by Zelda | Nov 12, 2020 | Archives, Latest Posts, Stories, Writings
Rue de la Clef: 5th arrondissement, a romantic story takes place in île de la Cité 20.30, Paris Gare du Nord, Eurostar 4920 rentre en gare. Sensual hips get off the train, go straight through shiny red Christmas decorations, but she already misses London’s lights....
by Zelda | Oct 3, 2020 | Latest Posts, Stories, Writings
The wiphash: how I became a homeless with a Harrods bag. On the way out towards freedom … So he left me homeless. He didn’t come with me to London as promised, and fucked Nanna instead, in our bed. When I came back from London, he was very anxious to talk...
by Zelda | Oct 2, 2020 | Latest Posts, Stories, Writings
Over the years – How I managed ten years without sex – homosexuals covert at ENS… and friendship ! But I would have preferred a lover… Over the years, I survived because of the countless trips we made and because of my friendships. I had many...
by Zelda | Jul 8, 2020 | Stories, Writings
It started with a friendship, a union of souls. Our first film together was Bright Star, on the life of John Keats, who blessed us, and Jim conquered me with a rose. This rose is still inside a handmade pot and was a very thin one; nobody would have bet on its...
by Zelda | Jun 24, 2020 | Stories, Writings
Paris: the beginning of the end. A romantic story between an artist and a bipolar philosopher turns into one of psychological violence. I was sitting in the kitchen, next to the sink, he was hanging around, getting closer to me, then he stopped and told me he had...
by Zelda | May 28, 2020 | Latest Posts, Stories, Writings
Give him a mask and he will tell you the truth Prologue Paris, main entrance of BHV. A boy around 37, dark eyes, a cowboy stride, is waiting. Not very tall, average, could seem Spanish but he’s English. A girl arrives and smiles at him. “Hi Tom!” The guy hides a half...
