A new kind of literary pulse

7:23 a.m.
Since September, every 7:23 a.m. has been the same. First, the dull sound of an engine, then the headlights piercing the dark. The bus slows, then stops. The doors open in front of me... [+]

Once upon a time there was a storyteller, who decided one day to broaden his repertoire. After all, the village was starting to get tired of always hearing the same tales. They no longer made the... [+]

When he was small, he had always dreamed of being an astronaut. Unfortunately, he was hopeless at astrophysics, but that had not stopped him from becoming the best geneticist at NASA.
The day he... [+]

I don’t want to boast, but I’ve just pulled off a real masterpiece. At the age of seventy-five, I have become the unrivaled outrageous old lady of Moussy-lès-Limas. I live in this peaceful... [+]

Granddad used to say that the stars were born from the smiles of women, and I never understood how right he was. Until today.
At the age of seven, all I knew for sure was that I liked the idea... [+]

Nolan had gotten up early that day. This was unusual enough in itself.
He had grabbed the bag lying on his desk chair. He had only decided to leave a few hours earlier. He had resolved to do it... [+]

“Come on, come on, come on, before the moment's gone”
The lyrics of “No. 1 Party Anthem” by the Arctic Monkeys rang through the summer air. It had been a red hot summer, right from June... [+]

I gently pressed their lifeless little bodies, letting them slip among their fellows, who had been there long enough for their original shape to have been long forgotten. They were sinking, slipping... [+]

— Now, that, right in front of your eyes, is a level 3 planet.
— What’s that then?
— Primitive life. They don’t know they are being observed. They don’t even know that there is any... [+]

She lies down, stretching out across the trunk of a walnut tree cut during the spring.
All that’s left of its bark are a few shreds, gradually withering away. 
With her back resting... [+]

Everything is fluid. I can feel the biting caress of the wind stinging my cheeks. I can see the blue sky stretching out to infinity and feel the intoxication of speed catching my heart. There is no... [+]

The days go by inexorably. Boring. My daily life, from Monday to Saturday. Even my Sundays have no flavour, identical from one week to the next. Except when the sales are on, when it’s non-stop... [+]