Thelittle bird looked at the sea. It looked so small. As if a single gust of wind could make it tumble into the water. It was perching on the longest branch of a tree, by the seashore. The end of the branch reached a few above the water. From the window the little bird looked… Leer más The sailboat by Brian Martin-Onraët
(Blog Brian) I haven’t slept in three years. Tomorrow will be the exact third anniversary. I can’t believe time went by so quickly. Three years! A little more than a thousand nights! A thousand white nights. Not even insomnia. I just gradually stopped sleeping. In the course of three months. Started on a Monday. I… Leer más Shadows and stairways by Brian Martin-Onraët
equinoxio21 / “I remember the day he came. It was a Sat’day. The day it began to rain. I didn’t see him myself that day. Freddy told me.” “Freddy Henderson?” “Yes. Freddy was… he was… comin’ back from the lake. He’d gone… fishin’. Yep. Fishin’!” “At night? Freddy must’ve been poaching. Never mind. I’ll talk… Leer más And the rain came in… by Brian Martin-Onraët
(Blog by Brian) Let me tell you about a place, unique, so unique, a place where Man was born, where rivers hide under the earth, their path only marked by the rows of acacias that run on the ground, a place lost between the clouds, so white, so white, and the sky, so blue, so… Leer más The Valley by Brian Martin-Onraët
by Manuela Timofte «That dream was the trigger of my… insomnia, my loss of sleep. I tried to go to bed earlier, to… compensate. But every day I slept less. I woke up earlier and earlier, after the dream. I tried going to sleep later, with the same result. When I finally got the idea… Leer más Brian Martin-Onraët – Interview
(Blog Brian) ‘Must have been pushing80 when we first met. On Hamburg street in the Zona Rosa, Mexico city. Three o’clock in the afternoon, on an October Sunday, many years ago. The rains were over. I was enjoying the sun, and that special light of October in Mexico. I was having lunch at the… Leer más Moon over Hamburg street by Brian Martin-Onraët
The Sea covered most of the black rocks in front of the house by the Sea. Far, far away, the grey waves merged with the leaden sky. The Land was bracing, waiting for the final assault. The trees moaned in the howling Wind. The rocks shook under the crashing waves. The time had come. The… Leer más The high tide of the Equinox by Brian Martin-Onraët
( Blog equinoxio21 ) Two men were lying facedown on the ground. Both covered their head with their hands in a futile attempt at protection against the bullets and rockets that flew above. They were about twenty yards away from each other. Separated by an imaginary line. Border or combat line. Who knows? Who cares?… Leer más Never again Brian Martin-Onraët
(Atuthors blog Equinoxio) He lived in a small flat, in a small town, in a small rainy country, a country so small it did not even reach the sea. He had a small job, in a small insurance office. Every day, at precisely eight in the morning, he arrived at the office. He always carried… Leer más The sand jar By Brian Martin-Onraët
My car broke down. In the middle of nowhere. No signal of course. Cel as good as dead. I walked for miles. Or what felt like miles. I had been driving on a country road. Going from nowhere to nowhere. After the car broke down, I walked on the dirt road in the middle of… Leer más Fear by Brian Martin-Onraët
by Brian Martin-Onraét equinoxio21 “Doc! Doc”! “What’s the matter, Raphaela? We’ll never finish on time if you keep interrupting!” “Sorry Doc, we have an emergency. The Boss is coming down to the Lab. In five minutes.” “Damn! How do you know?” “Gabby called me. And she says the Boss is in a bad mood. Very.… Leer más Doc.
By Brian Martin-Onraët / Equinoxio21 (link Blog) Previously on “An unexpected trip”: my mother Renée has joined the French Air Force at the end of WWII. A captain orders her on a mysterious mission. They are to board a military plane, taking off from Paris, destination unknown. “And you took off?” I asked. “Just like… Leer más An unexpected trip. The end
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