably thought that because I had always lived in peaceful little places. New York was far from a peaceful little place. It was big. American Big. As soon as we entered Manhattan’s core, I felt like…… Continue reading Too good to be fiction? (part 2)
Do you remember our roadtrip in 2001? The one that we arranged when I found the supposedly exact address for Amytiville’s famous haunted house. Arranged being a big word… If my memory is good, the conversation resembled this; Hey, I found the Amityville house’s address! Really?? We should go… We should, indeed! How about next…… Continue reading Too good to be fiction?
This morning Svendborg’s Fairy whispered to my ear again… I was still asleep, it goes without saying. For this is the way fairies talk to simple humans. She gave me more information about the green magic dress, and was pleased that I was taking her mission at heart. How could I take things lightly? She…… Continue reading From fairytales to spying games….
Cyranny's Cove 