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Céline had chosen a summer dress that wasn’t too flashy, one that flattered her figure whilst concealing her little imperfections, which only she was aware of. She felt the adrenaline rush as a deafening roar of an engine echoed around her. There was no doubt about it: it was definitely Franck’s Corolla, screeching its tyres on the supermarket forecourt. by @cruxiforme

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Jacques had fallen asleep in front of his favorite news channel. A trickle of drool had run down onto his wool sweater, forming a whitish, crusty stain. His little dog, nearly blind behind his cataract, had come to lick his master’s fingers, which still smelled of roasted peanuts. Shaken by spasms, he was dreaming of the “Great Replacement,” but it was his diaper that the nurse would have to change first. by @cruxiforme

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Lucie avait ri à travers la foule radieuse et bigarrée qui s’étendait poing levé jusqu’à l’horizon. Tous n’avaient d’autres vœux qu’un peu d’espoir dans l’avenir ; rien d’autre que des rêves d’ados un peu cons, un peu bancals, mais qui les en empêcheraient ? Elle ne s’était pas retournée tout de suite lorsque la grenade avait explosé près d’eux. Elle avait couru comme tous les autres, happée par l’insouciance. Elle avait même jeté une bouteille en plastique vide sur les flics en criant ACAB, le cœur battant l’apprentissage de la rébellion. Rattrapée bien trop vite par l’âge adulte, derrière elle, étendue sur le sol, gisait le regard vide de son amie d’enfance, abandonnée dans son agonie écarlate.

Lucie had laughed amidst the radiant, colourful crowd that stretched, fists raised, all the way to the horizon. All they wanted was a little hope for the future; nothing more than the slightly silly, slightly far-fetched dreams of teenagers – but who was going to stop them? She hadn’t turned round straight away when the grenade had exploded near them. She’d run like everyone else, swept up in the carefree atmosphere. She’d even thrown an empty plastic bottle at the cops, shouting ‘ACAB’, her heart pounding with the thrill of rebellion. But caught up far too quickly by adulthood, behind her, sprawled on the ground, lay the vacant gaze of her childhood friend, abandoned in her scarlet agony. taken in Paris, France by @cruxiforme

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We were waiting for the second wave. The generator had taken over, but the lights flickered with every impact of the thermobaric charges that were levelling everything on the surface. Damien was sleeping on the floor, dusted with cement, which made him look like a sweet biscuit. by @cruxiforme

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10 days ago

The dealer had turned up late in the evening; he hadn’t even bothered to switch off the engine. “You know, I’m not in the habit of selling this sort of stuff. But seeing as you two look like a right pair of idiots… I’ll make an exception” by @cruxiforme

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12 days ago

Antoine had been lying on a stretcher in the corridor next to the toilets for almost twelve hours, waiting for a cranio-spinal MRI scan. In his fragmented dreams, Croquignol and Filochard, the heroes of his childhood, were doubled up with laughter. by @cruxiforme

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14 days ago

Marin was very annoyed; his parents had bought him a yellow raincoat, a pair of rubber boots, a shovel, and a plastic bucket. But Marin didn’t want to build sandcastles. He wanted to build massive bunkers and shoot at the soldiers with his fearsome machine gun. by @cruxiforme

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16 days ago

As an only child, she had sought to uncover the elegant surface of things. Wherever science glimmered, she sensed a hint of truth quivering behind her photographer’s eye, which she hastened to capture. by @cruxiforme

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19 days ago

Quentin had scraped his knee while trying to climb over the barbed wire fencing that surrounded the private forest near his grandparents’ estate. As he wiped away the blood trickling down his skin, he noticed the distinctive shape of a human skull peeking out from the surface of a tree trunk. by @cruxiforme

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19 days ago

Marc had left his company car in front of the palace in Versailles; he had bought a small bouquet of red roses, just as he had done every year for the past twenty-three years. The staircase was strangely quiet, and the children’s room was empty. Martine had left for good, but she had left a farewell note on the kitchen table: “There’s roast pork in the fridge.” by @cruxiforme

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22 days ago

Elle avait décidé de tourner le dos à ses sentiments. Tout comme lui, elle resterait indifférente à ses silences. Il en mourrait de peur et elle en mourrait d’envie. by @cruxiforme

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24 days ago

Allegra Geller’s Erotic Dream by @cruxiforme

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