Why I write:
I love to read and the worlds of the imaginary since my earliest childhood. Very quickly, I wanted to write my own stories. At my parents’ house I have tons and tons of notebooks to prove it, but I’ve always been apprehensive about sharing them. Today I open this page to take a first step forward, thus revealing myself hoping that you like it and to have some feedback to know if I am not too bad.
I hope you will enjoy reading my little stories :
I’m embarking on a novel project.
It’s been a few weeks since I started writing a story that I planned to post to you this week but my brain is racing with ideas and my story is getting longer and longer. After reading my first drafts and now that I had become attached to the characters, Grandma pushed me to go…
One
Tonight I, like many women, was again bothered by heavy flirting morons on my way home from work. It was late, no space downstairs so I had to park a bit far. A group of guys cut me off and started blocking me by surrounding me. I got away with it thanks to a passerby…
Ethereal Stories: Conquest
From indifference to oblivion, there is only one step. And this short distance, I believe I am in the process of crossing it; time is counted.My name is Julius Larsen. Thirty-nine years old, of Danish nationality.Events have just happened here that are beyond reason. That’s why, before everything unravels in the mists of my conscience,…
Ethereal Stories: Daily life of a potion shop
The other day, I was eating with people from my theater group. One of the girls started talking about her job as a pharmacist. It was really boring but it inspired me this little story. Good reading! — Hello, I need a potion of… of… I leave my register and gauge the client who continues…
Ethereal Stories: The clothes do not make the Wizard
Nathan wonders what he’s doing there.He first thought it was a hoax, when he came across the LinkedIn ad. However, the correspondent he had by email seemed serious, expressed himself without questionable spelling mistakes, then the secretary on the phone seemed to him cold and devoid of emotion, like a real civil servant.Even the building…
Ethereal Stories: A beloved witch
It’s been a while since I’ve written little stories. Here’s a little one to remind you that when you have a crush on someone you shouldn’t be too hesitant to tell him/her. Raoul Her name is Apple. Like an apple. She probably has parents who have a lot of apple trees. Can you imagine a…
Ethereal Story: About Fourty
Jane jumped to the strident sound of her awakening. What day were we? Tuesday ? Wednesday ? She swivels on her stomach to wipe out cheerfully in her duvet. A large cup of coffee would undoubtedly help him to clear up ideas. She had vague memories of the day before. She took a deep inspiration…
Ethereal Stories (Halloween special): A dirty business
It started out as a routine affair. I never knew how to say no, especially to a pretty woman. I’ve known Grace for a while, and even though we just pretend like nothing happened, we both know the effect she has on me. And also the effect I don’t have on him, but that doesn’t…
Ethereal Stories: Air between the ears
Steven, a father-to-son unicorn breeder for 18 generations, was upset. The breeding season was not looking good, but then not good at all.Already, Lucette had started making milk way too soon—all that wasted colostrum was frustrating. And then, for a few months, they had all had aberrant requirements for their end of gestation. Strawberries in…
The legend of Lilfire
This week, I’m bringing you something a little different than usual. My cousin Alice had an accident. She’s fine but she has a broken leg and was entitled to a long recovery time so to keep her busy I offered her a little collaboration. She illustrated this story and the story you are about to…
Ethereal Stories: The Song of the Bats
Earth is fucked. In Joshua’s opinion, there is nothing to salvage. The fields are dry, the limestone soil aborts its young before they bud. The sick sun only gives the city a handful of hours a day – or what’s left of it – to feed the plants. Either way, his meager heat isn’t enough…
The color of water
Today is suicide prevention day. Following the suicide of a friend some years ago, I told you about my attempt. Today I just take this opportunity to pay homage to her with this little unpretentious fiction. The color of water The water seemed beautiful to her, Maggie planted her tiptoe there. After three long hours…
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