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I felt the heat wash over my face as he streaked pass me a first time.
“Pretty cool, hey ?”
Gosh he was like a teenager with a new set of wheels.
But well, at least, the kit worked….

» Posted By Guillaume On 01.18.2016 @ 1:52 am


I got off my feet instantly, turned around to see him enter the room. He was, as always, dazzling. A straight, simple dark suit complimented his ever-so-slightly tanned skin and short raven hair.

» Posted By Guillaume On 12.28.2015 @ 2:25 am


The edge was a few meters away. Of course I wanted to jump. Of course it was attractive to try and fly away, right now, soaring above everything and the sea and the waves beneath.
I stepped on the dais, standing above the cliff.

» Posted By Guillaume On 11.04.2015 @ 5:36 am


Built on hills of sands and rivers of mica, our fortresses all had a rickety attitude. Didn’t prevent them from being island of peace and reassurance that indeed, we were everpresent.

» Posted By Guillaume On 10.15.2015 @ 2:01 am


Thousand of signs had finally pointed him towards the right solution. Suddenly all the elements, on the board, inside his files, written on his notes, floating ideas inside his mind, coalesced.
He knew.

» Posted By Guillaume On 10.09.2015 @ 6:28 am


She was leaning towards him and talking urgently in his hear. I obviously couldn’t make out words, but there was a distinct feeling of something being built and shaped in between those two.

» Posted By Guillaume On 10.05.2015 @ 1:31 am


The entire ship was being silent as it passed wave upon wave in what appeared to be a sea of bodies. The prow would plow like a sullen ox through the sometimes thicker layer, jolting the entire boat in the process.

» Posted By Guillaume On 10.01.2015 @ 1:24 am


I was not prepared for this. No clues, no sign, had indicated that somehow he would get fed up, and just up and leave. It was, mostly, a good ol’ slap in the face.

» Posted By Guillaume On 09.29.2015 @ 1:15 am


One point in time was all it took to start a straight line, and follow it toward the unknown. I had begun to look for a way out for quite some time by then, and a simple shove would push me over the edge.

» Posted By Guillaume On 09.24.2015 @ 1:17 am


The cut was precise and clean. A drop of blood formed on the opening of the cut, but the rest of the incision opened without so much as a misty pink welling

» Posted By Guillaume On 09.22.2015 @ 2:32 am


When I entered the room the first thing I saw was how emaciated he had become. He’d probably lost two stones since I last saw him. He was also slower as he used to bit. Turning his head was a visible effort, seemingly like moving a door that’s slightly too heavy.

» Posted By Guillaume On 09.16.2015 @ 1:45 am


They both entered court side; their face shining with the sweat of their previous antics. He had gripped her hand, hard. She could feel he was getting bony and thin.

» Posted By Guillaume On 09.15.2015 @ 12:36 am


It was standing right here, at the left of the polished wood table my grandfather used each time he had an important letter to write. He would begin his writing with as much ritual as for a tea ceremony. He would first prepare his tools, starting with his favorite pen. He’d manfully unscrew the cap and the body, lay them down carefully on a bristol paper, then carefully wash the tip of the pen with a coton cloth had had drawn from his bottom drawer.

» Posted By Guillaume On 09.10.2015 @ 1:24 am


At my right was, at it should rightly be, a knife. A clean blade, thoroughly washed one hour before. Tools of my trade. It was honed, I took regular care of these, regardless of future plans. In two words: always prepared.

» Posted By Guillaume On 09.09.2015 @ 2:02 am


They hadn’t been introduced as cousins as such, but their respective parents had made the relationship between the two of them quite clear: they were not to be seen together, not to talk to each other, and under no circumstances were they allowed to play together either.

» Posted By Guillaume On 08.30.2015 @ 11:38 pm


It was a small place situated at the two thirds of the hill, very close to the top yet slightly unassuming as to its own position. All in all, one could say it was a shy place. To reach it was to win the heart of the shy girl sitting two rows ahead of you in fifth.

» Posted By Guillaume On 01.05.2015 @ 11:51 pm


An adorable little fluffy animal was turning its eyes towards me. Little did he know indeed, in all its youthful innocence, the tragic destiny I was doomed to deliver to its short life.

» Posted By Guillaume On 12.03.2014 @ 2:29 am


The garb was frayed to the edges, and there was nothing left on its surface left to ascertain its age. Clearly it had been worn, yet it bore the touch of fake ageing.

» Posted By Guillaume On 10.22.2014 @ 11:51 pm


Well if that is not an old friend… The ancient plague of my every walking day; put to sleep only by the restlessness of my dreams.

» Posted By Guillaume On 10.06.2014 @ 2:15 am


Stripped of clothes and of the usual ornaments of my function, no gun -even not a single tiny one hidden anywhere- I felt for the first time as those I had been diligently channelling through those doors all these years.

» Posted By Guillaume On 09.22.2014 @ 2:07 am


The day her brother died she sat a long time in the living room; Even the sofa was getting old. Her son was somewhere in Korea -she couldn’t even remember easily whether it was north or west-, her daughter was leaving for Australia, and she was pretty sure her love for her husband had departed a few years ago.
She took her head between her hands.

» Posted By Guillaume On 09.19.2014 @ 12:30 am


I told her everything I knew, at once, in a flood of words that poured of a place within me that had been locked for years. She sat patiently, and when I was finished and the flood died down, she said:

» Posted By Guillaume On 07.25.2014 @ 3:41 am


Hundreds of people would swarm the intersection and flood the pavement, all at once. There had to be a way out, but the rat couldn’t see it, not from where he stood. Ah, yes. High grounds. He darted for the garbage bin looming in the distance.

» Posted By Guillaume On 07.18.2014 @ 2:54 am


A simple pane of glass separated us, a simple wall of hard light as invisible and opaque as that distance which had grew between us over the last months. Two cats were drawn in the lower corner, and for no reason I could fathom the artist had decided they wouldn’t face each other. The smallest one was turning it’s back to the big striped one (or was it a tiger) and I felt a distant irony at all the irony my universe could throw at me with a single sheet.

» Posted By Guillaume On 07.11.2014 @ 12:55 am


No point in trying to argue, she would say. No point in trying to convince her, I would think. Unstoppable force meets immovable object, what happens then ? Do we brake right before the impending crash ?

» Posted By Guillaume On 07.10.2014 @ 6:43 am


This is something I hadn’t thought about, once again. There is a moment in my life that comes back, like a little mechanical winding toy circling mindlessly.

» Posted By Guillaume On 02.14.2014 @ 5:47 am


Well that got me seriously stumped. I’m so used to writing terribly dark messages that the prospect of so much shinyness and enthusiasm leaves me speechless.

» Posted By Guillaume On 01.22.2014 @ 1:51 am


The numbers kept coming up on the screen but there was no way I could make sense of them. Piling up one after the other, they merely seemed to advertise an impending doom, the nature of which I could not possibly fathom. Staring at them would not help either, but for a fleeting moment I felt I could just turn my head and there it would be, at the limit of my vision, in all its abominable glory.

» Posted By Guillaume On 01.15.2014 @ 5:35 am


She was resting there, her arms languidly open in a pose reminiscing me of countless fantasies.
She had been doing so for countless years, her skin withered and dry, her eyes two black holes.

» Posted By Guillaume On 11.29.2013 @ 4:34 am


It put to mind of a fresh, minty smell. Something that was going to pass as soon as it started, something I would have much trouble hanging to.
I set the shovel to work and begun digging.
It was going to be a long evening.

» Posted By Guillaume On 10.29.2013 @ 11:02 am

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