Category: Writing

That same day, she adopted a small black cocker spaniel and a four-year-old. Back home, dread seized her: nothing to feed them, no bed for the boy. Unprepared.

She’d been impulsive, and regretted that the adoption process didn’t protect her better from herself.

They lived happily ever after.

Pierre et Alexandre sont en vacances au bord de la mer. Une femme se noie sous leurs yeux. Le mari semble louche, et la police n’est pas intéressée. Julie, la domestique, se confie à eux. Ils confondent le mari et dénoncent les flics verreux. Après les vacances, retour au boulot!

Le feu brûle dans la cheminée, mais personne n’est là. Dans le silence de la montagne, le chalet d’en face est vide aussi. Il y a de l’eau sur le feu.

C’était un coup monté de main de maître. Durand réussit pourtant à retrouver tous les membres de la secte.

She followed her lover to a strange land where she could neither study nor work. She had no friends, no life, save him.

He left her for another woman. Alone with her lost years and shattered dreams, she died in my arms under a bridge on a cold winter’s night.

She had learned to live with the pain. But when an experimental cure came out, she signed up. It led her into the dirty world of drug testing, doctored results, side-effects and failures that would wake you screaming in the night. She exposed them all and died in peace.

People all knew each other in the village. Visitors were welcomed with a smile, but new residents were eyed with suspicion. It took Richard years to become one of them. Then his dirty secret came out and the whole community collapsed. Richard was finally murdered, but the damage was done.

This is a tale which should never have been told. It lies between those that are told, in the spaces of life where nothing deserving a story ever happens. It will be told though, because the fabric of life is the ordinary rather than the extraordinary. Sometimes, the ordinary surprises.

Megan left John for Steve. Steve left Megan for Judy. Judy left Steve for Robert. Robert left Judy for Nicole. Nicole left Robert for John.

Five broken hearts all in a row.

Thirty years later, three of their children piece the stories together. They discover and destroy the cursed book.

A story needs an ending. Endings can be good or bad, the writer thinks. The best are both or neither.

One day, it comes to her: the perfect ending.

She spends the next ten years writing the story that leads to it.

It’s a huge success. But she’s already dead.

As a teenager, she wonders when she’ll get to kiss a boy. She spends her twenties and thirties watching years and lovers go by, but still no children. Her forties taste of sadness and regrets, opportunities lost and growing solitude. She heads for the mountains to forget about the world.