I was out exploring with Venus when I knocked and she opened the door. The night with her had been too short, and there I was—for the third time, the right time. She was just serving a few hungry tourists outside when she suddenly stopped and saw me approaching, at first unsure who that figure... Lees verder →
That morning, I sat down at the table. It was always the same ritual: everyone had their own spot, and my little brother got the same size slices of bread, the same kind of chocolate spread, and the same songs that had to play. I’d heard “Camille” a hundred times by now. We started eating... Lees verder →
Most writers seem like perfectly decent people to me; it’s just that they’re better at expressing themselves in writing than in speech. Still, I can’t shake the feeling that they’re damn hard to live with—they make everything, or at least I do, way too complex, so it takes a long time to get out of... Lees verder →
There were lots and lots of sea monsters and other kinds of mischief that holiday, Together with “Kimberly”, “Trini” and I, we fought against “Rita” and her monsters. My little brother was obsessed with the series “Mighty Morphin Power Rangers”, which his algorithm had recommended to him on the socials. At the seaside, we fought... Lees verder →
Ettelbruck station, the train stops and I get out and call my parents to tell them where I am, their place, back when everything was still fine. I shouldn't have called, they told me not to run away, but to talk. But I don't want to discuss with them, I already know what's going on,... Lees verder →
She has pure brown irises. She wears her long wavy hair as if a gentle breeze would dwell there, as if that is where everything is created. Her gaze sends that pleasant breeze my direction. She sits alone. I sit at a table in the same cafe as her and suck from an empty caffeine... Lees verder →
She’s back. Her eyes look different, like traveling back and forth, didn’t do well. As if the pressure of being in different places at the same time, lingers on. She’s silent. While I explain the grammar of things like past perfect and past continuous. This new language for her. She wants to be in Ukraine,... Lees verder →
Fastfood romantics 