Archives du mot-clé Casey and Sabina

Only 3 hours to go (August 28 th)

This post is an answer to today’s prompt of the Dailypost : The Middle Seat.

It is also a part of the Casey and Sabina’s Saga. It takes place just before « Libérée, délivrée« .

Alexander arrived at the boarding gate out of breath. He was finally going home.

On the plane, he was relieved he got himself a window seat.
“Only 3 hours to go” he thought.

– Hi, said the young woman sitting herself next to him.

He waved hello.

– Went to the duty free ? she asked, pointing at the plastic bag on Alex’s lap.
– I’m proposing tonight, I can’t come empty ended
– How exciting ! Who’s the lucky one ?
– Casey. Casey Chambers. My darling Casey.

The woman sighed loudly.

– I’m afraid you’re not.
– What ?
– Your father wants you back at the Plant.
– No way.

Former episodes of the saga :

1/ Tell him or lose him anyway

2/ Libérée, délivrée

3/ Wish him well

4/ Purple hair, purple hair

5/ Out of his mind

This story is a part of my summer writing challenge : writing a 100 word story everyday, the 49th installment.

You can read all the details of my challenge and my reasons for doing it (and not CampNaNoWriMo) here.

I hope you will like today’s story and please do not hesitate to leave a comment.

Fertilizer for the poor (august 21 st)

6e épisode de l’histoire de Casey et Sabina, où nous retrouvons Casey dans une gare au Brésil

1/ Tell him or lose him anyway

2/ Libérée, délivrée

3/ Wish him well

4/ Purple hair, purple hair

5/ Out of his mind

6th episode of Casey and Sabina’s adventure. We follow Casey in a train station in Brasil.

Casey looked at the giant on the deck with a dropped jaw. She had to break her neck backwards to see his long beardy face. Pale blue eyes pierced below his messy brows.He offered her a warm and delicate handshake. She responded with a shy smile and tossed her backpack on the truck font seat.

– Go ahead, ask.
– I beg your pardon.
– About why I’m so big.
– I’m not that rude.
– I ’ll tell you anyway. Me and mama ate roots. Scrawny midget I was.

The doctor gave blue and red pills two times. Fertilizer for the poor he called it.

This post is an answer to today’s Dailypost prompt  : Red Pill, Blue Pill.

This story is a part of my summer writing challenge : writing a 100 word story everyday, the 42 nd installment.

You can read all the details of my challenge and my reasons for doing it (and not CampNaNoWriMo) here.

I hope you will like today’s story and please do not hesitate to leave a comment.

L’esprit ouvert (august 15 th)

Dan posa son stylo et regarda par la fenêtre. La fille du voisin jouait dans son jardin, sandales, socquettes et jupe à volants. La tenue idéale de victime d’un détraqué. Dan frissonna.

Ces pensées, envahissantes, lui donnaient la nausée. Elles le prenaient par surprise et rebondissaient dans son esprit. Il se passa la tête sous le robinet de la cuisine. Il visualisait d’horribles images tombant dans le syphon, il voyait ses mains creuser sa matière grise pour virer ces parasites de son cerveau.

Si seulement il pouvait perdre l’habitude de lire dans les pensées des passants, ou de son voisin.

 

This post is an answer to today’s Dailypost prompt  : Breakdown.

This story is a part of my summer writing challenge : writing a 100 word story everyday, the 36 th installment.

You can read all the details of my challenge and my reasons for doing it (and not CampNaNoWriMo) here.

I hope you will like today’s story and please do not hesitate to leave a comment.

Out of his mind (august 14 th)

This is the fifth part of Casey and Sabina story :

1/ Tell him or lose him anyway

2/ Libérée, délivrée

3/ Wish him well

4/ Purple hair, purple hair

Alexander pushed the call button for the tenth time in one hour. And hung up, again. He poured a glass from his soon to be extinguished bottle of whisky and dwelved on a pity monologue.

He made it to the eleventh call but someone picked up before he could dive into his self destruction pattern.

– Alex, seven a.m. dammit.
– Sabina ? Where’s Casey ?
– She moved on, man. And she flew away from me. How do you think that feels ?
– Dreadful.
– Tell her why you left and end this thing. My hair is purple for god’s sake.
– Ouch. Got whisky ?
– Shut up.

This post is an answer to today’s Dailypost prompt  : Break the silence.

This story is a part of my summer writing challenge : writing a 100 word story everyday, the 35 th installment.

You can read all the details of my challenge and my reasons for doing it (and not CampNaNoWriMo) here.

I hope you will like today’s story and please do not hesitate to leave a comment.

Purple hair, Purple hair (august 13 th)

This is the fourth part of Casey and Sabina story :

1/ Tell him or lose him anyway

2/ Libérée, délivrée

3/ Wish him well

“I enrolled in the Wild Forest Project” Casey said earlier that day.

Casey couldn’t do such a huge mistake on my watch. A mirror of irresponsibility was my tactical weapon.

By the evening, I had everything planned : mess on my desk, junk food in the fridge and a funky hair dye color.

The door creaked, her boots knocked the wooden floor.

“Purple rocks with your carnation” she said. “It’s shiny.”

“What is it for ? I asked pointing at the hot air balloon model in her hand.”

“Canopy observation.”

As she left for Brazil, Purple Rain’s lyrics invaded in my domicile.

This post is an answer to today’s Dailypost prompt  :  Sweeping motions.

It’s also an answer to the Ballon Fiesta prompt on the more than 100 words blog.

This story is a part of my summer writing challenge : writing a 100 word story everyday, the 34 th installment.

You can read all the details of my challenge and my reasons for doing it (and not CampNaNoWriMo) here.

I hope you will like today’s story and please do not hesitate to leave a comment.

Wish him well (august 10 th)

This is the third part of Casey and Sabina story :

1/ Tell him or lose him anyway

2/ Libérée, délivrée

I found Casey sitting on the floor, clothes and other belongings loitering the carpet around her. She sipped on a glass of Champagne with a swiss clock regularity.

Paul MacCartney’s duet with Michael Jackson came out of the stereo and she sang “say say say” along.

« D
o I have to worry or should I drink with you ? »

Casey stood up, grabbed what I recognized to be gifts from Alexander and headed to the bathroom. I lost patience.

« What now, Casey ? »

« I’m gonna make a wish. »

The next second she tossed a ring, a key and a necklace in the loo.

This post is an answer to today’s Dailypost prompt  :  three coins in the fountain.

This story is a part of my summer writing challenge : writing a 100 word story everyday, the 31 th installment.

You can read all the details of my challenge and my reasons for doing it (and not CampNaNoWriMo) here.

I hope you will like today’s story and please do not hesitate to leave a comment.

Libérée, délivrée (July 24th)

Casey rentra bouleversée, s’enferma dans sa chambre et pleura bruyamment.

Sabina connaissait le scénario.

Casey prendrait une douche, camperait dans son mutisme, se gaverait de M&M’s tout en écoutant Una Storia Importante d’Eros Ramazzotti.
Cette fois pourtant, la fin de l’histoire serait heureuse décida Sabina. Elle entra dans la chambre de sa colocataire, se glissa sous les draps à ses côtés et la prit dans ses bras. Deux heures passèrent, silencieuses.

– Merci

– De rien. Je t’écoute. Il ne faudrait pas que ta peine se transforme en monstre. Après, on ne s’en débarasse pas. Parle. Moi, j’aurais du le faire.

This post is an answer to today’s writing prompt on the Dailypost blog : Well, I never….

This story is a part of my summer writing challenge : writing a 100 word story everyday, the 16th installment.

You can read all the details of my challenge and my reasons for doing it (and not CampNaNoWriMo) here.

I hope you will like today’s story and please do not hesitate to leave a comment.

Tell Him Or Lose Him Anyway (July 22nd)

This post is an answer to today’s writing prompt on the Dailypost blog : The sincerest form of flattery.

I chose to write à la Mlle Louise style which I know quite well since I have been beta reading her work for quite some time now.

I chose her today because she is by far one of the few writers I know to be able to write so well about emotions without dwelling in melodrama or pity party style. She’s also a deep POV master but she does not know it.

This story is a part of my summer writing challenge : writing a 100 word story everyday, the 14th installment.

You can read all the details of my challenge and my reasons for doing it (and not CampNaNoWriMo) here.

I hope you will like today’s story and please do not hesitate to leave a comment.

Casey entered the kitchen hoping she would run into Alexander. He had plans to leave town and never come back and she could not stop thinking about it. She felt an urge to hug him and slowly let her tongue slip between his lips and maybe let her hand reach the small of his back. But, what if he thought she was just a silly annoying kid and never ever wanted to talk to her anymore or worse, even, refused her politely saying he saw her like a little sister. Hey she suddenly realized, tell him or lose him anyway.