WWW #35 – Slipped – Text #2

by B. 

He was observing her. She was standing there preparing their supper, with the same enthusiasm she always applied to her daily tasks. Smooth and sculptural, grounded yet dreamy, soft and surprising. He knew he loved her still.

She looked unchanged. So unaware. How could she not notice the tension that was rising within him? He thought she knew him better than that, did she not? It was burning at his core now. He would not be able to hold it in much longer. Yet she was there, going about cheerfully. Singing softly. Improvising on the acoustic tune that was playing on the stereo. It felt as if she were a vision. She had come to visit him from their past. Transported. Transposed. Unaffected.

In his heart though, it felt like everything had changed. He felt heavy. Burdened. He wished he could just erase from his mind, what had happened last night. How useless! He could not even blame it on alcohol. He would not. He remembered everything. He was conscious of everything. He had felt everything. He was in control. He could still sense that foreign lingering touch on his skin. That scent. He forced himself to chase that residual image from his conscious mind.

He ought it to her, to them, to keep away from it.

He let his eyes wander over her body. Continue reading

WWW #38 – Escape – Text #1

Red Ocean

by B. 

She was standing alone
Thinking about her boy at home
Assembling in her mind
A list of groceries
She could not afford to buy.

Sitting by the window,
He takes a deep breath,
Closes his eyes and boom!
He is at the station,
Hopping on a train.


His destination takes
But a second to reach.
He is now sitting in the sand,
Listening to the waves,
Breathing in the ocean.


She comes in.


He was waiting for her.

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WWW#34 – A Mosaic – Text #1

Le Seuil

Texte original par Ninefifteen

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Ayla émergeait peu à peu du sommeil. Elle s’était endormie lovée contre sa sœur, le bras de celle-ci enveloppant sa taille comme un bouclier. Elle sentait sa respiration calme et régulière — Fawn dormait sans doute encore. Ayla avait besoin de ce moment de sérénité rassurante alors elle s’autorisa à le faire durer un peu plus, gardant les yeux fermés…

Quand elle les rouvrit, elle le regretta presque. Elle mit un instant avant d’intégrer pleinement le décor inattendu qu’elle avait sous les yeux : le tronc d’arbre, la rivière, la nature avaient disparu, et elle n’avait dans son champ de vision qu’un mur de pierre… arrondi… avec des meubles à l’ancienne et des fenêtres…

Elle écarta le bras de Fawn pour se redresser, le cœur battant. C’était sous un arbre qu’elles étaient tombées de sommeil, elle en était certaine. Alors comment pouvaient-elles se réveiller dans la pièce ronde de la veille ? Continue reading

WWW #31 – Heart Warming Tale – Text #2

Wake Up and Live Happily Ever After

By B.

During winter, we often feel cold in our bodies and in our hearts. Overwhelmed and exhausted by our environment. There is this holiday rush, family, friends, all over, and then we are back to the harsh reality of our routine. Harsh? Who said our routine has to feel that way?

We spend more time complaining, feeling sorry for ourselves than actually giving ourselves a chance to do what we want to do. To be who we want to be. To feel how we want to feel.

Doesn’t that sound just plain amazing? Verging on too good to be true, doesn’t it? Well I am not just going to throw you out there, and let you tackle this issue all by yourselves. In this article I will share a few leads you can explore, to try and make a difference in your own little bubble of life. Continue reading