« Vanité des vanités, tout est vanité. » y compris ce blog - "Vanity of vanity, all is vanity.", this blog included - Je m'épanche en français et en anglais. Trying to write short stories in French and English.

20 mars 2017

Part II: Opportunity

This is the twenty-first century. We all know that, in any country of this world, most people live in large cities. These same cities continue to expand since many people from the same country, from neighbouring countries and even from very distant countries...

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23 novembre 2016

A Tour Guide

She never felt like teaching children. She wanted to be a University professor, preferably at some well-known university. To do that, she would have had to take competitive exams which she might have failed, not only once but repeatedly… She would not...

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1 novembre 2016

Part I: An unexpected phone call

It has already been almost ten years now that my father first received a phone call followed, a few days later, by a letter about that person related to our family who had died some two years before. I remember my father telling me on the phone, after...

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28 octobre 2016

An invitation from my bank

I have been to my bank today. Not because I felt like going or even because I needed to go but because I got a call two weeks ago. It said that I should pay a visit to discuss what I should do with the little money there is on my account. I accepted out...

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25 octobre 2016

"A woman on a bus today carried her Pekinese dog inside her handbag. It had a red bow on its head that matched her sweater."

‘A woman on the bus today carried her Pekinese dog inside her handbag. It had a red bow on its head that matched her sweater.’ Therefore, it came as no surprise that some youngsters, clad in hip-hop clothing, and who had just boarded the bus started to...

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19 octobre 2016

A restaurant that caters to dinosaurs like me

“Where will I have lunch from now on?” I started to ask myself as soon as the company I work for had moved to another part of the city. I went out looking for a restaurant where I would go for lunch on my working days. I needed a place where I would fit:...

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18 octobre 2016

My History professor

The worst thing about stereotypes is that, very often, they are true. Whenever I am reminded of this, I can't help thinking about my History professor: he incarnated the cliché to perfection. What I remember most vividly about him was that since he had...

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7 octobre 2016

Consultancy

There was only one person when I entered the medical office. It was very quiet in the waiting room; I took a seat and waited to be called. I looked around for free magazines but there wasn’t any. I wondered how I would keep myself busy as I expected the...

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4 octobre 2016

One fact and three fictitious elements / Three facts and one fictitious element

1. One fact and three fictitious elements Tonight, I cycled back home from a client meeting. At the first traffic light I had to stop, a female cyclist approached and asked me if I was that famous chef who had appeared on a TV show the night before. I...

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29 mai 2007

Premier chapitre : mon oncle d'Amérique

Mon oncle d'Amérique Cela fait maintenant combien de temps que mon père a reçu un appel téléphonique puis, quelques jours plus tard, une lettre relative à cette personne, parente lointaine et inconnue, disparue quelques deux ans auparavant ? Presque trois...

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