Short fictions Short story: The fortune-teller 9 Mar 201816 Aug 2018 “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…
Short fictions Short story: The daycare 14 Feb 201816 Aug 2018 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…
Short fictions Short story: Of sports memorabilia and self-promises 17 Jan 201816 Aug 2018 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…
Short fictions Short story: Augustine 3 Dec 201716 Aug 2018 Big news! I'm still alive! Apologies for the long absence, and if Lord grants me some peace I should now be able to post more frequently. Also, I have a…
Short fictions Short story: In the midnight hour 14 Jun 201716 Aug 2018 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…
Short fictions Short story: I win 5 Jun 201716 Aug 2018 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…
Short fictions Short story: Perfect Strangers 12 May 201716 Aug 2018 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…
Short fictions Short story: Suicide Blonde 6 May 201716 Aug 2018 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…
Short fictions Short story: The willow farm 29 Apr 201716 Aug 2018 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…
Short fictions Short story: May 1984 27 Apr 201716 Aug 2018 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…
