This is an excerpt of a short story I’ve been working on lately, and I’d really like to know what you guys think of it!
Written by Audrey Francis-Plante
I didn’t want to believe it was true, but my brothers insisted it had worked on them so I had to see for myself.
Following their directions, I crossed the forest, made a left at the scarecrow, and spotted the cabin made of bones. They said to knock four times, once at each corner of the blue wooden door, so I did.
How does a year go by so quickly? It still feels like this blogging thing is new to me, like I have no clue what I’m doing out here, and yet I’ve been running this website for a whole year. And I like to think it’s a big deal.
So first, I’m going to celebrate tonight. Yep, I’m going out and making a toast to the very first anniversary of Audrey Writes Abroad and I’ll think about all of you guys.
And second, I’m going to humbly say that I am proud as hell.
That is so nice! I want to thank Lara so much for the nomination! Everybody go check out her awesome blog, The Blackberry Season, about lifestyle and travelling; it is so well written and her talent for photography will make you jealous (in a good way, really).
Written by: Audrey Francis-Plante
They say the twin gene skips a generation, but in my family, it’s everywhere. My grandmother had a twin sister. My mother has a twin brother. I have a twin sister. And I’m pregnant of triplets.
“You’re not ready to be a mother,” my mom gently said when I announced it on Sunday brunch. “Especially not of three at once.”
I glanced at Sam for support; he’d just told me that morning I’d be the greatest mother, but then something weird happened. He wouldn’t look at me. He fixed my sister’s shoes. “Three’s a little overwhelming,” he mumbled.
“Very overwhelming,” my mother chimed in.
“Pardon me?” A silence followed my words.
I turned to my sister for help, but she was quiet too, holding a cushion to her belly.
The way Sam avoided my gaze hinted that he was ashamed. “Who is she?” Something broke inside of me when he didn’t defend himself.
“I’m sorry,” he replied. “But she’s pregnant too. Twins.”
Who is she? I suddenly hated our genes for making the answer so obvious.
184 words Short Story Written by Audrey Francis-Plante
I opened my locker to an abundance of heart-shaped chocolates and pink ribbons. My eyes were melting with anger. How dared he?
“Looks like Olivia’s got a Valentine,” my locker neighbour immediately teased as he saw the festive decoration. “Let me guess. Your cousin?” Patrick and his friends burst out laughing.
“Shut up,” I muttered.
“Or what? You’ll attack me with cinnamon hearts?” More laughs.
Before I knew it, my fist connected with Patrick’s jaw. He twirled around, hitting the trash full force. Specks of blood mottled the gray lockers. Girls yelped. Boys laughed that a girl—me of them all—had so easily knocked down the school’s biggest jerk.
I wasn’t allowed a second of satisfaction that the principal zoomed through the crowd, a beeline toward me. Great.
“My office, now,” he said, grabbing my arm to make sure I followed. “Did he hurt you?” he asked once in the office.
I lowered my eyes. “Not physically. Though he could’ve played like hell on the emotional level if he’d known whom the gifts were from.”
He cupped my cheek, smiling sheepishly. “Forgive me?”
98 words Short Story Written by Audrey Francis-Plante
I had been told to shut my eyes. In the dark, I listened to the noises they made. Whispering, breathing, rustling, dragging. I grew curious. When I heard a little gasp, I couldn’t help it. I split two fingers and slightly opened an eye.
A body lied awkwardly in a puddle of blood. The couple who’d brought me here worked on rolling the corpse inside a large bag. My eye must have glinted in the dark. “I gave you a chance,” the man told me.
As a writer, one thing I love to do when I travel is to find a nice spot where to spark my imagination and write. Berlin has numerous nice cafés for that, and while I didn’t get to try them all, I tried enough to pick five of my favourites. Here they are. Continue reading “Top 5 Cafés in Berlin to Write (or Read)”→