93 readings 1min

Eyes gluey, brain clogged up. As usual I get into the lift with my head down, on auto-pilot. But today is different because her scent is in here. And she’s here too. In a moment of panic I turn ... [+]

125 readings 1min


Doum, ago

Judith! I went past you during class. Your head bent down over the desk, your slender neck and the tendrils of hair escaping from your ponytail.
Judith! I am totally in love.
Your knees are ... [+]

25 readings 1min

Music at full blast. Too bad about the neighbours.

A delicious shiver runs through my body. My feet, timid at first, start to tap out the rhythm. A little swaying of the hips, then head ... [+]

928 readings 1min

It was the summer of 1936. In Paris. At the Balajo. Rue de Lappe. Near the Bastille. A public dance. Musicians with a fag in their mouth and a half of cold beer within reach. Crystal ball spinning... [+]

475 readings 1min

I’ve never set one damn foot in New York City. Oh, but I have seen Escape from New York, where a one-eyed Kurt Russell surveys the Big Apple, now transformed into a prison. But I have never put ... [+]

186 readings 1min

I, Dionysus

Christophe, ago

I, Dionysus, the son of Zeus and Semele,
God living among mortals,
God roaming over this beloved land,
Preferring the roughness of the ground beneath my bare feet to the softness of the ... [+]

512 readings 1min

The hands of the clock are going round. Any minute now, thinking time will be over. But I still need a few moments to clarify the situation.

I know very well that this is not the time to ... [+]

432 readings 1min


Plumeauvent, ago

Indifference kills. It is as pitiless towards higher intelligences as it is to the most primitive of beings. The truth is the same for all. Tight lips and absent stares are deadly poisons.
... [+]

1339 readings 1min

The steppe. Infinite frontier. Grassy kingdom. In its vastness a cousin to the sea. The wind had made it its playground. It could roam there until it ran out of breath, with no obstacles.
... [+]

110 readings 1min

As far back as she can remember, Lilly’s memories of her childhood are all tinged with melancholy.
She can picture herself dragging her original misery into nursery school, being bored in ... [+]

2458 readings 1min

On this July night, the sky gradually darkens and covers the seventy hectares of the American cemetery with its black veil.
It has been a splendid day; the air is laden with the soft scents of... [+]

940 readings 1min

I used to pass you every morning in my street, the one that runs alongside the cemetery. I would be hurrying off to do my shopping. You walked with small steps, your back stooped, leaning on your ... [+]

300 readings 1min

Number Five

Abelys, ago

It doesn’t work very well, this lift. I’d rather take a few more minutes. I’m exhausted, it finishes me off climbing all these steps.

It always stinks in the lift. A mixture of ... [+]

1254 readings 1min

A sharp, piercing sound reached his ears. It was a continuous beep, a stabbing sound that took up all the space in his brain.
There was a flash of white light.
“Good morning,” said a ... [+]

394 readings 1min
Jérémy Riou

Hey Dad

Jérémy Riou, ago

“Hey Dad, how do you tell somebody you love them? I mean, when you really love somebody, with all your heart.”

“Are you in love?”

“No! Well, I don’t really ... [+]

35 readings 1min

In her Bubble

Alicia, ago

Her eyes have been open for half an hour now in the darkness of the bedroom. She always prefers to wait for the sunrise. Gently, she removes the thick duvet and seeks out the warmth of her ... [+]