Expected F for Failure? Yeah, I know, I am sneaky like that. There’s fighting everywhere in our lives… You might be fighting for or against number of things or people as we speak. (well not that we are actually speaking, but you know what I mean) You might be fighting for your life,…… Continue reading F like fighting… (the A to Z Challenge)
She was lying in the tall hay, eyes closed, open minded… What is summer…? It might have slipped from her lips. Or his, had he been there. But she was alone, with her thoughts, resting in the field, her skin offered to the sun. What is summer…? Summer is all about feelings, that’s why…… Continue reading Cicada song…
Parce que parfois il suffit d’une chanson… Une belle chanson. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fnPlcr6zG3k
I am on the road to lose my sanity altogether tonight (don’t bother writing about the lack of, even before today… I am aware I was already crazy, but some wisdom thread had kept me somehow connected to reality… I think! But that was until today) To say the truth, my sanity started going…… Continue reading The melt down…
Often, I have weird questions on my mind… Last week end, I found out I also had the answers to odd questions other people might have, that I hadn’t even thought about! So for those of you who might have wondered in the past, how those airplane pilots practiced drawing with colored smoke in the…… Continue reading If you ever wondered…
Eulogy… Sounds like fun, doesn’t it?? I’m all about fun… Almost… Trying, at least. But I promise this will end well! Eulogy… Basically one’s last tribute. Some might think that I am a little too young to think about that, but I would beg to differ. No one’s too young! Death can strike at…… Continue reading E like eulogy… (the A to Z Challenge)
When it is said on the news that the victim died “on the spot”… How “on the spot” is “on the spot”….? p.s. this picture would have been soooo much better taken in Bleury Métro Station….
Silencieuse, pas muette les poings liés, les lèvres cousues de fil blanc. Jetée à l’eau, telle Scarlett mais je sais nager, et sur la rive, je t’attends. Et je retiens mes élans…
I think Freja read over my shoulder one too many times while I was going through my Facebook thread, and if her paws weren’t that furry, she probably would have stretched and “liked” some of the “Cats are the best alarm clocks” postings. She takes her new position at heart, and she develops very creative…… Continue reading Bare butt Blogging…
They had agreed to meet in the park, after dusk. Alone, once, just to settle things right. She was sitting on the bench as previously discussed, and he came out of the shadows at the given time. Walking slightly slower than he used to, maybe a little scared about this strange encounter he was…… Continue reading Late night fiction…
