Children of the République – 01 – De l’autre côté du miroir

J’ai rampé. Epuisé. Lessivé. J’ai rampé jusqu’à mon lit en espérant trouver dans les bras de mon compagnon, une chaleur réconfortante. Je me suis glissé sous les couvertures et me suis lové contre son corps. Il était cinq heures du matin et je venais d’assister à la défaite du bon sens : Un fasciste à la… Read more »

Children of the République – 01- If you don’t see them, they don’t see you

I crawled. Exhausted. Devastated. Back to bed… It was five in the morning and I snuggled against my partner, hoping his warmth would ease the pain. I had just watched something I couldn’t fathom: the orange muppet I had been rolling my eyes at for the most part of a year had just been elected… Read more »

42 – October 2013

Snoozing was just not going to cut it anymore, I would have to open my eyes and face the harsh reality of another day. As I was lying there, unwilling, I saw my entire day flashing before my eyes. I knew what every single minute of the day was going to be like. I would… Read more »

The Gospel of Jerome – Realization 1:2

‘There are two kinds of people in the world’ is a phrase I’ve been hearing a lot lately, a phrase thrown every which way to express one’s perspective on the world and which is often misused if not misguided. But there are, indeed, two types of people in the world: those who have had children… Read more »

The Gospel of Jerome – Realization 1:1

When we look at someone we jump at a particular set of conclusions and I, narrow-minded pretentious know-it-all, do very much the same as everyone else: I judge people. I judge people on appearances, on the clothes on their back and on their grooming habits. When I see a muscular man whose tight-fitting tank top… Read more »

Happy Ending 3:3 – The Wedding – September 2013

I would have never believed that when I welcomed 2013 in the misty miserableness of gloom galore, I would be standing where I am right now. My hands are sweating, I can barely breathe. I keep looking at my mum; she is tearing up and is trying her best to compose herself. She is the… Read more »

Manners Quest – June 2013

As the train entered the station, I got up, knowing fully what was to happen next. But this time I wasn’t having any of it. This time I was ready, ready to stand up for what was right, ready to fight for peace and order, for decency, for queen and country; ready – I tell… Read more »

Amour à la French – February 2013

L’amour… This je-ne-sais-quoi that brings joie de vivre and raison d’être ; an oeuvre of lèse majesté against reason, a collage of cliché, a nuance palette, par excellence, of avant-garde romanticism. When a bel esprit starts to gaffe, to volte-face, cherchez la femme! On meeting la jolie au courant in her bouffant beige blouson and béret,… Read more »

Fiches de Lecture – Nouveaux Auteurs

  Voici les deux critiques que j’ai reçu du comité de lecture des Nouveaux Auteurs pour le Prix du Premier Roman d’Yann Queffelec pour mon roman intitulé Je pardonne à l’enfant. Note global: 7.75 Fiche de Lecture numéro 1  Son résumé: Une famille qui paraît « banale » dans une campagne « banale » et… Read more »

The End is Nigh 1:2 – November 2012

Blacking out is, to some, a rite of passage that turns a boy into a man. I’ve never been a heavy drinker, never finding binging that appealing to start with but rites of passage are what they are and you cannot escape them. I remember an American blockbuster, The Hangover, where a bachelor party wakes… Read more »

Summer trilogy – The Night Before… 2:3 – August 2012

It’s been three days since the intervention during which my friends took over my life and decided to get me laid against my will. Pride is in full swing. There isn’t a single corner of the city left to the breeders; I wonder where they’ve gone. My living room has become the HQ of operations…. Read more »

No tienes abuela! – May 2012

One of my neighbour is a dear old lady of 86; born in Seville, she moved to Madrid at the sweet and tender age of 17 (filled with dreams of the big city, imagining she would wear fancy dresses and go to balls) to be with her husband (a man ten years her elder) and… Read more »

GULAg – The unforseen episode

The writing team behind this early Easter Special would like to point out that this episode was supposed to air at Christmas time as part of an effort to bring everyone’s Christmas spirit to an all-time low. However, their main character felt that hope (a word we write with spite) was still a viable option… Read more »

What a drag (Pun intended) – Jan 2010

Sex deprived due to a selfish Papa Noel who kept my present (A 6 ft tall Dutchman) to himself and gloomy at the thought of having only two years left to live (Haven’t you seen 2012?) I welcomed 2010 in pyjamas on my balcony; looking at drunken Spaniards stuffing their faces with grapes. Standing there,… Read more »

Epilogue

J’étais bien au chaud. Confortablement installé, j’avais tout ce que l’on peut rêver et ne désirais rien de plus au monde que de rester là. Là où le monde ne me voyait pas. Où je n’étais qu’un concept, qu’une idée encore, pas très tangible. Je restais sans bouger, me balançant de droite à gauche. Nage… Read more »

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    Pink or Red? – Oct 2008

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    Standing on a rooftop ledge in nothing more than my underwear, the wind freezing my bones to their very core and the snow forming a second skin on my bare flesh; I looked up at the Heavens and screamed at the Gods. Out of nowhere, the Dreamgirls started blasting in my eardrums that all you… Read more »