Eric knew he was being carried. His feet weren’t touching the floor, his wrists and ankles were tied to the chair he was sitting on, and he felt the pair of arms on holding the arms on each side. He was blindfolded and the place smelled of fresh paint. There was no other sound and … More A conversation – short story – Part III
Cette phrase m’irrite. Extrêmement. Un peu trop d’ailleurs. Quand j’entends quelqu’un dire cette phrase quelque peu sinistre, pour ne pas dire triste, j’ai simplement envie de dire « sérieux » ? Tu n’arrives pas à trouver quelqu’un ? Tu n’arrives pas à trouver une seule personne ? Mathématiquement parlant, cette phrase qui fait référence aux relations romantiques, n’a aucun sens. … More « JE N’ARRIVE PAS À TROUVER QUELQU’UN… »
Let’s start with something extremely basic and absolute; we are all different. You will never find a copy of yourself anywhere, physically and especially not psychologically. Identical twins, the quintessential example of homogeneity, because their DNA is identical to the last strand, end up being different people psychologically because no one can go through the … More BEING YOURSELF CAN SOMETIMES BE COSTLY.
The THC was hitting his brain incredibly hard. Eric hadn’t realized how stressed he had been. Was it the long week that had just ended or the stressful conversation he had with Lina? Perhaps a mix of both situations. So, instead of stressing further, he took a puff, his fourth, inhaled every ounce of smoke … More A conversation – short story – Part II
Mon texte concerne les Burundais et Burundaises mais il pourrait être traduit dans toutes les langues du monde et s’appliquer au monde entier car le sujet est universel. Mes frères Burundais et mes sœurs Burundaises, permettez-moi de vous dire une vérité intemporelle; vous avez un devoir moral de connaître votre propre histoire. Je vous prie … More BURUNDAIS ET BURUNDAISES, APPRENEZ VOTRE HISTOIRE!
The restaurant lights were dimmed to near darkness. The atmosphere was purposefully intimate. There was a warmth that felt right. Eric got there 15 minutes early and sat at a table way in the back of the restaurant. Lina got there at 8pm, sharp, as precise as an alarm. He got up to greet her … More A conversation – short story – part I
It’s about time I talked about haters. I find the subject tremendously funny, entertaining, and finally, sad. I know when people talk about “haters”, it usually says more about them than their alleged “haters”. Please notice I put the word hater in parentheses because I know people use it in a misguided way. Perhaps the … More YOU DO NOT HAVE ANY “HATERS”!
Le but de chaque « artiste » et surtout de tout écrivain, est d’être compris. Je partage mes écrits car j’ai quelque chose à dire et je désire être compris, mais je ne veux aucunement faire l’unanimité. Ce dernier détail de taille fait que je sois souvent perçu comme arrogant, orgueilleux, hautain, imbu de moi-même et portant … More LA PERCEPTION, CE POIDS SUBJECTIF.
Well, the title says it all. This my 300th text. That is an arbitrary milestone but a milestone, nonetheless. This the 300th text I am publishing on my blog. 300 texts. I went back and looked at the texts. I got 6 short fictional stories and 294 essays, in English and French. Let’s do a … More THIS IS TEXT NUMBER 300.
Well, we went from December 31st to January 1st like any other regular day. We simply went from Friday to Saturday. Nothing changed, really. The coronavirus is still as vivacious and imposing as ever, winter is still thriving in my part of the world, the sun still rises from the east and sets in the … More SO, A NEW YEAR HAS DAWNED…
Freeman Binagana 