Young Love His lips on hers, her lips on his. Their kiss was full of youth, full of love, and full of joy. Slowly they stepped backwards, feeling the tingle on their lips. They opened their eyes, which had been closed during the embrace and slowly raised their looks. Sparkling eyes of lovers met. Their … Continue reading Young Love
Before going into retirement Mr. P. took a job as a Parisian taxi driver. He knew when he decided to pursue this profession that when retirement would come, his life would not be a joy ride. But life as a taxi driver is no joy ride either. He told himself that as a taxi driver … Continue reading The Taxi Driver
Fontaine de l'Etoile de Montaigu In the heart of the French kings' hunting grounds one can, under contrition to keep the eyes and spirit open, come across a magical fountain or spring. It is the Fountaine de l'Étoile de Montaigu or in English: Fountain of the Montague Star. Already the name is rich in beauty and fuels imagination... … Continue reading Fontaine de l’Étoile de Montaigu or The Fountain of Love a short story
"Why can I not reach you? Why are you closing yourself off to me?" he asked. "I am sorry, I don't want to be this cold towards you." she replied with a fragile voice. "Where has all your strength gone? I see you as such a strong ..." his words trailed off, as he saw … Continue reading The invisible scar – #BlogBattle
The key settled at the bottom of the Seine. Amongst so many others, that were already rusting away. At the same time the young lovers on the bridge were locked in a deep kiss. Each one still holding an open hand over the railing. They had decided to lock in their love and throw away the … Continue reading Locked love in Paris
In the dark her phone chimed. Goodnight my love. The text read. I love you too. She typed back before definitely sinking into her pillows for the night. Her boyfriend of almost a year now was not next to her, he was far away starting into the new day and not into the night. But … Continue reading Long Distance – #BlogBattle
I knew that I found myself deep inside the catacombs of a dream. How did I know you will ask? Well I woke up in the morning, stressed, running from an unknown evil through these dirty and dangerous streets. You can imagine my relief when my mom said it was time to rise and shine just like … Continue reading In my head – #BlogBattle
I have developed a fish like skin and lifestyle. But I am not a mermaid, no those are far more beautiful creatures than we.
His beloved mechanical watch, had lost it's hands, it was dead, no longer ticking.
Her charcoal hair is cropped short, a pixie cut, I think it's called. Her skin is pale as snow, and her lips are red as blood. Her appearance makes me think of the description of snow white.