C’était un matin vif et glacé. Elisa, emmitouflée, les yeux à demi fermés, marchait en sautillant jusqu’à la gare, en respirant à petites bouffées pour empêcher le froid d’envahir ses poumons. Les rayons du jour qui s’annonçait diluaient lentement la nuit bleutée.
Read MoreMalgré sa taille imposante et le feu qui brûle en lui, Zara n’a jamais peur des colères de Zénon. Depuis qu’il est tout petit, elle lui parle d’une voix douce, et Zénon suit docilement ses instructions.
Read MoreA distant memory. One that could never be forgotten. She was dressed in thin garments on a frozen winter morning. The sky was of an abnormal depth, even for such menacing times. Clouds of fog moved towards her, enveloping her frail ankles in their icy wrath.
Read MoreBeyond the crevice of the soul,
lies a glorified story of my sleepless nights.
The dreams, too sour and ever too ripe,
overlap their brused shadows and slide out of my mouth.
My legs, moving faster than my shadow,
the colours in my sweaty hand,
Too far in such a short distance,
like dying before the end of life.
She tilted the jug of pink lemonade and the ice cubes tumbled into her glass, three at a time, clinking together. He was at the other side of the room, slumped in a sofa, a cup of steaming coffee in his trembling fingers. Miriam wanted to say something, anything, but as her mouth opened, a single breath came whooshing out before she clamped it shut, her teeth grinding, hard. All this was giving her a headache and so she sat down, dizzy and flustered.
Read MoreDear you, whoever you are,
I found this sturdy leaf and pulled out my purple fountain pen from the back pocket of my soaked denim skirt, and decided to write this letter hoping you would find it.
When I was washed onto the white sand of this island, I befriended a seagull. She was gentle and kind and approached me when she heard the sound of my voice. Now, I have decided to let her go with this letter attached to her leg. She will return and when she does, I will know that she has found you.
Jason whipped around, the crackling hum of wind made him fear something. It must've been death in general, or maybe just the idea of it. The sun was long gone, and the sliver of a pale orange moon was glassed over with blue dust, liquid moonbeams easing through the burning cracks of the sky. His little brother, Oliver was just seven years old, and clutching on to Jason's arm as if though his life depended on it. And maybe, just maybe, it did. Rosie, the hyperactive dog, was slouched over, hunched into a skinny ball of fur. They were late, and they didn't quite know why.
Read MoreI bow down to you
The father of my soul
I started anew
and held burning coal
Weak and exhausted,
Hammered to my bed,
not be trusted,
for I’ve lost my head
Sinful day,
and truthful night,
will betray,
the eerie light
Solitude,
is one feeling,
yet so many,
it is so vulnerable and nude,
silencing peace,
and creating a feud
It was a Summer night with starry skies,
The pale moon peeked timidly though the clouds,
The cool night air lingered with truths and lies,
The stars were glinting through the darkness's shroud.
My legs, moving faster than my shadow,
the colours in my sweaty hand,
Too far in such a short distance,
like dying before the end of life.
You have found,
the all profound,
my warm tears,
my worst fears
So go ahead,
push me down,
slam my head
onto the ground
I went through my life, past my character
All the way to Hell and back
To where I, my own competitor
Could soar through golden fields of black
Always there,
by my side,
spilling secrets,
never lies,
sometimes we laugh,
sometimes we cry,
friends forever,
friends for life