Tag Archives: fiction

Lessons Part VI

As if my little question about where he lived had stirred something, we started meeting in other places than just the library. We “went public”, and I saw people I knew watch us, and I knew questions would follow… but … Continue reading

Posted in Literature | Tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

Lessons Part V

‘Catherine?’ He stood on the patio, as usual neatly dressed in his usual beige suit. I held my breath… God, what was he beautiful. I had to strain myself to keep hiding behind a cherry tree. ‘Catherine… Where are you, … Continue reading

Posted in Insanity, Literature | Tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

Lessons Part IV

He had called a cab to drive us to the train station. I loaded my small bag proudly into the trunk of the car, and it may have been my imagination but I think he nodded approvingly when he saw … Continue reading

Posted in Literature | Tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

Lessons Part II

When he started teaching me his language, I didn’t even know his name. We never made appointments, we never set hours or targets. It was casual, pleasantly without obligation. I went to the library every day, knowing I would find … Continue reading

Posted in Literature | Tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , | 4 Comments

Lessons Part I (QP’s first attempt at meaningful fiction)

This story is called “Lessons” for many reasons. It is deeply personal in a way, and writing it was very therapeutic. I simply post the first part, if you appreciate it I will post more. If not, I won’t bother … Continue reading

Posted in Literature | Tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , | 6 Comments

Excerpt from the Torture Book: To Mess With Wrong People

This is an excerpt from my personal “Torture Book”. I write in it to relax and for other, more pleasant purposes. This one was written “in honor” of a girl called Andrea, that really got me started back at the … Continue reading

Posted in Insanity, Literature | Tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , | 8 Comments