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Carnal whispers… (June 26th FFF)

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I was invited (well, not personally, but still…) to join the Fandango’s Friday Flashback! Fandango scrolls back, every Friday, and gives a second chance to a post he had published on the same date the year before. I thought it was a great way to remember some of the stuff I did a while back, and I decided to participate… So…… Continue reading Carnal whispers… (June 26th FFF)

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I love you… – FFFC

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  He could hear the noise around, but his ears were buzzing. It had started with an innocent chat at his signing session downtown, when his latest book had come out. She was rather charming, though a little intense. He had been doing well with his two previous novels, but not the kind of success…… Continue reading I love you… – FFFC

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Lost…

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  Lost… In my thoughts, My mind, A ship astray Far away from the shore. Away from home A long, long way From where I belong. Where are you My dreams? Washed with last night’s Rainstorm… and the night before’s. ‘’Close your eyes’’ I tell myself, white lies… About good endings And Prince Charming. Knowing…… Continue reading Lost…

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Family business – FFFC

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    Lying down on his stomach, his face resting on the burning sand, all he could see, beside the dune’s slope and the cloudless sky were the silhouettes of the two guys who had brought him that far into the desert. He had been uncounscious for most of the ride, and had absolutely no…… Continue reading Family business – FFFC

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Red…

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”Crimson red”, she thought. Like her favorite lipstick… Like the fine Pinot Noir she had sipped on, just moments ago. The bath’s water was exquisitely warm, like a blanket, wrapped around her. She felt slightly dizzy, and wondered if it was the wine kicking in, or just… Then again, she didn’t really care. Curiously, she…… Continue reading Red…

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Dark – Word of the Day Challenge

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Today’s Word of the Day is Dark. If you want to participate, create a pingback to link your post. Not sure how to do that? See how to create pingbacks here. Please note that for the prompts that I publish, the comment box will now remain open for people who experience trouble with pingbacks. […] via… Continue reading Dark – Word of the Day Challenge

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Back home…

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  When he spotted the red door, his heart skipped a beat. He had been invited, but nonetheless, he hesitated on knocking on the crimson wood. He wasn’t softhearted in general, but obviously, she had found his weak spot because he felt febrile, imagining that she was on the other side of the wall. They…… Continue reading Back home…

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Embracing you…

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  The beating of Your heart, strong Thundering drumroll Calling to war… Inviting to fight, Though no fist Is risen, and No flag waved. I hear battlefield echoes, Licking The window panes… Outside yet, Near… Oh so near. The beat goes on, Almost deafening Walls shake around us, And I wonder In the middle of…… Continue reading Embracing you…

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Queen of the road…

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    When work was over, she walked home with a wide smile on her face… The day was absolutely perfect, warm but not too hot, not a cloud in the sky. People had their own means to relax after their job was done. Yoga and meditation were quite hype at the moment. Some others…… Continue reading Queen of the road…

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When the clouds are sleeping…

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  The rain was pouring hard and she had found shelter in the nearest bust stop before getting completely soaked. Sitting on the bench, she leaned on the glass pannel, and started watching the people around her. It was a busy street, even at this time of the night. Cars driving fast, taxis looking for…… Continue reading When the clouds are sleeping…