13   389 readings 1 min
Once again she filled her trolley as the cashier looked on astounded, asking herself the same question she did every day. How could such a small woman, frail and tiny, eat such a huge quantity of ... [+]

RECOMMENDED
By Short Édition
25   401 readings 1 min
Today is the day. He had decided. To celebrate his twelfth birthday, Aodren is going to go rappelling with his father down the Dalles Grises in the Verdon Gorge. A dizzying fall of five hundred and ... [+]

RECOMMENDED
By Short Édition
36   788 readings 1 min

Minty Elevator

Nicolas Juliam, ago

Eyes sticky, brain clogged up. As usual I get into the elevator 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... [+]

RECOMMENDED
By Short Édition
31   538 readings 1 min

Judith

Farida Johnson, 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 ... [+]

RECOMMENDED
By Short Édition
5   386 readings 1 min

Dance of Joy

Rouge-coeur, ago

Music at full blast. Too bad about the neighbors.

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 bobbing,... [+]

RECOMMENDED
By Short Édition
84   1226 readings 1 min

At the Balajo

Jeanlouislejonc, ago

It was the summer of 1936. In Paris. At the Balajo. Rue de Lappe. Near the Bastille. A public dance club. Musicians with cigarettes hanging from their mouths and a half-pint of cold beer ... [+]

Finalist - Jury Selection
Grand Prix Automne 2016
RECOMMENDED
By Short Édition
120   1516 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 one... [+]

Finalist - Jury Selection
Livres en Tête 2016 - Tintamarre du soir
31   489 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 ... [+]

Finalist - Jury Selection
Livres en Tête 2015 - Le flacon et l'ivresse
RECOMMENDED
By Short Édition
35   642 readings 1 min

Inhuman

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 ... [+]

Finalist - Jury Selection
Grand Prix Printemps 2013
RECOMMENDED
By Short Édition
154   2444 readings 1 min
Henry Banner is my friend. We are never apart, he stays by my side from morning to night. He will always be there for me when things are tough. The problem with Henry is that he doesn’t have a ... [+]

Finalist - Jury Selection
Grand Prix Automne 2016
RECOMMENDED
By Short Édition