Истории Autofiction

During his graveyard shift at a near-empty hostel, Allen drifts through small tasks and late-night distractions, slowly realizing his life is stuck in place. As dawn approaches, one decision might change everything-or nothing at all. Inspired by true events.

Not everyone will like what they read here - and that's a relief. This isn't a manual; it's a fistfight with the mirror. A slap of clarity for those stuck in the loop of ready-made quotes pretending that's living. I'm not offering truths wrapped in bows - I'm offering cuts. And if you're not ready to bleed a little, maybe stop right here.

Récit où l'on essaie d'en raconter le moins possible. Tentative d'écriture au long cours. L'idée serait de raconter la vie du narrateur à partir des adresses. Il existe peut-être un jeu de mot avec les adresses à vivre..

The winter holidays came, and I was lying in bed, reflecting on my failures and believing that everyone was achieving something except me. Having read Christmas stories, I was waiting for a miracle to come into my life and pull me out of my sadness. Days passed, but there was no magic. Then suddenly an incident happened that changed everything.

Enfant, je faisais des cauchemars. Comme beaucoup. Puis quelqu'un est venu les contenir. Une présence immobile. Silencieuse. Ni protectrice, ni hostile. La Terreur rassurante est un récit autofictif onirique sur le sommeil et cette étrange vérité : parfois, la peur elle-même peut devenir un refuge.

A young boy has his life changed forever when an unexpected event rocks a community.

(Very) short stories about a woman's obsessions.

Contemporary Writing, Biographies

Locked in a room with no way out, a little girl cries for help.

En autofiktiv fortælling om en ung piges turbulent barndom og opvækst.

A woman in her fifties reflects on passages of her life, recalling moments that shaped her journey.

Hi :) You are falling in a world that is not yours, don't torture your brain if it's meaningless, because maybe that's the whole point. Poetically write autofiction, kind of.

Tribulations psychiques d'une jeune femme dans le flou. Plume qui glisse au fil des pensées, la thérapie par la plume.

20 short poems written in English in 2016, for a PechaKucha performance: www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZXa3PJwa7og . They were all inspired by my visual artworks. I looked at some of my drawings and paintings, and listened to the voices overflowing my mind in the process, in a dialogue between my drawing self and my writing self. I sing or speak these poems in improv performances that you can listen at https://soundcloud.com/mezzomonte 20 courts poèmes écrits en anglais en 2016 pour une performance PechaKucha: www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZXa3PJwa7og. Ils ont tous été inspirés par mes travaux visuels. J'ai regardé mes dessins/peintures, et j'ai écouté les voix déborder de mon esprit au cours du processus, dans un dialogue entre mon côté illustrateur et mon côté écrivain. Je chante ou lis ces poèmes lors de performances d'impro, que vous pouvez écouter ici: https://soundcloud.com/mezzomonte

Its a fictional biography of a man who proudly calls himself a womanizer and how he became what he is now today

Hello. This is a story about a girl called Daisy Chain. Except once she was called Poppy. One day, she might be called something else. It is also a story about her brother. He is called Dusk. Once, he was called Maxim. And Maxim is what he will always be. If he hadn't died. Now, Daisy Chain and Dusk are trapped in a room in a strange world, with only one door, only one key, and no-one who wants to use it. This is a story about siblings, about grief, about laughing, about love, both familial and romantic. This is a story about life and death. About how we survive. How we cope. How we thrive. This is a story. It's all about love.

Whimsy is a lonely, fantasy-prone girl who often wonders whether she is from another planet. Determined to make a friend, she sets out to study the strange creatures on the playground. Instead of finding friends, she creates enemies!

### A Memoir --- *This is an autobiographical account, written from memory and old diaries. It contains honest, sometimes painful scenes: shouting, resentments, forgotten tenderness, prejudice, and childhood mistakes. The author shares what she experienced and how it shaped her. These pages are not a manifesto - they are an honest look at the past. Readers who are sensitive to raw scenes and harsh language are advised to keep in mind: this is one person's truth, not a universal statement.*

" Qui étions nous ?" Une question que je me suis toujours demandé.