Blogging · Me myself and I · Thoughts

Having the blues…

I get bruises so easily, it’s not even funny. The above example came from barely bumping into a door frame. It’s already looking better, after a couple of days, but when it happened, I could have accused Chéri of savagely grabbing me by the arm. Most of the time, I don’t even notice my new…… Continue reading Having the blues…

Blogging · Me myself and I · Thoughts

Tygpress.com – Let’s (try to) kick the thieves out!

The last couple of days, many bloggers I follow complained about this site. I had heard about websites stealing content from bloggers, but I never thought I'd find my posts used without my permission. ALL my latest posts have been copied on that site. And I wouldn't be surprised to see yours there too. This… Continue reading Tygpress.com – Let’s (try to) kick the thieves out!

Blogging · Fiction · stories

Lucky… (Grace, the wealthy wife)

  Grace sighed with relief as she put down the phone to recharge it. She knew it irritated him, even if she was talking to her own brother. She normally would have waited until Christian left for work, but she would have missed Steven. Madame…? She jumped at the sound of Maria’s voice. Pulling her…… Continue reading Lucky… (Grace, the wealthy wife)

A to Z Challenge · Blogging · Fiction · Sharing · stories

Reunion…

She sat alone in the darkness of the cigar lounge. Penny had already texted her a thousand times begging her to meet Damien and her at the restaurant where they were having a late dinner. Penn disapproved, but she didn’t care. The jazz quartet played on stage and she enjoyed the cozy atmosphere of the…… Continue reading Reunion…

Blogging · Thoughts

I am so lucky…

  Sitting alone on my favorite couch, a woolen scarf wrapped around my neck to fight autumn’s friskiness, I am thinking about my younger years… I had a very nice childhood. I could go about and tell my favorite memories of it, and maybe I will someday, but it is not the point of this…… Continue reading I am so lucky…

Blogging · Canada · Thoughts

Forgive me, for having forgotten your name…

  I think it was Patrick, but it is quite blurry in my mind. Maybe you wanted to vanish so much, you took your name along with you, to make sure not to leave any trace behind… I had met you online. On mIRC, for those who remember. You were seventeen. I have no idea…… Continue reading Forgive me, for having forgotten your name…