She had been sitting in the room, blindfolded, for what seemed like an eternity… Her hands were tied to the wooden chair, and she still had goosebumps from the lingering feeling of his fingers on her wrists… The house was silent. She couldn’t tell where he was, or if he still was there to…… Continue reading And then…
Around him, she always tried to keep her cool. To present herself with elegance, tilting the head just a little to catch his gaze. Oh how she wished he only had eyes for her… And though discreetly, she tried to make herself noticed everytime he looked her way… What he couldn’t see, was how,…… Continue reading Like a swan…
Men don’t know the pain of mascara stains… Wearing your sorrow on your cheeks like a warrior. Letting the darkness of your soul leak on your skin… Blackened tears spelling despair. Somber fears running like rivers… Marcara writing an S.O.S on your face.
Leurs âmes, comme des vases communicants, se mélangeaient dans les couleurs de l’aube. Elle en lui, puis lui en elle, dans un va et vient selon les marées de leurs pensées… Tricotant un un tissu d’idées à s’enrouler autour du cou pour les jours frisquets de l’hiver. Bien au delà de la chair, bien…… Continue reading Vases communicants…
I got up to check the picture on my phone, and the feather was gone. I took it as a message from life to live in the moment…
All she needed, were wings to fly… So don’t blame her now, for taking off. She has her own world to discover….
He woke up early just to watch her open her eyes. Watched her dressing up, and drinking her morning coffee… He watched her leaving for work, and rushed home to see her come back again. He watched her cleaning the house, emptying the dishwasher, watching tv and sometimes falling asleep on the couch… He…… Continue reading Watching her…
Every story he whispered to her ear, caused her heart to skip a beat or two… Which he gathered patiently, one by one to make his own… Killing her softly, slowly, taking seconds of her life she could spare, to lenghten his time on Earth…
Awakened by the first rays of light, she watched him as he lay in the messed up linen… God, was he handsome! Imperfectly perfect, and perfectly hers. He had never said so, but she had claimed him as her own anyway. Crawling on his back, covering his naked body with hers, she felt him waking…… Continue reading Sweetest death…
“It is unusual to see a male medium… It intrigued me.” She opened her hand, showing her palm to the stranger. As soon as his gaze met the fine lines on her skin, he backed up slightly. “I am affraid I won’t be able to do business with you, sorry about that.” Surprised to say…… Continue reading Fortune Teller…
Cyranny's Cove 