The knock on the door was so soft, the cat himself hadn’t been bothered in his sleep, on the old beat-up couch. Stacy unlocked the apartment’s door, knowing all too well who she’d find on the other side. Just as she expected, the old lady stood, ready to knock once again, probably aware that…… Continue reading The Block…
Sharon pretended to walk down to her mailbox. For the sixth time, that day. She knew all too well that she wouldn’t find anything more than a couple of untamed dust bunnies, and an old take out menu she had never cared to throw to the trash. What she did know, though, was that…… Continue reading The Block…
Getting back into the apartment, Bill violently slammed the door shut. Immediately, his wife’s quick paced footsteps announced that she was making her way from the living room to the hallway. Seriously, Billy? I just managed to get Lilly to sleep. Could we keep the noise down and enjoy an hour of sweet silence?…… Continue reading The Block…
Waaaaaaaaaaaalter!! WALTER!! The old man didn’t bother answering his wife’s call, knowing that her hearing was as bad as she was loud, in general. She had probably deafened her own self, over the years. That thought amused him, and he walked to her chair by the window with a smirk. Yes, Darlin’, what is…… Continue reading The Block…
When in doubt, blog about Denmark! That wouldn’t be a wise advice for a vast majority of you, Lovelies, but it totally applies to me. Some of you might think that I am exagerating this Danish thing. But if you know me a little bit personally, you know that my love for Denmark is…… Continue reading Random Danish memories…
When her mother woke up, with the sunset, she had already been sitting by the window for hours. The night before, she had rushed back to the village. It was late, and she had been nervous to say the least, walking all by herself for the first time, in the middle of the…… Continue reading Hooves’ thunder…
It wasn’t an easy task, to take care of this house all by herself. She was used to being in charge of the cleaning, and the kitchen was definately her kingdom… But he usually helped her, making sure she never ran out of wood for the old stove, and he spent time every day…… Continue reading Still waiting…
It had been weeks since the two men had left the village. She sat in a corner of the room and brushed her fingers on the still unopened letter. She wished she could have shared this moment with her mother, wether the news locked in the fragile envelope were good or bad. Unfortunately, someone…… Continue reading The letter…
Wake up, handsome! When he opened his eyes, he didn’t feel any pain, but a weird numbness kept him from moving a single muscle… Slept well, Dear? She was sitting on top of him, gloriously naked under a crimson open silk night robe. The memories were slowly coming back to him, while he…… Continue reading A magic touch… – FFFC
Sometimes I can appear a bit weird or gore in my interests… For one thing, I like to read about serial killers. I obviously don’t find these people ”cool”. I don’t find what they did ”cool”. And although I know I’ll never understand, I am interested in trying to get what makes some people act…… Continue reading Chernobyl…
Cyranny's Cove 