Blogging · Fiction · French

Vide.

  Les yeux fixés sur le curseur, elle laissait le vide couler en elle. Une brèche, déjà présente avant le coup de grâce, était maintenant béante… Accueuillant le néant à bras ouverts. C’était la fin du film, elle en était consciente. La fin d’une histoire qu’elle avait écrite d’une main tremblante. Elle avait mis beaucoup…… Continue reading Vide.

Blogging · Fiction · short

Mascara…

  Men don’t know the pain of mascara stains… Wearing your sorrow on your cheeks like a warrior. Letting the darkness of your soul leak on your skin… Blackened tears spelling despair. Somber fears running like rivers… Marcara writing an S.O.S on your face.    

Blogging · Fiction · poetry · Thoughts

Reaching up…

  Reaching up, and catching a ray of winter sunshine in my hand, It quivered, it shivered, then it went silent, until I peeked “Watch me fly away” said the wings,   I spent the rest of the day hunting smiles, they were more elusive, and wouldn’t be caught, whispering on the breeze, “I’m looking…… Continue reading Reaching up…

Blogging · fantasy · Fiction · stories · Thoughts

Something different…

  Wouldn’t you like to try something different Sometimes, when the winds are strong and the coldest of winter is knocking at your door… Like tonight, you know? Would you like me to write down Your scarf and your gloves, your jacket to hang by the coat-peg? I could unbutton your shirt with a few…… Continue reading Something different…

Blogging · Dreams · Fiction · poetry

Her words…

  Her words became my words, and her thoughts became my thoughts,   She had a way, of twisting words and thoughts and me around her little finger, I wanted so, to know what she knew and say what she could the loving way she held her pen and wrote,   My thoughts, and my…… Continue reading Her words…

Blogging · Fiction · poetry

More than just…

  Considering what she is over a cup of hot coffee, drawing her outline in the air, starting with her hair then falling to her feet, asking for a moment please, of her time   What she is, is more than her shape, if I had never met her wouldn’t change a thing, not the…… Continue reading More than just…

Blogging · Fiction · stories

Scarred…

  She was sitting alone in the dark when the knock on the door had broken the silence. She wasn’t expecting any visit, she never did. Any other day, she would have rolled into a little ball on the armchair, and waited for the knocking to fade in the night. But for some reason, she…… Continue reading Scarred…