“Leave him, he’s not the one.” What upset me more at the time was that he didn’t show any sign of the typical charlatan. No arrogance, no intimidation, no stupid smirks or toothy smiles. Actually, he barely looked at me at all. His voice was disturbingly calm and careless. His gaze was deep into reading…
Category: Short fictions
The daycare
Inspiration can strike in any form. This came a couple of nights ago in the form of a nightmare. Hello Freud, knock if you’re lurking around. *** The elegant building was one of the oldest in town. Dating back to the sixteenth century, it had miraculously survived the bombing that in the early seventies had…
Of sports memorabilia and self-promises
I wrote a lot over the years. Short novels, fanfictions, sometimes I drew from my own life. There is a bit of everything. This short story blows out its first candle next week and it seems forever. *** She lets the light of her laptop’s monitor go off as it turns to power save mode….
In the midnight hour
Drawing from my old fanfictions because I had an insane week and couldn’t write anything new. This still holds a special place in my heart (along with the person this was written for.) *** When to the sessions of sweet silent thought I summon up remembrance of things past, I sigh the lack of many…
I win
From the tenth floor the streets were a world of living Barbies and Kens. Staring down from the mansard, Marie wondered why would her dad prefer to travel around the seas when he could sit there with her and her raven, naming every passer-by, giving them identities, assigning lives. “That one is Rose,” she pointed…
Perfect Strangers
I wrote quite a decent number of fanfictions in my life, for different TV shows. Most of them are, to my own admission, depressing tear-jerking sh*t. This is one of the few not falling into that category. Because at times even my miserable muse needs lightness and fun. *** New York City, 2010 Will has…
Suicide Blonde
There was nothing more upsetting than seeing the list of my options slim down by the second, torn to shreds by the frenemy of web searches, aka Google. A lethal combo of meds and alcohol was ruled out for lack of raw material. No access to med cabinets and no doctor friend to supply them…
The willow farm
My heels click on the polished parquet, resounding in the silence of the wide, empty hall. It’s past ten at night and the last visitors of my exhibit have just left. In my hands there is the chèque I’ll cash tomorrow from the sale of one of my paintings. The exhibit has been more successful…
May 1984
Oh. There is something I forgot to say about me; fluff is not my forte, so enjoy the pain! *** When she hears the distant knock on the door, she doesn’t even consider getting up to answer as an option. She lifts the crumpled sheets over her head and cocoons herself deep underneath the warm…
