Autofiction Stories

tender is how i've been

(Very) short stories about a woman's obsessions.

Its a fictional biography of a man who proudly calls himself a womanizer and how he became what he is now today

20 short poems written in English in 2016, for a PechaKucha performance: www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZXa3PJwa7og . They were all inspired by my visual artworks. I looked at...

" Qui étions nous ?" Une question que je me suis toujours demandé.

A woman in her fifties reflects on passages of her life, recalling moments that shaped her journey.

Trapped in the ruins of a dying mall, Virat lights his last cigarette. With each inhale, time bends, pulling him back into the echoes of his past. Regrets, choices, and...

« Mes Elles » est une autofiction dans laquelle je relate avec humour mon quotidien, celui-ci étant conditionné par mes relations particulières avec les femmes. Je n'ai...

Cécile est une femme mature, mais pas mûre... pleine de rêves, d'illusions, elle se cherche et découvre chaque jour une partie d'elle même... En rencontrant Loïc, Cécile...

Hi :) You are falling in a world that is not yours, don't torture your brain if it's meaningless, because maybe that's the whole point. Poetically write autofiction, k...

That's the thing about this city: you come here thinking you'll be among the rich and famous, but mostly you run into guys like Steve.

During his graveyard shift at a near-empty hostel, Allen drifts through small tasks and late-night distractions, slowly realizing his life is stuck in place. As dawn app...

Les "bouffées de bonheur" dont certains parents prétendent être envahis à la simple évocation de leur progéniture vous semblent plus que suspectes.

125000 divorces en une année, c'est 125000 drames. Parmi eux, celui d'Abby. A 12 ans, son insouciance s'évanouit soudainement et doit alors dire adieu à son enfance. Ce...

Fragments of inner life turned into something that walks and breathes in the quiet corners of someone else's memory.

One installment in a series that I'm writing about what shaped my Father. Thought we grew up just miles apart, he grew up very different than I did. Somehow, through the...

The winter holidays came, and I was lying in bed, reflecting on my failures and believing that everyone was achieving something except me. Having read Christmas stories...

The tale of a slime man, from when he considered himself a human until the day he hopefully regains his sanity.

Bah moi je n'ai rien à redire Je ne suis fait que pour relyre

Tribulations psychiques d'une jeune femme dans le flou. Plume qui glisse au fil des pensées, la thérapie par la plume.