Victoire Debaecker

“Long Lost Souls : Library” by Victoire Debaecker

Chapter One : Long Lost Souls : Library - What are you doing ?” Said a loud voice coming from the kitchen. - Nothing, just going for a walk. I’ll be back before dinner,” A young girl said, tying her shoelaces.  Before her mother could answer anything, she opened the door, grabbed her cream colored tote bag and ran down the stairs of her apartment building.  New York was a pre...

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“Life is a circus ” by Victoire Debaecker

Her hands are still as she overlooks the white sand below her. Many would shake at the thought of her performance, but she is used to it. The fire, the trapeze, the applauds… Nothing impresses her anymore. She grabs the bar with a familiar movement. She knows each part of her choreography like she knows herself. She is ready.  ***  Training is often the hardest part of living in a circus. But for some, the ...

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“"Will you marry me this christmas, under the stars?"” by Victoire Debaecker

Submitted to Contest #71

*CONTENT / TRIGGER WARNING* THIS STORY REFERS TO CHILD ABUSE, SELF HARM AND MENTAL DISORDERS IN A NON EXPLICIT WAY AND MAY BE A TRIGGER PLEASE CEASE READING IF THIS IS OF ANY WORRY TO YOU (Have a good read! I hope you appreciate this story!) “Hello kids, today, we have exciting news for our freshmans : once again, Oliver Evans will participate in this year’s Christmas festival, his in...

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“On your shoulders will lay the fate of a kingdom.” by Victoire Debaecker

Submitted to Contest #57

-Are you sure, darling?” The deep voice came from a corner of the room. It was a man’s. He was in a suit, a cigar in hand, looking out the window at the street. It was a rainy night. No one was outside at this time, in those conditions.  -Yes, I am.”  At the desk in the middle of the room, a woman was writing. She was young, twenty five at most, her red dress shone under the candlelight. She was...

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“A starlit night like this (Part One)” by Victoire Debaecker

Submitted to Contest #51

As my eyes drifted away from my computer to the starlit sky, I started thinking.  The train was moving fast, very fast, and it was dark. I couldn't see much but the moon and stars that shone like a compass in a lost universe.  Like if they wanted me to take that train and go.  Then I thought of a boy.  A gorgeous boy. He was an artist : a photograph and a guitarist. 

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“Electrik” by Victoire Debaecker

10 years ago, Hero Academia’s park -Did you finish the essay for tomorrow, Louise?” -Yeah. You?” asked the girl, her mouth full of bread, cheese and lettuce.  -I didn’t do it.” Arthur nonchalantly opened his friend’s pringles and kicked a pigeon with his white sports shoes. -When are you planning to do it?” -Never, it’s not any fun!” The red haired girl...

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“I love you, an elegant love letter” by Victoire Debaecker

Submitted to Contest #51

My dearest of darlings, my only true love, my angel, my beauty, my flower, sun of life, my Angelique, As I am writing those very words, I feel a thin breeze in my hair. The starlit night is lighting the parchment and ink, and my head is clear of all thoughts but those I wish to tell you. Thoughts of fear and of love. To start off, I need to be honest with you, I will tell you something I wish you did not have to learn. I am afraid.I wish you could only see me as a courageous gent...

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“Remember me?” by Victoire Debaecker

Submitted to Contest #50

-Do you know whose car it is?” The old man looked like a walrus with his enormous mustache and his bald head covered in sweat. He tried to understand the situation, but no one really knew what was happening. Well, no one that would be heard. -No sir.” -Was it stolen?” -No sir.” -Was it bought?” -No sir.” The old man’s caterpillar eyebrows arose like two beings, alive on hi...

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“Soaring above it all” by Victoire Debaecker

Submitted to Contest #50

As you are about to enter back into the tent, you breathe heavily. You feel like you are being compressed and pushed. Like the past is hugging you too hard. Like your stomach is going to explode.  -Hey Maria, you look gorgeous, I knew the costume would suit you. You’re so beautiful!” says your best friend, pulling you in the tent. -Hey Peter!”, you answer, trying to hide the trembling in ...

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“A story worth telling” by Victoire Debaecker

Submitted to Contest #50

-I have a story to tell!”             My uncle’s voice boomed like thunder, louder than the rest. Every one turned towards him. The girl in the white dress seemed surprised, and she whispered something I couldn’t hear.              He rose from his sit with his glass of champagne and a huge grin on his face. He looked like a penguin in his beautiful clan suit, but like an elegant penguin.  -There onc...

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“Bittersweet Night” by Victoire Debaecker

Submitted to Contest #49

The sound of my feet on the pavement got faster and faster. My phone rang. I got it out of my big purse and looked at the screen.  Mom.  I hung up and continued walking, phone in hand. I wanted to throw it far away, to throw away my family and all of my problems. My eyes were burning from the tears and the cold. My scarf didn’t protect my face from the snow. The wind felt like a whip, like hits t...

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