Nelly Zerbib
Stories (2/0)
No More Ringing
Ananas slowly trudged into her extravagant Haussmannian apartment in the 8th arrondissement in Paris. As she anxiously took off her muddy light-up Minnie Mouse sneakers, she noticed just how high the smooth ceilings were. She wondered if she would ever be tall enough to lick them. They would taste like cheese, she decided. Maybe camembert, maybe gouda. At only five years old, she often impressed her family’s friends with her extensive knowledge of Foods For The Rich.
By Nelly Zerbib3 years ago in Fiction
Hear the City Scream
Phoenix dreaded sleeping. Every night, when his body went still and his mind began to roam, he was transported to a barren field enclosed by a 30 feet tall fence made of electric barbed wire. A middle-aged woman with messy locks of ash-blonde hair was staring at him, frantically mouthing something.
By Nelly Zerbib3 years ago in Fiction