Stephanie Booth's online ramblings
Les chants d’oiseaux se mêlent aux rires des enfants. La lumière baisse et le silence tombe brutalement sur la ville.
Ils sont de retour.
L’alerte est donnée. Tu enfiles ta combinaison et ton casque, enfermes le chat, et pars rejoindre les tiens l’arme à la main.
La nuit sera longue.
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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. Les plantes ont décidé de la garder. Elles ont faim.
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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, of course.
He left her. Broke her heart.
She died.
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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. Just a smile.
She’d check him out in detail this evening.
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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 life, but not fast enough: a second bullet found him.
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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. “How about a movie tomorrow?” he asked.
She said yes.
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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 solid walls of his world.
He burned the school library down.
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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 all the paintings back. It wasn’t easy, but she managed.
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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 it.
Sally didn’t appreciate, and bit them hard.
They died.
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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 toutes ses paroles d’amour.
Son coeur enfle et il plonge.
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