. Hot water streams, Along her curbs Lonely rivers, Washing out the dirt… And she wonders If he wishes he could watch, Hoping for a silhouette Hoping he could catch A glimpse, in the middle of All that that steam, Of a sweet fantasy Meant to be just for him… Androgynous beauty Hiding behind the…… Continue reading Silhouette…
The building was unusually silent. Unusually silent, and unusualy hot. It was a beautiful summer, but none of the block’s tennants could afford air conditionning, and the neighbourhood lacked any park with tall trees that would have provided a nice shade. They once had a community pool, but as the area had gotten poorer…… Continue reading The Block…
Closing her eyes was not a slip into a restfull night… It was a shortcut to his long wanted, welcoming embrace. Morpheus’ arms? she giggled to herself, ‘So much for me’… ‘I need no God to look over my sleep! Just him….’
Curled up under the warm duvet, she fought sleep a little longer. She liked to let her thoughts wander before she lost control of them for the night. She revisited the day past, and her mind focused on the sound of his steps earlier that afternoon… – Oh yeah, I’ve been told before.. I’m…… Continue reading The sound of his steps…
He loves me… He loves me not… One thing’s for sure, He loves me more than He loves you! A perfect example of the discussion echoes I heard here and there in the white Villa everyday. At first, I was barely paying attention to the childish arguments, but after a few days, I noticed it…… Continue reading Le bouquet de Marguerites…
From now on, you shall be three! He had spoken, there was nothing to be done about it. He was feared by all, and not without reason… He had super powers nobody could fight against, you see? And his power over his world was almost complete. At first, he had discovered he could create things……… Continue reading Him Almighty…
Cyranny's Cove 