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A quiet night by Solyme, literature

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A quiet night

He’s asleep. A deep, undisturbed slumber – it’s mind-blowing. Really. She’s sat on him, one knee next to each hip. Naked, but so is he, and in the end, lack of clothes isn’t much of a handicap. She’s staring at him, as she’s been doing for the last 15 minutes. He won’t wake, though if he were alone, or with anyone else, she knows he would. It could be that he trusts her, but that’s not it. They’re both too unstable, too violent to be trusted. Which makes his peaceful sleep all the more incriminating – it means he doesn’t mind if she attacks him, and he’s not so far

A writer's heart by Solyme, literature

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A writer's heart

Perhaps you once gave someone your writer’s heart? Entier, d’un coup. Velcro comme un chardon Vivant sa vie collé au sien « Voici mon coeur, tout tendre, tout neuf, tout plein » Perhaps it withered and died Given to the ones échaudés or that didn’t even care Perhaps it growed and glowed Puis un autre a poussé, à en épuiser le terreau for sure there are many wonderful people out there And a heart can be given only once, but how many can you lose, little writer, before your body tires of wasting its most prized fruit? Passé les récoltes, pe

About a situation by Solyme, literature

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About a situation

There was this pink, frilly thing – I think its name was love, but somewhere along the line, I kind of forgot. Perhaps it was “lust”, or “need”. Anyways. This pink, tiny thing grew old so fast! So fast in fact that I barely had time to aknoledge it before it became this crippled little dirt clinging to me so hard I couldn’t scrape it off. Or could I? Perhaps I took pity on it at some point, against my will, and against the most basic common sense. ... This is ridiculous. I’m writing with a bright pink pen, and this looks so wrong. Should I change that? I’m going to throw it away as soon as I

Clips from a werewolf's life 9 by Solyme, literature

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Clips from a werewolf's life 9

Hand me a chain She honestly couldn't remember the exact time Luba became a satellite of the clan, a regular at the hideout. The girl was annoying at first, what with her weird obsession with making friends, but since she was physically weak and of no real status in the clan, Mich barely paid attention to the human most of the time. However, that girl was clever and for some reason hell bent on befriending her, so she naturally was able to creep her way into Mich's cracked and barb wired heart, inch by inch. They would sit for hours on end, Luba typing away on her computer, doing whatever illegal but challenging self-appointed task she'd c

Clips from a werewolf's life 8 by Solyme, literature

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Clips from a werewolf's life 8

Hallali Hideout She wakes up, scared shitless of some nightmare she can't remember. All her muscles ache with the tension, but fortunately, she hasn't moved a finger; they won't know. Alex shifts in his sleep, but he always does that. On her right, however, Joseph is unnaturally still - his breathing is inaudible, his shoulders tensed. Not that he ever completely relaxes, but she can tell he's listening, and, although he doesn't turn around, they both know he won't let it die. Some rooftop It's been a few days now, and so far she's been able to avoid "The Talk". They barely see each other, with him working the days at the factory and her hau

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Clips from a werewolf's life 6

Days She's exhausted both physically and mentally. The night of the change – and the few days after – are a painful blur she doesn't really care to remember. She recalls having screamed, and cursed, and swore, and bitten, but nothing much. Joseph have talked, but mostly stared. Alex have been sitting in a chair at some point, and then trying to convince his leader to get some rest, or at the very least, to leave the room. She remembers having howled at that, wanting them to stay with her, partly because she was irrationally afraid they wouldn't come back, partly because she wanted Joseph to see her, and to suffer if only a little

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Clips from a werewolf's life 5

So tired ..ake up. Make coffee. Drink it. Exit home. Walk to the factory. Punch in. Work. Work. Work. Work. Wor…Punch out. Walk back home. Make supper. Eat. Shower. Go to bed. Sle... It was Wednesday, 9 o'clock PM, and the sky was a depressing joyful blue. Not a cloud in sight. Bright, shiny fu**ing day. And she was on her way back home after another day spent inside an old building, dipping tiny wood pieces in phosphoric solutions. Hundreds of matches she'd made today, and she didn't felt any sense of achievement for it, as usual. Tomorrow was pay day. She'd take half of it to the pub, buy herself too many drinks and get in a fight.

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A quiet night by Solyme, literature

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Le Lac - That Lake by Solyme, literature

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I speak French, but I learned English at school - hope it's not too annoying for people to read.

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May 16, 2012

Information

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Read a book called "Information is beautiful" the other day. Still don't know what to think of it; Information, thanks to designers and graphic artists, is indeed prettier than an ordnary word-oriented person like me could ever imagine. But at the same time, the information presented was of nebulous origins and dubious accuracy, and quite frankly a bit  vain - anecdotique, in French. And then, the purpose of the book is to show different ways to organize information, so the actual information is not that much relevant. But when will it be? Complex information isn't some Aristotle-esque logic. How can you graphically translate it? And if

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