Salut. Je vais pas faire trop long, je vais juste promouvoir un livre que j'écris et qui se nomme " L'amour à 16 ans " C'est l'historie d'une ado qui entre au lycée et qui voit sa vie évoluer tellement vite qu'elle en a peur. L'amour vient toquer à sa porte, ainsi que les embrouilles amoureuses. Cette histoire a une part de réalité, et j'en témoigne car c'est la mienne. Je devrais peut-être la nommer "Mon journal" N'hésitez pas à me lancer votre avis sur le premier chapitre ;-)
3 April 14, 2023, 16:31 0I stare into the darkness, trying to remember where I am. I can just make out a stained ceiling above me. A thin stream of light is coming through nearby window blinds. Then it hits me: it's Blue's ceiling; Blue's window; Blue's bedroom. I fell asleep in here on Blue's bed as he sang to me. When I turn my head, I can just make him out, stretched on the floor. He's tossing and turning, crying out in his sleep… (excerpt from Tangled Up in Blue. Read it free here on Inkspired.)
6 October 24, 2023, 11:55 3I don’t need to look at my 12-string Gibson as I start the haunting intro riff of “Comrade in Arms.” That song, like all of Bryson’s songs, is embedded in my fingertips. But I look down anyway, staring not at the strings but at the words scrawled in Sharpie on the worn mahogany body of the guitar: Monti, Cunny, Hud. Heroes of Hell’s Highway, Lameass Singers. I know better than to look at those names; I know the memories—the nightmares—it’ll stir up…(excerpt from Tangled Up in Blue)
7 October 25, 2023, 11:45 1"Sorry to interrupt this estrogen infusion," Blue drawls. "But I just want to ask you one more time—" "Yes, Blue," I interrupt, turning my Swiftie playlist back up, "I am absolutely certain it's okay with my grandmother that you come for Thanksgiving. She's totally fine with it." Okay, that's a lie. She is so not fine with it. But I told her I wouldn't come if she didn't allow me to bring Blue. I need him with me… (Excerpt from Tangled Up in Blue. Read it free here on Inkspired.)
5 October 21, 2023, 13:41 1When I met him, he became my safe space. In his arms my heart doesn’t skip a beat it actually starts to slow down. When he touches me, I instantly feel safe and that he will keep me protected at all times. His arms is where I never want to leave. When I’m around him I feel like I’m floating like waves crashing against the pebbles and walls in the ocean. In his arms is where I feel the safest. I hate when he leaves because In his arms is where I want to live forever and never be without.His Arms.
9 June 23, 2023, 01:49 0Hard drilling machinery, similar to huge mosquitoes sucking up blood from its prey, it's precious gold' For David, the usual bloody sunrise was not a surprising event for him. He got ready for another day at his favourite scheduled day. Under the scorching sun, humidity made it hard to pump up this liquid gold during summer, so activities moved to the later part of fall, before the big freeze, where the cold temperatures freeze the many layers turning drilling of the ground harder to perform.
6 January 29, 2024, 20:08 0Hard drilling machinery, similar to huge mosquitoes sucking up blood from its prey, it's precious gold' For David, the usual bloody sunrise was not a surprising event for him. He got ready for another day at his favourite scheduled day. Under the scorching sun, humidity made it hard to pump up this liquid gold during summer, so activities moved to the later part of fall, before the big freeze, where the cold temperatures freeze the many layers turning drilling of the ground harder to perform.
6 January 29, 2024, 20:08 0Hard drilling machinery, similar to huge mosquitoes sucking up blood from its prey, it's precious gold' For David, the usual bloody sunrise was not a surprising event for him. He got ready for another day at his favourite scheduled day. Under the scorching sun, humidity made it hard to pump up this liquid gold during summer, so activities moved to the later part of fall, before the big freeze, where the cold temperatures freeze the many layers turning drilling of the ground harder to perform.
6 January 29, 2024, 20:08 0Hard drilling machinery, similar to huge mosquitoes sucking up blood from its prey, it's precious gold' For David, the usual bloody sunrise was not a surprising event for him. He got ready for another day at his favourite scheduled day. Under the scorching sun, humidity made it hard to pump up this liquid gold during summer, so activities moved to the later part of fall, before the big freeze, where the cold temperatures freeze the many layers turning drilling of the ground harder to perform.
6 January 29, 2024, 20:08 0Being with Amelia, the one I love, has consumed my thoughts ever since I first saw her ethereal silhouette under the moonlight by the lakeside. She, a sylph with hair as dark as midnight and eyes reflecting cosmic depths, belonged to a realm beyond my own. Yet, as a mortal man, I found myself irresistibly drawn into her otherworldly vortex. And somehow, against nature's laws and fate's odds, we managed to unite, forging a love as potent as it was improbable.
7 August 07, 2023, 13:11 1Being with Amelia, the one I love, has consumed my thoughts ever since I first saw her ethereal silhouette under the moonlight by the lakeside. She, a sylph with hair as dark as midnight and eyes reflecting cosmic depths, belonged to a realm beyond my own. Yet, as a mortal man, I found myself irresistibly drawn into her otherworldly vortex. And somehow, against nature's laws and fate's odds, we managed to unite, forging a love as potent as it was improbable.
7 August 07, 2023, 13:11 1A girl asked a boy if she was pretty, he said "No". She asked him if he wanted to be with her forever, he said "No". Then she asked him if he would cry if she walked away. he said "No". She had heard enough; she needed to leave. As she walked away he grabbed her arm and told her to stay. He said "You're not pretty, you're beautiful. I don't want to be with you forever, I need to be with you forever. And I wouldn't cry if you walked away. I would die."
12 September 10, 2020, 13:44 0~ Love. Amor. Amore. One word, that slipped from my lips. But only your hands on my hips Was enough to let it. Love. Turned into Hatred. Odio. Détester. Slipped easier from my lips than thought. Time. Time is all that you bought Us by staying A walking disaster. A matter of minutes till you tear Your hands away from my hips And see the tear catching on my lips. A tear that has meant a year. Of pain Heartbreak Fights Regain Of consciousness To see the fake. It was all it would take. ~
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