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…
Previously; https://cyranny.wordpress.com/2016/09/01/lady-in-red/ Standing outside the bar, he considered his options… He could text message back, and either join her or flee back home. He could just push the door and go meet her. Or he could simply ignore the message and walk back to his house, open a beer and go about his life as…… Continue reading Lady in red… (2)
Happy Wednesday, lovely readers! As some of you might have noticed, this week, I am spending a lot of my time at Montréal’s World Film Festival. Unfurtunately, the theater where I sit all those hours, doesn’t provide us with wi-fi, so I am lacking time surfing around and reading your best posts… So please,…… Continue reading Nombril de semaine…
Previously… https://cyranny.wordpress.com/2016/08/13/russian-roulette/ https://cyranny.wordpress.com/2016/08/15/russian-roulette-2/ She couldn’t beleive she had pulled the trigger a second time. You are real… He burst in a loud though nervous laughter. When she had chanced destiny again, he had tightened his grip on her wrist by reflex, and the sudden pressure on her delicate articulation had chased any possible doubt in…… Continue reading Russian roulette… (3)
Yeux brillants Les tiens, les miens Dans un magasin de bonbons, deux enfants… Le jaune des voitures Jeux de gamins Une journée sans rature… Une friandise Cueillie au creux de ta main Minute précieuse que je mémorise… Yeux brillants Les miens, les tiens Yeux de mômes qui brillent ensemble l’espace d’un…… Continue reading Souvenirs…
She had gathered all her witchy-wichcraft precious items and had gone for a long walk in the dark woods… Seeking the perfect emplacement to implore the moon. She set up the magic stones, burned some patchouly incense while dancing in the soft moon beams… Chanting incantations, in a strange language she had learned in her…… Continue reading I put a spell on you…
Walking away from the office, just barely out of the building. There she is, looking as if she was waiting for me, waiting to walk me home. Dear old friend, always ready for a talk, especially at this time of the month, when her majesty is at its peak. Hi there! Did you have a…… Continue reading Uncatchable beauty…
The feeling of being watched… Where am I, there, sitting on a bed… I think? As my thoughts try to clear out, a silhouette bends over me. Hands hold my head up, the dark contour of the mysterious man gets down to leave two long pecks on my cheeks. The warmth of his breath on…… Continue reading Blurry…
You’re hot… Deep down I felt the need to tell you, but remained silent. I know you’d blush at the thought that I really mean it. You wouldn’t believe me, wouldn’t want to believe me, just couldn’t believe the words if they came from me. You’re hot… You are, my dear, in your own…… Continue reading H like hot… (A to Z Challenge)
Often people would say, Oh, butterflies remind me of you… or, Every time I watch the sun set, I think of you! But she didn’t need reminders… Because you don’t have to remember what sticks to your very mind…
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