Creative Writing

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Dan and Lena

This was the day Lena had been waiting for. She couldn’t mess it up. Not this time. After some failed relationships and some even worse dates, she was ready to embrace this new opportunity. A few weeks earlier, while she was waiting for her train in the morning, a handsome young man approached her and introduced himself. She had fallen for him the moment she saw his eyes. The young man gave her a piece of paper on which he had scribbled his phone number and disappeared. For the next days, Lena could not eat nor sleep. All she could do was think about Dan. After three days she finally picked up her phone and called him, not knowing what to expect. They chatted until late in the morning about their passions, about the music they like and the food they eat. Before hanging up, he asked if he could meet her. Of course, Lena agreed. And now, there she was. Standing in front of this big and beautiful house. She had put on her blue dress. Dan liked that colour. She thought it went well with her red hair. She took all her courage and rang the bell. Immediately the door opened, slowly.

- Hi Lena. Come in. You look great. What a smile. What a man. She took some time to answer. - Thanks Dan. The lights in the house were dim. It made the living room make look comfortable. There was a fire burning next to the red couch. It was hot in there. - I bought some great bottles of champagne. I hope you like it. He reached her a cup of the expensive-looking beverage and she took a light sip. It prickled in her mouth and on her tongue. - It’s really good. She was lying. She had never liked the taste of champagne. After that, Dan brought the menu. Dish after dish, they enjoyed themselves. They laughed and they talked. She was feeling lightheaded from all the alcohol.

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Robin I

Robin had to run faster. Big John was coming closer! Every few steps the frail boy turned his head to check if the sweaty cook was still following him. He seemed to be struggling to move his thick legs, and his face was reddening with every step. The young boy however, was as agile as a mouse. He jumped easily from one side of the narrow streets to the other. He was the fastest kid in Blackbay.

“Get him! Get the brat!”, Robin heard Big John panting. The boy kept on running swiftly through the dark and crowded streets of the small town. Suddenly Robin crashed against a man’s stomach and fell on his back. The pain rushed through his entire body. The stranger was tall and muscular. His black greasy hair covered half of his face. He grabbed Robin’s arm tightly. “Let me go! You’re hurting me!” “How did I miss you? I’ll add you to the others! ” Robin’s heart was pounding so hard, he thought it would rip his chest open. With shaking hands, he grabbed the man’s hairy arm and bit as hard into it as he could. The taste of blood and the salty sweat in his mouth, made him feel sick. The stranger flinched. Robin stood up while Big John shouted:” Get the boy! Get the boy!”. Again, Robin was running through the narrow streets. The smell of rotten fish was getting stronger. He turned his head and saw the tall man following him, and far behind, there was Big John. Quickly, he turned to another street. He ran past his best friend Eldric’s house. His rotten toothed mother was standing by the window: « What did you do this time Robin? », she asked joyfully. He had no time to answer. This was not like any other time he stole Big John’s bread. He had to take a break at the corner of the street. He leaned against the cold stone wall of a house. His throat was burning. Then he heard the two men coming closer. Robin started running again.

He could hear the seagulls and the fishermen shouting now. The harbour was crowded and filled with noise. He looked around but he could only see merchants buying fish and seamen singing joyfully. Then he knew what to do! He pushed some people lightly aside and finally, he could see the ships. “Boy! Where are you? I will not harm you!”, he heard the strange man shout. As no one seemed to be looking, Robin ran towards one of the ships. It was the ugliest ship he had ever seen. Its flag was black and its sails had not been white for a log time. Again, the boy checked if no one was looking, and climbed on the ship. It seemed to be empty. No one was scrubbing the floor or preparing the sails. A strange feeling overcame Robin and his back ran cold. But he was not afraid; he had never been. “Boy! We won’t harm you! Come out!”,  he heard Big John shout. But he wouldn’t come out; they would beat him or even worse, they would tell his father. Robin didn’t want to think of what his father would do if he knew. He peered over the border of the old ship and saw the fat cook screaming his soul out and beside him stood the stranger, laughing. Now they had seemed to give up. They turned around and disappeared in the crowded streets of the town.

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Telephone conversation

“I followed the guy to his white-people’s house and he didn’t even notice me! But there was nothing worth the pain! Why was he so important to you?”

Robb took a toothpick from his pocket and put it in his mouth. “Come on, I ain’t gonna tell nobody. How long have we known each other? Five, six years maybe? Who was the guy?”

“Really? That guy?” Carl opened his eyes in disbelief.

“Yeah, I cleaned the mess up. Everything went as smoothly as always.” The young man spit his wet toothpick out. You know how I roll. When I do it, I do it right.”

“I know; last time wasn’t great… But this time was different, I swear!”

“Don’t worry, homeboy. Nobody saw me.”, Carl said while rolling the telephone wire around his finger. “I’m always as silent as a rat.”

“They’re basically the same thing, dammit!”

“Yeah, yeah. Whatever. Who even cares about those rats anyway? What about the cash? Do you have it?” Carl grinned.

“Do I care about your problems? I got bills to pay, man!” Carl’s finger was turning blue from the pressure of the wire, so he let it go. The job’s done! And now, I get my money!” He hit the old table next to him with his fist. “That’s how it works!”

“What’s your goddamn problem? You said ten grand and not five! You gotta be kidding me! You got some serious issues, man! Carl walked from left to right, his hand on his forehead.

“If you thought you could get away with that, you were wrong. Nobody messes with me, you know that.” Carl slammed the telephone against the wall and ran to his front door.

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Mémoires d’enfance

« Nous voilà arrivés ». Charles ouvrit la porte de sa camionnette et se dirigea vers l’arrière. « Attends-moi ! », cria Thomas et suivit son père. Le jeune garçon était fragile et petit pour son âge. A l’école, tous ses amis se moquaient de lui, même les filles. Thomas ne l’a jamais raconté à ses parents.

Charles prit sa scie et se dirigea immédiatement vers un des troncs qui avaient déjà été coupés. Il était grand et musclé. Thomas savait que son père était l’homme le plus fort du monde. « Reste à l’écart ! ». Thomas tapa du pied. « Mais je veux t’aider ! », se plaignit le jeune garçon. « Quand tu seras plus grand, tu pourras m’aider ; pas maintenant. ». Déçu, Thomas s’éloignât une dizaine de mètres de son père.

Chaque dimanche matin, il espérait pouvoir scier du bois. Il ne comprenait pas pourquoi son père le lui refusait toujours ; il avait quand même déjà huit ans !

Thomas chercha des pierres qu’il pourrait lancer. Il en trouva une, toute blanche. L’idée de jeter une si belle pierre le rendait triste. Il pourrait la donner à sa mère qui collectionne toutes les pierres que son fils lui apporte. Le jeune garçon serra le caillou dans sa main pour ne pas le perdre et se tourna vers son père : « Papa regarde ! ». Charles ne répondit pas. Sans doute se trouvait-il derrière la camionnette et Thomas n’arrivait pas à le voir. Il se dirigea donc vers le véhicule et appela à nouveau son père. Toujours pas de réponse. Il essayait sans doute de lui jouer un tour. « Je sais que tu te caches ». Thomas se rendit lentement à l’arrière de la camionnette. Il bondit en avant et cria « Je t’ai trouvé ! ». Charles n’y était pas. Thomas sentit son cœur battre un peu plus vite. « Papa ? ». Sa voit tremblait. Les mains moites, le garçon plaqua le dos contre la porte de la carrosserie.

Entre quelques arbres, il aperçut deux points rouges qui le fixaient. Sur la pointe des pieds, Thomas essaya d’accéder la porte de passagers. Sous ses pieds, de petites branches craquèrent. Lorsqu’il eut atteint l’avant du véhicule, il tira la poignée, mais la porte ne s’ouvrit pas ! Son père l’avait fermée à clé ! Il se tourna. Devant lui se tenait un homme pâle et mince. Ses yeux étaient rouges et ses joues étaient creuses. Thomas n’osa pas bouger. « Tu veux savoir où est ton père ? ». Le garçon ne répondit pas. « Tu as peur n’est-ce pas ? ». « Non », bafouilla Thomas. Alors qu’il semblait gagner du courage pour essayer de fuir, l’homme le menaça de ses dents pointues. « Tu viens ? », demanda l’homme, souriant.