Dancing with the memories of an ephemeral life

All that you touch, All that you see, All that you taste, All you feel, All that you love, All that you hate All you...

The man who missed the moonlight

The moonlight is lovely tonight. But I didn’t mean to write about this. My intention was to write about a man who missed the moonlight. (What...

The revenge of the lost children

-You know what I’m thinking? -What? -I wish I could go back and wipe them all. I wish I had superpowers, not like spiderman, even stronger,...

99 before the chosen 1

“It seems to me anyway”, says a hoarse voice, “that, nevertheless, you know but only one story, my child, the story of the hundredth...

I, jihadist

My name is Jamel Zarour. My parents came from Belkour, from Algers. My father was a furniture upholsterer. I never got to know him that much...

Women don’t kill dragons

Girls don't kill dragons In a village whose name I'd rather not mention lived a girl who craved to become a knight. Her name was...