The book of John Doe
The desert offers no apology for its silence. Hours pass beneath the blazing eye of the sun, and each night the crow returns. Continue Reading
Author: soyjuanma86
Pisarz – szósta część
Jestem pisarzem, więc czasami się zastanawiam jak mówi się to samo w różnych językach Czy na przykład „trzęsienie ziemi” po japońsku to: Po co mi ta chata? A po hiszpańsku: Daj, wal mi to. A po polsku: Wali mi to.… Continue Reading
The book of John Doe
The desert stretches ahead like a vast, indifferent sea. Day after day you ride, pushing through heat and wind that scrape at your skin like invisible claws. Continue Reading
The Royal Nightingale- short story
A young woman stood in front of a mirror framed in brass and took a deep breath.“You can do this. You’re the best. You’ve waited for this your whole life,” she tried to convince herself. Today was the day she… Continue Reading
Karma on wheels – short story
It was a sunny morning. Amanda was getting ready for work, just like she did every day. She put on her long black dress and trainers, grabbed her favourite cappuccino, and threw a book into her bag. Continue Reading
L’Association des Saints Indignés (Récit tragicomique sur des gens qui ont fait quelque chose de bien par hasard)
ils ont cessé d’être uniquement eux-mêmes contre les autres, pour devenir des gens ensemble, ne serait-ce que par accident. Continue Reading
The book of John Doe
The desert night is long and heavy with unease. The magus remains silent, his gaze steady across the fire Continue Reading
The book of John Doe
The first light of dawn barely touches the dunes when you and your guide slip away from the mercenary camp Continue Reading
Forever Us- short story
Ella always started her day by making the coffee. Continue Reading
The book of John Doe
Your heart pounds like a war drum, but your feet hold firm.
—I’m not leaving,— you say.
Robert blinks, stunned. —What? Continue Reading