Autofiction Stories

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

The tale of a slime man, from when he considered himself a human until the day he hopefully regains his sanity.

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

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...

tender is how i've been

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

Une histoire, si on peut appeler ça comme ça, d'une personne qui cherche à survivre dans la vie de tous les jours.

People say i am a good writer, so I am writing. This is a sort of autobiography but at the same time a book so maybe somebody can understand or relate to my hopeless per...

That's the thing about this city: you come here thinking you'll be among the rich and famous, but mostly you run into guys like Steve.

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

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 bro...

Contemporary Writing, Biographies

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

Bah moi je n'ai rien à redire Je ne suis fait que pour relyre

Cécile est une femme mature, mais pas mûre... pleine de rêves, d'illusions, elle se cherche et découvre chaque jour une partie d'elle même... En rencontrant Loïc, Cécile...

Les "bouffées de bonheur" dont certains parents prétendent être envahis à la simple évocation de leur progéniture vous semblent plus que suspectes.

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...

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

One installment in a series that I'm writing about what shaped my Father. Thought we grew up just miles apart, he grew up very different than I did. Somehow, through the...

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