34 likes   515 readings 1 min

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 ... [+]

29 likes   321 readings 1 min


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 ... [+]

5 likes   124 readings 1 min

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 ... [+]

82 likes   1048 readings 1 min

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... [+]

118 likes   1345 readings 1 min

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 ... [+]

29 likes   310 readings 1 min

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 ... [+]

41 likes   586 readings 1 min

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 ... [+]

35 likes   483 readings 1 min


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.
... [+]

89 likes   1380 readings 1 min

The Steppe

Yann Olivier, ago

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.
... [+]

23 likes   170 readings 1 min

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 ... [+]