The Cheesiest Kiss

A few weeks ago, around 2:00 am, on the way from one bar to another, I stopped on the side of the street to talk to some strangers that seem like nice people. What are you guys doing tonight? Among them, there was one boy that wasn't scared of me. Well, he was quite drunk,…

Boy Meets Writer Girl

The boy loved her writings and wanted to know about who she really is. He wrote her a letter, introduced himself and started being e-friends. For a very long time, they only texted each other online. The beginning was promising: lots of flirting, excitement to get a text, curiosity, and many missing pieces in the…

The Egg Story

You were on your way home when you died. It was a car accident. Nothing particularly remarkable, but fatal nonetheless. You left behind a wife and two children. It was a painless death. The EMTs tried their best to save you, but to no avail. Your body was so utterly shattered you were better off,…

Don’t Talk About Sex During Dinner

Our generation has less sex than our grandparents' and that's because we can talk about it more than we will ever put in practice. I never talked to my parents about sex. I barely talked about sex with anybody until I was far away from home and anyone who could judge me. During all this…

The Way We Meet

You are really something. The things you’ve done, the places you’ve been, the people you’ve met… oh boy, the memories you’ve collected! You’ve been a nomad, a traveler, an Amazon, a rider, a storyteller. People tell you that you are ballsy, self-confident, courageous, daring... But then you are also insecure, emotional, needy, dramatic and so on and…

Perfect Sunday Morning

She was half asleep when he came with coffee and French croissants, her favorite. It was one of those mornings when she was smiling over a good feeling about life. It was his first time in this apartment, but he knew exactly where the coffee cups are and how to get himself comfortable in the room's window.…

Message In A bottle

I am not 21. I am not even 27... Probably by now you know how old I am and whatever you think it has a “damn” in it. No, pretty sure it’s more like a “Daaaaaaamn!” Damn what? Damn, girl, you don’t look like? Damn, aren’t you old for this shit? Damn, you don’t sound…