Mealtime in the community

Posted on 22/06/2015 by markrowancropper

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Sat at the table, Brbr’s thoughts on Dvd’s situation were succeeded by an image of Grhm, the fraternum’s most recently acquired member, a handsome blond 18-year old young man. She looked up to the others, who had been at the table with her for some time, heads bowed, and closed her eyes to find the image once more of Grhm. She saw him standing, stark and alone. Flowing and wrapping up, and over and around him, were silk-like veils of yellow, orange and red and gentle, whispered voices. Brbr and the others became aware of his entering the room and opened their eyes. Continue reading →

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Hotel 7

Posted on 13/06/2015 by calev2

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La lluvia, acumulada en el tejado, golpea algo metálico en su camino hacia el suelo del patio. El sonido me hace pensar en un tambor tocado con un solo palillo. El ritmo a veces es rápido y otras es lento, según la intensidad del chaparrón. Ese ruido recurrente me irrita cuando me mantiene despierto por las noches, pero hoy lo he estado escuchando mientras cenaba un bocadillo. Una melodía desafinada se componía junto a los silbidos del viento y algunas bocinas. Me pregunto si alguien aparte de mí le prestaba atención.

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Now I lay me down to sleep

Posted on 09/06/2015 by gaelle6

Sterrebeek Moon

My name is Victor and I am 11 years old.

I live in a place that is full of strange noises at night.

My mum says it’s because our house is old and full of cracks that let the midnight wind slip in and shake things up…but I have always believed there is something more to it than that. So one night I decided to get to the bottom of it. This is the story of that night….

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Birds of a feather

Posted on 29/05/2015 by writingbrussels

Raven Flock

„So what are we then?“ Jack asked, his black eyes glimmering like a bonfire at dawn.

„Well, ravens!“ Johnny replied. He was the most senior in this group of three. Normally he led a whole flock at the Cimetiere d’Ixelles. But today he had the day off.

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Un étrange passager

Posted on 25/05/2015 by Yves

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« Vos billets, s’il vous plaît » demande l’accompagnatrice du train à un passager tranquillement assis sur une des banquettes.  Tout au long de la journée, et avec les réflexes de gens rompus à ce genre d’exercice, elle défile sans relâche à travers le long convoi.  D’arrière en avant, puis d’avant en arrière et ainsi de suite.  « C’est sûr qu’il faut être sacrément physionomiste pour exercer ce genre de métier », se surprend-elle parfois à penser : il lui faut en effet mémoriser en permanence les visages des gens déjà contrôlés tout en identifiant sans erreur les nouveaux venus à bord du train : tout un art.  Son instinct ne l’avait pas trompée et c’est effectivement un nouveau passager, et qui lui présente un abonnement parfaitement en règle.  Elle continue sa tournée et se désole un peu plus de cette monotonie.

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