The Quiet Revolt

Guide designed for the people who are embarking on their first trip, or for l...

Up to you to break the codes.

An open question: how do you measure Happiness? What does it represent for you?

Train of the everyday booming past us on the plain.

The title says it all. I tried to list all the oldest sites, ruins, temples, ...

Histoire entièrement publiée par épisodes sur le blog http://lemondederodolph...

Anyone could be him in that we are all human, but anyone could be him because...

Vies croisées à Tours, une journée pas comme les autres. Un ciel bleu comme u...

Sense of foreboding. Don't know what to do. If only the person to whom this t...

Manuel qui raconte la vie d'un ancien trader souffrant d'une légère pathologi...

Another short story from the Irish circle. A boy who wakes up one day and wan...

Poem written at the dead of night, for the one who is gone far away. What I a...

It's official, I hate people (well, not ALL the people...but the vast majorit...

A man expecting the return of his wife to tell her of their doom: one of thei...

The urge to go forward. The impetus to leave whatever you have to leave. The ...

Yet another Irish short story. I particularly like that one, because it's ver...

Short poem written during a meeting with my ex-fellow colleagues...fellow unt...

This piece is in Quenya, or High Elven, the language invented by J.R.R. Tolki...

Poem in Quenya, or High Elven, the language invented by J.R.R. Tolkien, which...

Bits and pieces of reality. Perhaps of truth. Certainly of fun. One can find ...

This short poem is composed of haikus designed as snapshots of a suffering ma...

This short story, which I wrote in Ireland, is set in the heart of Cashel, in...

Histoire d'un homme condamné, d'un égoïste comme on en rencontre tous les jou...

By the look of it everything's perfect in Emily's life. She has all of women'...

Medieval times in Ireland. The dreadful confession of a monk waiting for his ...