Running down the spiral stairs, hoping for guards only behind them and not awaiting on ground’s floor. The sound of the military boots deafening, covering any other noise in the tower, even the stomping of their racing hearts… Reaching the second story, he suddenly stopped! Leaving her, nearly bumping on his back. Turning her…… Continue reading The spiral…
What? First post of the challenge and you’re already arguing my choice of words? Ok, ok, I’ll give it to you, “love” doesn’t start with an “A”. But “amour” does, and love is a French thing! I should know, French is my mother tongue. Every language has its good and bad sides, and each…… Continue reading A like love… (the A to Z Challenge)
I am sorry I fell. So sorry… Others would say that’s what you wanted, but I know it ain’t so. You always wanted me to be strong, and stand straight and tall, and take the blows… One by one, without a twitch… As you would hit on me knowing exactly how to punch to…… Continue reading Undskyld…
Twenty four hours ago, I wouldn’t have dreamed of telling you these 2 and a half words openly! They were there in my throat for years… But I couldn’t. I did love you with the purest love of all, but I had to keep it to myself, only showing you by little gestures along our…… Continue reading Je t’aime…
I am speachless… Dear blogging friends, I can’t believe that I got to this point! I don’t like the term “followers”, it seems a little intense. But reaching my 75th subscribed reader is quite an honor!! I am impressed, and deeply touched that you chose my words to be worthy of your virtual librairy!…… Continue reading 75 fois Merci !!!
Me needs you not, Nor love I you. Think of you but Less care couldn’t I too. Me needs you but, I for care you? Of I think you not Me and you love too… Am puzzled how I?
Il se nourrissait de ses langoureux soupirs, ne se fatigant jamais de ses implorations… “Encore, encore… ne t’arrêtes jamais…” soufflait-elle à son oreille, leurs deux corps fusionnant en une seule et unique silhouette dansant dans le noir. Ces nuits-là, le temps perdait sa propre trace, leurs peaux baignées de sueur ayant un goût d’éternité. Et il ne…… Continue reading Micro fantaisie du vendredi…
“The Millionaire Matchmaker”… It sometimes ends up playing in the background as I do something else in the living room. For those not familiar with the not so intellectual tv show, the host arranges mixer parties for poor millionaires who are lacking a better half. During the mixer, the millionaires choose 2 people they want…… Continue reading Millionaire’s Club…
He was at the train station, with a bag holding just the necessary for a quick trip over, and the ticket in his hand. When his messages had gone unanswered, he had first thought about a misunderstanding of some sort… He had re-read all their latest conversations and exchanges, to spot what he could have…… Continue reading If you read this…
I woke yesterday morning with a technologic itch. Just like a runny nose announcing a bad flue, I thought it was probably going to turn into something worse if I didn’t do anything about it. Like getting a technologic rash or maybe a technological stroke… I hadn’d had a cellular phone in about 6 years…… Continue reading Technological love…
Cyranny's Cove 