Previously posted on September 4th of 2018. Most of his words had, and never would leave his home in the woods. She still tried to understand why he didn’t have greater ambition for his tales. He probably didn’t doubt all the books he had stacked on the many shelves of the house could…… Continue reading Visit to the village…
Previously posted August 19th of 2018. Sitting at the kitchen table, pretending to be going over his day writings, he glanced her way. Humming an old lullaby to herself, she was cleaning their dishes, like she always did. She didn’t seem unhappy, but how could he be sure? Sometimes at night, when the…… Continue reading Evening doubts…
Previously posted on July 30th of 2018. Everything was set. The new day could begin. She had opened the shutters, lit the wood oven and put water to boil on the stove. Everyone of her moves was precise and weirdly graceful. A well prepared ballet she had practiced and perfected along the months.…… Continue reading A Muse Day…
Linda had always earned her name… She was, indeed, beautiful. Always had been, even in her bad days. She was beautiful all the way, inside and out. He knew it, and even if the years had worked against them, Wilfred had never given up. And boy, was he glad he hadn’t. They weren’t meant…… Continue reading Lucky…(Wilfred, the retired gentleman)
Friday night meant going back home for Maria. Unfortunaly, this weekend, she wouldn’t be able to spend as much time as she would have wished, with her precious son. Sebastian was a sweet, brilliant kid. Every Friday he waited for her in the livingroom’s bay-window. As soon as she stepped out of the…… Continue reading Lucky… (Maria, the lonely nanny)
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)
The alarm clock said 7:23, when Maya’s crying woke Steven up. He brushed his fingers on the buttons to turn off the clock. Oh how he longed for the day he would actually get woken by the alarm. Was wanting to sleep four hours straight really too much to ask for? He rolled…… Continue reading Lucky… (Steven, the young father)
It’s a hell of a ride, kid… Let me tell you that! The old man hit the wooden counter with his empty glass, making his intentions clear. The place wasn’t what you’d call fancy, but it had a soul, and the beer was cheap. Not the kind of bar where the hip hung out,…… Continue reading Lucky… (Jack, the barfly)
Good evening Lovelies, As you all know, writing is often like a big roller coaster ride. With ups and downs, and some time spent mid-air, either climbing up, or crashing. The beginning of the year was a little hard on me, and for some time, I had to stick to short fictions and poetry. There’s…… Continue reading Little survey…
Hello Lovelies! Some of you have encountered Cibelle & Vohne already. They have been living in the back of my head for a while now, and I thought it was about time I gave them a place of their own… I had not realized how many posts were already out, featuring my two beloved characters.…… Continue reading Cibelle & Vohne…
Cyranny's Cove 