WWW #40 – Robots – Text #1

Copper Limbs

 

Walking towards you I feel

Like a robot chained in pain

Following a path programmed

For my copper limbs to climb

 

Walking towards you I feel

Like a fallen queen who lost

The battle for her own heart

Voiceless tower with no sound

And Now

You’re tearing me apart.

A rabid dog

Lashing on its bone.

Our love

Our love is gone Continue reading

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WWW #39 – Booked – Text #1

Destinées contrariées

 

Il appelle le restaurant

“Une table pour deux, s’il vous plait.”

Il avait tout organisé.

Il pensait que tout se passerait

Comme il l’avait imaginé.

He calls the restaurant

“A table for two, please.”

He had it all mapped out.

He thought that everything would go

Exactly as he had imagined. Continue reading

WWW#41 – Flower – Texte #1

Belle de mai

Au cœur d’un frais bouton et pure ainsi qu’un lys,
De Nature l’enfant, encore frêle et blanche
Avant qu’Hélios en feu lui effleure la hanche,
Elle est promesse aussi d’étés et de délices.

Cette fleur grenadine au charisme certain
Immisce entre les blés son sourire mutin.
Voilà qu’au soleil blond elle offre sa corolle,
Écarlate frisson sous la langueur d’Éole.

Chaque nouveau Printemps la choisit pour compagne,
Parmi les autres fleurs, reines de la campagne ;
Et aussitôt épris mon cœur s’émeut aux larmes.

Hélas la reverdie se fane quand meurt juin ;
Et avec lui s’éteint mon doux baiser carmin,
Volage demoiselle aux adolescents charmes…

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Note de l’auteur : avez-vous deviné de quelle fleur il s’agit ? 🙂

Featured Challenge #27 – Ghosts – Text#2

Escaping This World

by Garry Vakarian

« See? That wasn’t so complicated. » Priya words echoed in the empty void. Except I wasn’t listening. My mind and my attention were absorbed by the lingering image of Devon’s eyes – my first departed. She was chosen as my first culling and final exam for the Reaper’s assignment. She was staying at her favorite place, a small lake in the valley near her hometown. Her boyfriend had dumped her, and she had a mental breakdown at her work after that. Being fired from her job, and let go by the person, whom she thought was the love of her life was too much. She didn’t see the point of continuing her existence. After a rather short and grim post on her facebook page, she ended her life in the place she liked the most.

And it was I who had to take her soul to the afterlife.

In Purgatory, prior to meeting Devon, my supervisor Priya gave me the file on her case. Standard operating procedure required me to check it in order to better accompany the dead, and to effectively extract her soul from her body. In her dossier, I had access to a short summary of her life, the causes explaining her death and the location of the body. More importantly for my job, it had what we could call an autopsy report. In short, it gave the M.O. of her death, and how to “cull” or should I say extract her soul from the physical world and body. You see, the scythe isn’t just for show; it was our tool for exacting the incision freeing the essence of a person. Continue reading

WWW#37 – Out of breath – Texte #3

Finnigan Hawkmoth

Il coulait. Il avait beau essayer de remonter vers la surface, lutter de toutes ses forces — rien à faire, il coulait. A pic, comme une pierre, attiré par l’eau elle-même dans ses abysses.

Il se débattit encore plus fort alors qu’il sentait le froid des profondeurs l’envelopper, comme un cocon délétère, puis s’insinuer en lui. Ses muscles se raidissaient, solides comme des blocs de glace, et le peu d’air qui subsistait dans ses poumons se changeait peu à peu en givre…

Il cessa de s’agiter, acceptant la réalité, et leva la tête vers la surface — il en était maintenant si loin que tout, au-dessus de lui, semblait d’un gris profond comme un orage d’été.

Enfin la dernière bouffée d’air lui échappa comme une délivrance. Continue reading