Blogging · French · poetry · short

Micro poésie du vendredi…

  Je peindrai les parois des plus majestueuses montagnes aux couleurs du soleil, je teindrai les rivières et les lacs de tous les tons de pastels… Et si ça ne suffit pas à faire pleuvoir des étoiles dans tes yeux, je m’éclipserai de ta vie. A pas de loup, comme une souris…      

Blogging · Fiction · short · stories

First date…

  He pushed the door open before her, inviting her in the strange store… She knew “normal” wasn’t His cup of tea, but she didn’t know what to expect from this first one on one mysterious encounter. A man walked to them, looking like a waiter, even if they clearly weren’t in a restaurant, a…… Continue reading First date…

Blogging · Denmark · Me myself and I · short · Thoughts · Travel

Denmark leftovers…

I have a habit of putting things in my pockets and forgetting them… Which is nice when it is loose change! Every change of seasons, I collect the 25 cents tokens I’ve left for dead during the past few months…. Today, I thought I’d go through my pockets since it was quiet for a bit…… Continue reading Denmark leftovers…

Blogging · Fiction · short

Flowers…

  I need you like the flower needs the rain… He smiled, content. I was right then, you are addicted to me! Looking away, her gaze caressing the horizon, she continued… No, dry roses are beautiful too, you know? It is just a matter of how you prefer your buds…          

Blogging · Fiction · short · stories

Give me…

  I am raw… True and rough under the fingers. I crawl in the dark, peeking in the cracks of your broken heart, lurking at all the good there is, for the taking, knowing I would hurt you with my untamed claws… I want to reach out, give in, throw myself your way and be…… Continue reading Give me…

Blogging · Fiction · short · stories

My hand…

  -Tell me your story, he said while walking her home. I want to know what life took you through,  before it lead you to me… She smiled, and instantly blushed, touched by his sudden request. -Will you hold my hand during the rough parts…? She shyly looked up to him, meeting his warm gaze,…… Continue reading My hand…