Roxanne-Lou AMINIAN

“The Accident” by Roxanne-Lou AMINIAN

Submitted to Contest #255

The road twisted wildly between his headlights, the tortured tires echoing their painful cries through the valley with each curve. He drove nervously, which was understandable. It wasn’t just that he wanted to—it was that he needed to. He had argued on the phone with Sophie again, and now, instead of meeting her as planned, he was heading home at four in the morning after dropping off a client in the countryside. He accelerated further. The BMW, indifferent to its tires, growled and played along. He vaguely knew that he associated his car wi...

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“Annoyance” by Roxanne-Lou AMINIAN

Submitted to Contest #204

The train sped through the darkness. Through the window, the plains of the West, frozen in the great white embrace of winter, shimmered under a round moon. The biting cold from outside did not spare the compartment, and I shivered, frustrated that the railways, after so many years, had not resolved this issue. At one point, breaking my solitude, the door creaked, announcing the presence of a short, stout man wearing a ridiculous bowler hat.- What a bitter cold, it's unimaginable! Can you believe that the temperature inside the entire car doe...

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“Misunderstanding” by Roxanne-Lou AMINIAN

Welcome amongst us, foreigner! Ah, ah! I can see the surprise in your eyes; you've traveled a long way to what must seem like the end of the world, and after so much adventures you've finally stumbled upon someone who speaks your language. Ah, ah, ah! But pull yourself together, foreigner, there is no mystery to it. A long time ago, a man like you arrived here: tall, white, blond, blue eyes and a shaggy beard. He carried his faith for his god as his only baggage. You know, we around here are not difficult, and we hold no animosity towards an...

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“Perfect Crime” by Roxanne-Lou AMINIAN

The Marine bookstore, located at the corner of Shore Rd, and Palm Tree Street, near the seaside, belonged to Mr. Chapman, a peaceful septuagenarian. Latter, as usual, after opening the bookstore and filing new orders, he allowed himself a few minutes' rest which consisted of letting his gaze wander beyond his storefront, towards the sea. It was summer, and by this early hour the avenue and the beach were thankfully deserted. Mr. Chapman loved this moment because it gave him the feeling that the ocean, calm and sleepy, the clean beach and the...

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“The Secret” by Roxanne-Lou AMINIAN

Dear stranger, I'm writing for you, you who have just discovered this box buried on this day which hold for me, an uncertain future....   My name is Lucille, I'm eleven and a half years old and I'm in Middle School, in Year 10, and today, I'm about to launch this bottle into the sea which will relive me of from this terrible secret that was too getting far too hard to bear those last hours. Well, when I say that I am going to throw a bottle in the sea, it's a way of speaking: I live in Burgundy, in the Brionnais at exactly 585m ab...

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“The Veil of Darkness” by Roxanne-Lou AMINIAN

Submitted to Contest #92

In memory of a woman in love: Man-ya This morning, through the window, the sun happily entered the room. Mischievously, he played on the blanket of the bed and then ricocheted off the corner mirror. From this I knew that once again he was coming back victorious. I got up and impatiently waited for his return, standing at the window for a long time ... I heard his horse's footsteps echo in the yard. He will soon pass the porch and I will see him at last. Yes, he sees me, he smiles in my direction. We hold the stirrup for him, he goe...

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“Six Apes for Eternity.” by Roxanne-Lou AMINIAN

Submitted to Contest #91

 This morning he had woken up in a good mood. So much the better, because with all the hard work that awaited him today, finally being in good shape was not a luxury. He walked over to the broken, always open, window of the building and, with his usual agility, in two bounds, he was inside. There he wandered, but without getting lost, in the circular corridors of the imposing library. On his way, all the dusty shelves wept, shrivelled and damp, their loneliness. But that didn't bother him, what he noticed, satisfied, was the sun was spl...

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“The Meaning of Life” by Roxanne-Lou AMINIAN

Submitted to Contest #90

 When I was little girl, I didn't want to be a firefighter because I considered that their big ladder on their big red truck was way too short to reach for the stars. When I was little, I wanted to become an astronaut. The vastness of space fascinated me, and from the age of five, I knew by heart the eight planets of the solar system, nine, if we counted Pluto. This obsession shaped my life until I was ten years old. My parents were very happy, because, thanks to this superb carrot (without the stick), they made me learn everything they...

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