Category Archives: Short story

Romance, reflection, writing, twin soul, legend, fantasy

ArchimĂšde au bord de la mer

Promettant des averses de pluies pour la nuit, des amas de nuages blancs glissent silencieusement dans le ciel, entraĂźnĂ©s par le halĂštement d’Eole. Exerçant sa colĂšre sur la mer, le vent la soulĂšve, l’enfle, la fouette, la dĂ©figure. Des vallĂ©es,

ArchimĂšde au bord de la mer

Promettant des averses de pluies pour la nuit, des amas de nuages blancs glissent silencieusement dans le ciel, entraĂźnĂ©s par le halĂštement d’Eole. Exerçant sa colĂšre sur la mer, le vent la soulĂšve, l’enfle, la fouette, la dĂ©figure. Des vallĂ©es,

The legend of the underground city

Once upon a time lived a young man with an unchristian name, Gaetar. He came from a poor family that lived in a shabby house at the bottom of the Flon valley close to the boggy river, a miserable neighborhood

The legend of the underground city

Once upon a time lived a young man with an unchristian name, Gaetar. He came from a poor family that lived in a shabby house at the bottom of the Flon valley close to the boggy river, a miserable neighborhood

The Prisoner

I absolutely had to write. I had lost my freedom a few months earlier, in the November of my nineteenth birthday. Not that I was free before – only children are free – but I at least had the illusion

The Prisoner

I absolutely had to write. I had lost my freedom a few months earlier, in the November of my nineteenth birthday. Not that I was free before – only children are free – but I at least had the illusion

Drying Heart

An unprecedented drought had devastated the village for the last nine months. Damian was not born to be a peasant. His family was the richest and the most powerful of the village; they possessed all the lands in the village

Drying Heart

An unprecedented drought had devastated the village for the last nine months. Damian was not born to be a peasant. His family was the richest and the most powerful of the village; they possessed all the lands in the village

Un Amour Toscan

Sujet: “Et si j’Ă©tais un autre?” PARTIE I : LA RENCONTRE Hier, ma vie a pris un sens ! Une passion nommĂ©e Amour a emballĂ© ma raison et brulĂ© mon cƓur. 7 aout 1963, il est 9h du matin, et

Un Amour Toscan

Sujet: “Et si j’Ă©tais un autre?” PARTIE I : LA RENCONTRE Hier, ma vie a pris un sens ! Une passion nommĂ©e Amour a emballĂ© ma raison et brulĂ© mon cƓur. 7 aout 1963, il est 9h du matin, et