Well readers, if you hadn’t noticed, I haven’t posted in a few days. Having just finished school, I’m rather burnt out, and need a break! The site has been fun, and may resume in the future. For now, though, it’s time for a rest. I hope you’ve enjoyed these 3 years of stories; I hope you explore the archives for some of the oldies, and do comment on your favourites!

And so, in a classic ending…




She stood by the boat, on the pier. She waited, hoping Louise would come, that she had forgiven her, or that Jean-Marc would call, begging her not to leave. Either way, she sat; she waited. There was no movement but for that caused by the wind. The boat stayed moored to the pier, small waves causing it to rock and knock gently against the wood. The evening sun shone orange-red, casting a deep glow on the sky, and she felt warm and, if not significant, not irrelevent, either. Untying the line, she hopped in and started the engine, heading for the small island just beyond sight.