I love writing strange stories, with strange characters.
I'm french but I enjoy writing in english as well.
I hope you'll like my work :)
Hey K., hey B., hey everyone.
It’s been a few days now. You know, I miss you. We haven’t been in each other’s life for a long time, and yet, you had such an impact. You became one of my best friends, my confident. Those types of friendship are rare, and I’m glad that we shared it. The end was… sudden and rough. You left a big hole behind you, but I don’t blame you, of course not. You were one of the strongest people I had the chance to meet. I had the privilege to see a tiny bit of your true feelings, the way you saw the world that scared you so much, but you still had an incredible will to live, you were filled with love and memes, you went through hell, and you became such an unhinged angel.
A fucked-up biography
Hi. My name is Morgan, born in 1992. I’m French, mom of an eleven years old wonderful human. I’m a massage therapist and I live in Canada. Seems simple, right? But it’s not. Dear lord. My life has always been a stupid shit show, almost surreal at time, and lately it’s been way worse.
The fairy in the forest
The little fairy was wandering in the woods. It was a young forest with thin tree, and it was kind of disappointing to her: the fairy looked young, but she was old. Her magic was fading away and taking care of a young tree would drain her, for nothing.
- Top Story - June 2022
What do you like to eat in summer and why is it ice-cream?Top Story - June 2022
Dear ice-cream, I missed you so much. I know we had a rough time those past months. A cousin of yours was all over the place and we did not meet that much. I missed you. I missed all your tastes and variations, all your colours and presentations. Like every year, as soon as the sun comes back, you are the only thing I crave. Your existence itself is a cure for seasonal depression. Some say it is some kind of vitamin that I miss, but deeply I know it is you and only you.
Yoran and the innkeeper dragon
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley of the Rain. But since they came back, people had to deal with their presence. Dragons were fine craft-mans and merchants. Their ability to fly allowed them to reach the heights of the mountains, so they could bring rare rocks and plants and even weird animals with shiny skins. Despite everything they had to offer, most of the time, commoners considered them like stupid beasts. Everything a bit different was a monster in the eyes of men anyway. Although dragon mostly lived in caves, some had cozy houses, pretty like ours, but they were made of rocks. As I said, they were beasts. Intelligent, peaceful ones, but they had… emotions. Negotiations could be harsh for furniture. At least, dragons were not bellicose, which allowed our weird way of life.