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Formation SAWI: Spécialiste en médias sociaux et communautés en ligne.
Rédactrice en chef et auteur
Quote Me- "Time flies and the photos I’ve taken get left behind."
- "People always think getting dressed is about putting clothes on. It’s not. It’s a spell..."
- "I was outside, and the rain and the fog smelled nice. They smelled of hope, I think. They smelled..."
- "On apprend toujours mieux de ses propres erreurs que de celles des autres."
- "It’s like watching a train wreck and hanging around to see if there are going to be any..."
Tag Archives: Creative
Végétation
Elle peut à peine ouvrir la porte tellement les plantes ont poussé chez elle depuis la veille. Elle se fraie un chemin à travers la jungle avec le couteau de cuisine qu’elle garde dans son sac. Elle ne ressortira pas. … Continue reading
The Hotel by the Sparkling Sea
After a long dusty drive across the desert, we have finally reached the sparkling sea. The coast is bordered by a wall of stone. A real road runs beside it. It’s beautiful. I take photos, cursing myself for not taking … Continue reading
Lies
She had lied a lot. To everybody who was important to her. Then she had run away. She changed her name in shame, tried to start afresh. She continued lying. Habits die hard. She lied to the man she loved, … Continue reading
The Key
She had forgotten what she had come here to forget, whiskey upon whiskey. The door opened. Three men stormed in. “You must help us!” they cried. “Go back home, I can’t even help myself. I’m just a miserable drunk!” One … Continue reading
Des histoires
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
He kept checking his iPhone on the bus
He kept checking his iPhone on the bus. A little compulsive, maybe. She took out her Poken and dangled it in front of her — an invitation. He looked at her, took his out, and they connected without a word. … Continue reading
John pushed his glasses back up
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
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
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
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
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