Monthly Archives: March 2009

Ce qu’elle voulait plus que tout, c’était raconter des histoires. Des histoires qui feraient rêver, ou bien qui feraient peur. Des histoires mystérieuses ou intrigantes, qui emporteraient leur lecteur très loin de son monde à lui. Hélas, nulle histoire ne … Continue reading →

John pushed his glasses back up his long nose and looked at the obviously fake document. “Where did you get this?” “Clearing the attic,” replied Mr. Wilson. A bullet shattered the window and killed Mr. Wilson. John ran for his … Continue reading →

Chris gently took her hand, under the table. She caught her breath and a smile flickered upon her lips, as she kept chatting with the others. They stole a few glances during the evening, shy fingers entwined. Time to leave. … Continue reading →

Her words led him through worlds beyond his dreams, and then dropped him roughly back onto his bed. Ouch! that wasn’t very nice! He reached for another book — but none of them would open up a door in the … Continue reading →

She never thought that changing all the paintings on the walls would break the house’s heart. For starters, she hadn’t realised the house had a heart, or that it could be broken. She loved the house, however, so she got … Continue reading →

Sally crept up towards the light, ears alert and nose twitching. The smell was strange too. It moved, though, which meant it could be eaten. In the area, sightings of a luminous fox were reported. They set off to capture … Continue reading →

Quelque chose vient caresser la main qu’il a trempée dans l’étang. Il l’aperçoit, là, dans l’eau près d’un gros caillou. Elle est minuscule, les yeux verts comme la forêt et les cheveux d’or. Elle chante, pour lui, et il comprend … Continue reading →

Tes pieds nus caressent la montagne. Ton corps se couvre de mousse, tes cheveux fleurissent, et sur tes doigts devenus pousses de sapin chante une mésange. Grimpe, mon ange, toujours plus haut. Les forêts se réveillent et t’accompagnent. Bientôt tu … Continue reading →

Tu entends l’eau de la neige qui fond. Bientôt les crocus chanteront dans les pâturages. Tu marcheras pieds nus dans la montagne et ton corps nacré se couvrira doucement de mousse. Tu t’endormiras au pied d’un grand sapin qui t’enveloppera … Continue reading →