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Fading memory… (October 16th)

    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…… Continue reading Fading memory… (October 16th)

Blogging · Fiction · Late night post · stories

Red…

”Crimson red”, she thought. Like her favorite lipstick… Like the fine Pinot Noir she had sipped on, just moments ago. The bath’s water was exquisitely warm, like a blanket, wrapped around her. She felt slightly dizzy, and wondered if it was the wine kicking in, or just… Then again, she didn’t really care. Curiously, she…… Continue reading Red…

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Fading memory…

  If someday my memory just dries away, read me your best story every night… Over and over and over again. Every evening, after every sunset, tell me those same words, and bring me with you down the same road. Tell me about the same stars, and the same sighs, and the same dreams… Don’t…… Continue reading Fading memory…

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Hénétriac… (Part 1)

(originally posted April 26th, 2016. Note that, although I was tempted to, I didn’t re-write parts of the story. I have gotten more comfortable writing in English since last year, but I thought I’d re-publish it as it was back then… ) * * * * This story, I dedicate to Rowena, who was my…… Continue reading Hénétriac… (Part 1)

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The Bright Eye of the Hound…

  The road at night, dark and lonely the mists rising like embers sending their own mists upwards, and you and I sitting, and watching the fire die down, as the heavens lit up with lights and tales to tell, of the Hunter and his Hound, and I wove my stories, as our thoughts entwined,…… Continue reading The Bright Eye of the Hound…

Blogging · Fiction · stories

Fading memory…

  If someday my memory just dries away, read me your best story every night… Over and over and over again. Every evening, after every sunset, tell me those same words, and bring me with you down the same road. Tell me about the same stars, and the same sighs, and the same dreams… Don’t…… Continue reading Fading memory…

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Hénétriac… (Part 2)

  Back on her rock, from the distance, she could barely distinguish his silhouette. She couldn’t tell if he was tall or not, not having other men to compare him to. Michael… She had a shiver, thinking how she would have loved telling her mother about her unexpected encounter. But given the circumstances, there would…… Continue reading Hénétriac… (Part 2)

Canada · Denmark · Learning Danish · Me myself and I

I dag var jeg et lille barn…

Today I got spoiled again… I know you’ll probably say you did it out of boredom. Maybe it was the reason you took time to send pieces of your day abroad, like a set of stills… But the result is the same. Today, I sat with my earphones on, I closed my eyes, I listened,…… Continue reading I dag var jeg et lille barn…

Denmark · Just stories

A night out in København…

Back from a long day at work… I throw my bags on the living room’s armchair and head to the kitchen to heat myself a small bowl of hot, slow cooked chili in the microwave. Yeah, sometimes, I’m lazy like that. I eat my loot without any rush, catching up with some correspondence that cannot…… Continue reading A night out in København…