July 28, 2016
Over her ears she pressed
Steeling herself into oblivion.
Between paint stained fingers
Shouts licked her skin
The scorching touch of...
It bears us one after the other
Wailing children of discontent
It waits and it suffers in silence
Our existence is knitted with...
July 25, 2016
When Marianne died, spring was in full growth, mature and ripe. Without warning, her heart stopped and they found her in the garden, a small green shovel...
In the light
Like the untouched strings of an unused guitar
She waited for the music to come.
Waiting to be...
July 22, 2016
They say home is where your heart is. What if your heart is divided, I ask myself? Poor heart, it only has memories and people it cherishes. I wonder, wh...
July 21, 2016
*This story was published on the wordhaus website (see it here) and on the website of the Sick Lit Magazine (here).
Inside The Beehive, it smelled like gri...
July 20, 2016
I have discovered a cute little website which only publishes extremely short flash. And I mean the shortest I’ve ever read, 25 words or less, that’s why t...
July 19, 2016
*This story was published on everydayfiction.com, yay! See the post here.
It was summer. Your hair was already deep in its journey to become a twisted hue...
She listens to Billy Idol
And Billy Idol screams in the car
Stories about how speed can fulfill desires.
She doesn’t know a midway.
It’s either t...
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