mardi 28 août 2012

[But the words] won't come out


Veol shot a greedy look at his prey. A nasty smile tore his face. He knew exactly how it would end.

The prey was fooling itself in a happy end, hopelessly believing in a little bit of hope. "I will say this, and this, and even get into that".

Etah came into the place. Veol dived on the prey.

The prey was shaking with doubt and despair, kneeled down and kicked the last bit of  hope away.

Hey, what did you expect?


mercredi 22 août 2012

Honey Dusk


Pacôme se retourna, le corps mouillé de sueur bien qu’il se demanda d’où put provenir cette eau tant il avait soif. Dominique peinait à suivre. La traversée du désert semblait aller au-delà de ses forces. Elle qui était si enthousiaste à cette idée ! Elle qui était venue chercher Pacôme pour le mener dans cette folle aventure ! Pacôme trouva la force de sourire et encouragea Dominique à le rejoindre, sans obtenir de réponse. Dominique tomba à genoux, dans un signe mêlé de pardon et de capitulation. « C’est terminé, dit-elle. Je ne peux plus. » Pacôme trouva une nouvelle source d’eau : ses yeux brillaient alors que de grosses larmes se formaient.

Dix jours qu’ils traversaient ce désert. 



lundi 23 janvier 2012

Les vrais savent

les vrais savent, les autres c'est des esclaves

mardi 18 octobre 2011

BANG


"So what? What happened, tell me!" asked an eager friend
"Well, nothing special, we just kissed" said Dominique
"Come on, tell me more about it! And you didn't even notice it on facebook"
" Don't make a fuss about it, you stupid, we just kissed"
Her friend gasped and stared at her. Dominique gave an elegant laugh.
"I kissed him goodbye. End of the story."
She paused. Then she added "This is a start though"

samedi 15 octobre 2011

Long time no puke

When he realised that everything he had done was totally pointless, he thought he would never be able to live through it. He could not see, his eyes were burning with tears; He could not speak, his throat was dry; He could not feel, his heart was shattered.


lundi 10 octobre 2011

Seventeen Years Old



I don't write my stuff anymore, I just kick it from my head
You know what I'm sayin'?



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lundi 6 juin 2011

Violet Pieux


Pete likes drawning his sorrow in TV shows. Pitts is gorgeous. Pierce wants to strip. Prick has beautiful eyes.


I'm coming home, I'm coming home ;
tell the world I'm coming home