Avenoir avenoir - n. the desire that memory could flow backward We take it for granted that life moves forward. But you move as a rower moves, facing backwards: you can see where you’ve been, but not where you’re going. And your boat is steered by a younger version of you. It’s hard not to …
Better Than Revenge – By Rachael Y
Introduction from the author: I started writing this story back in early 1999, when John was being a jerk and spending all of his time with Greta and Hope/Gina. So this story is set somewhere around that time. I have no idea why I was writing it (other than I was pissed off at John!) …
Eyes – By Rachael Y
Eyes. I used to know those eyes. They spoke to me, revealed secrets, filled my heart. Blue, brilliant and searing. The colour of the ocean, innocent under smooth skies. No more. Now they are eyes of a stranger. Grey like the sullen sky that longs for the first breath of spring. Now they only keep …
Forever – By Rachael Y
I felt so ill before I walked in here. I almost chickened out. Imagine that, a grown woman flying two thousand miles only to fail at the last hurdle. I was standing in front of the restaurant and the thought of seeing him raised such painful and passionate memories, I was paralysed for a moment. …
Home – By Rachael Y
I don't know how I got here, I really don't. Someone told me, not long ago that life is simply a series of decisions. You have the choice to say either yes or no to any one of those decisions. So some how, in some way, I chose to be here. To walk away from …
John and Marlena (Finally) Get A Q – By Rachael Y
Chapter 1: Q, What, When, Where, Why? Q blinked. The sun was high overhead and the hills in the distance looked hazy in the heat. He shaded the sun from his eyes with his hand and scanned the horizon. Through the trees he could see that it was flat on all sides, except for the …
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No Regrets – By Rachael Y
Marlena lay in her bed, shrouded by darkness as she stared at the clock. It read 1:13 am. And still, she was alone. It had been Sami's face when she found the John wouldn't be at the dinner that finally broke Marlena's heart. That John could deem some stranger more important than the daughter he …
The Exchange Variation – By Rachael Y
The Exchange Variation Prologue The shadowy black figure slides into place against the brick wall. The rope is taut as the figure makes its way along the small ledge. Eyes search for the signal on the ground, three stories below and a smile curls the lips as it comes, in three bright flashes. It's time. …
The Giuoco Piano – By Rachael Y
The Giuoco Piano (a sequel to The Exchange Variation) everything we love and everything we know, all of living is encapsulated in a single act, the act of letting go the only rule about living – nikita gill Prologue The night air is warm, a soft breeze carries the scent of frangipani through the terrace …
Walk Me Home – By Rachael Y
Muscle Memory Marlena My stomach is fluttering with nerves. Which is ridiculous because this isn’t my grant, it’s not my Art’s Council and it’s not my future at stake. But I have invested so much time and energy into Roger Lombard and it’s been the cause of so much friction between Roman and I that …
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