Freak Show

Not exactly love stories.

Blood

It’s Friday. It’s cold and rainy. The air smells like winter and the hot coffee smells like you want to curl up on the sofa with a good book and a black, purring cat.

Alissa

Alissa woke up in a very good mood. She put on a dress she had never worn before and she had a nice breakfast in the kitchen.

My Story With G.

“Write a story about me! But do me justice!” G. demanded one day.

The Last Condom

The day started early, with a long ride to the beach, while craving for coffee and reading “A Yellow Raft In Blue Water”, an amazing book she had found in the garbage room of the building where a

The Cheating

My new boyfriend is in the shower. It is a quiet evening. My apartment smells like homemade lasagna, laundry detergent and sex. Domestic bliss is in the air.

Lost

I wish I were the child of a Thai, sad prostitute and a Greek, shameless, sailor.

Defeated

The walls are white and so is the ceiling. I can guess the sunshine and the blue sky through the grey shades.