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#33 – Deleted / Erased – Text #2

Purpose

by Hailie Andersen

Plodding down his daily route, he could feel the heaviness of boredom and solitude weighing on his limbs. Lately he had been contemplating his life and wondering how he had gotten there. Comparing his current situation to what his younger-self had projected his future could look like ten years ago. There was a world between there and then. Job – check. House – mmm… he owned a flat… semi-check. Athletic build – he exercised but was no model… semi-check again. Family – alien concept he still desired, but did not seem to have in him to construct. Wife – no girlfriend in ages. Marriage – felt more and more like a never-happening tale.

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Keys turned in the lock. He walked in, and shed his coat and jacket in the lobby. Then he eyed his flat. Soulless, nude space, open lines, cold, empty walls, uplifted only by the view, and the grey light filtering through the high windows. The absence of decor mirrored the void he felt biting at his core. He needed something to counter its grasp, replace it with meaning, or deflect it with a placebo blend.

Instinctively, he sat down on his couch and switched on the TV. Hoping to be filled by others’ stories. Zapped from one channel to the next. Found nothing to his taste. He breathed in. The atmosphere was warm. Maybe too warm. He needed air. Fresh air. He got up, slid the glass door, and walked out on his balcony.

Dressed only in his classic, matt, silk shirt, he braved the negative temperature, resolutely. He looked out over the lake and to the horizon. He needed to feel something. Gushes of frozen winter wind slapped repeatedly at his skin. He could sense his body shrink and shiver in the cold. Still he stood there. Unwavering soul lost in his thoughts. His perspective felt blurred. He needed focus.

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Johan knew he needed to act – turn his ways around, because they were not working. If he stayed there watching his life pass him by, he was aware he would disappear. Shrink into oblivion. Be deleted, erased. Leave nothing behind him upon his passing. Drown into the mass of loners out there. Continue reading

WWW #29 – Recovered – Text #2

Un Nouveau début

Texte original écrit par Butterfliesfairy

Les premiers jours furent difficiles. Les matins surtout. Elle supportait mal de se réveiller, seule, de prendre son petit-dejeuner, seule, non elle n’avait aucune envie et aucune raison de se lever. Anita etait retournée se coucher plusieurs fois et avait passé des journées entières au lit.

On était venu lui rendre visite et lui apporter des plats. Son amie Sandjee s’etait montrée réconfortante et positive. Sa soeur avait été plus dure, elle ne la reconnaissait pas et refusait de la voir se laisser aller. La vie continuait et il fallait la suivre au pas.

Anita écoutait les conseils et étrangement, il lui semblait que tout cela était. irréel. Mani ne l’avait pas quittée, son mariage n’était pas tombé à l’eau et elle poursuivait sa vie comme elle l’avait toujours imaginée. Continue reading

WWW #26 – Postponing – Text #2

Transient Affections

by Hailie Andersen

He did not know what he wanted. He did not know what to do with his life. He felt like he was constantly watching time flutter and dwindle by, unable to grasp the flow of emotions repeatedly taking over, leaving his heart stranded on the shore. He would feel rinsed a few days after having reached climax and crumbled all the way down from there. He was watching others take action. Gripping their lives by the collar, making something out of them. Moving on to the next base. He could not. He lacked those strong convictions they all held on to.

His will was not strong enough to handle the constant ebb and flow of people walking in and out. His curiosity was strong. His sense of attraction, wildly hyperactive. His heart butterflied its way from one woman to the next – feeling strongly, over and over again, that each new flower he met could be the one. Until he caught a glimpse of something in them, something he did not find so fitting after all. Then he would hit reset and look out for the next. Showing his fleeting flings the way out of this life, as readily as he had welcomed them in. Continue reading

WWW#24 – Scent – Texte #3

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Une Note d’orange

Texte original par Ninefifteen

Je ne sais pas comment tout cela a commencé. Et encore moins pourquoi. Ni ce qui se cache derrière les derniers… événements.

Toujours est-il qu’hier soir encore, j’étais au feu d’artifice de la Fête de l’Eté, sur la plage de la ville côtière de Zhashell, où j’ai toujours vécu. Comme tous les ans la foule était dense, communiant dans une atmosphère de joie et de partage, inondée de couleurs enchanteresses et de clameurs émerveillées. L’air était si chargé d’iode que j’aurais presque pu le goûter.

J’étais arrivée un peu tard, prise encore une fois par mon travail — cela aurait-il changé quoi que ce soit à ce qui s’est passé, si seulement j’avais été à l’heure ? Continue reading

WWW #24 – Scent – Text #1

Désir et mémoire

par C.L.

Les fêtes de Noël approchaient à grands pas. Affrontant le froid glacial qui sévissait depuis quelques semaines, Axel se leva aux aurores ce matin-là pour prendre le train à la gare Montparnasse et rejoindre sa famille à Bordeaux. Une fois son billet composté, il prit place à l’intérieur du wagon et s’installa confortablement dans son siège en vue de profiter au maximum de la quiétude du voyage et des paysages défilant sous ses yeux.

Une jeune femme d’une vingtaine d’années, aux cheveux noir de jais et à la silhouette fine, s’assit à ses côtés, sans un mot à son égard. Axel ferma les yeux et se laissa envahir par la fragrance aux arômes de musc et de figue qu’elle exhalait. Son esprit se mit à vagabonder et il se surprit à se remémorer des souvenirs qu’il pensait enfouis à jamais. Continue reading