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Intimate Stories

Dreams, fears and hopes of common and extra-ordinary people. Writing intimate stories means digging into the hidden worlds of the characters, giving voice to their unexpressed feelings and shadowy sides.

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Intimate stories Collection

    Someone is waiting for you

Written by Lara

The right atmosphere would have been the one that only a piano could have created. And maybe, why not? A violin, a viola, an electric guitar and drums would have been a perfect addition.
Or, perhaps, it was just that it was the right atmosphere: the lapping of the waves, the gulls in the sky, the footsteps of... [READ THE STORY]

    Bliss or curse

Written by Lara

"Ready? It's your turn." The band was being ushered onto the stage after what seemed an endless wait.
They were waiting backstage. The cheers of the audience could be heard, their voices as one with the singer during the refrain. A last shout of delirium before the last notes of the song lost in the air... [READ THE STORY]


    The promise

Written by Lara

Total silence. The snow falls softly, but incessantly. A white blanket has already covered the entire neighborhood. It's very cold. A few lights illuminate the roads which lead to the houses. Total silence.
A door is opened with violence. Shouts. Loud noises fill the silent air.
- Bitch! Do what I told you if you don't want me to... [ READ THE STORY]


    Universe

Written by Lara

The soft blue blanket became rough and unpleasant to the touch.
Curled on the bed, the eyes fixed on the door opposite to her, a hand in her lap, the other one gripped to that piece of sky without life.
That sense of dissatisfaction she initially felt, little by little crept into her mind, into her ordinary life... [ READ THE STORY]


    Harness your cart to a star

Written by Lara

Harness your cart to a star.
That summer had been the most torrid one I can remember. Every summer, unfailingly, the town was burnt by thousands of little fires which developed here and there, without warning, because of bad luck and because sometimes human stupidity can reach... [ READ THE STORY]

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