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, years before. I thought it was a great way to remember some of the stuff I did a while back, and I…… Continue reading The scarf… (September 24th FFF)
. I don’t do book reviews, simply because I don’t know how to make a good one. Sure, I could learn how to become a great reviewer (is that even a word?), but there are many awesome awesome bloggers that already do it a hundred times better than I could ever, so… I am making…… Continue reading Feasting upon the bones…
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 Autumn’s avowals… (October 11th FFF)
Do you remember this scarf, carelessly thrown on your couch? I hadn’t announced myself, as I rarely did… I liked to be like a feather in the wind, letting it take me where I needed to be. And every so often, it seems like I needed to be yours for the night. You never…… Continue reading The scarf…
“Loving him was like playing chess with grandpa when I was a child, she thought. I could never outguess his next move, but he always made me feel like I had chances to win…”
I wrote you a thousand times, he told her by the stone hearth. The flames reflected in her eyes, matching her red mane. The warm tones of the fire colored the whole room, covering the discreet blushing of her cheeks. I don’t have the eye of a painter, I don’t have the hand of…… Continue reading Autumn’s avowals…
“It is unusual to see a male medium… It intrigued me.” She opened her hand, showing her palm to the stranger. As soon as his gaze met the fine lines on her skin, he backed up slightly. “I am affraid I won’t be able to do business with you, sorry about that.” Surprised to say…… Continue reading Fortune Teller…
“Loving him was like playing chess with grandpa when I was a child, she thought. I could never outguess his next move, but he always made me feel like I had chances to win…”
I wrote you a thousand times, he told her by the stone hearth. The flames reflected in her eyes, matching her red mane. The warm tones of the fire colored the whole room, covering the discreet blushing of her cheeks. I don’t have the eye of a painter, I don’t have the hand of…… Continue reading Autumn’s avowals…
Alone with her thoughts, she bent down to sit on the ground… She murmured her prayer to the earth, caressing it from the tip of her fingers, with no obvious response… She then walked towards the fire, and danced with the flames. Twirling close enough to feel the heat, but her words burned in…… Continue reading Invoking the elements…
Cyranny's Cove 