I. The great professor stood in front of the class, stroking his beard in self-satisfaction. Slowly the girl in the third row raised her hand, and just as slowly all eyes turned back to look at her.
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II. He's gone now, taken away by the cops, but she doesn't cry. The sting of his hand on her face was the sound of the key in the prison door lock.
And one that's not mine:
On September 3rd 1973, at 6:28pm and 32 seconds, a bluebottle fly capable of 14,670 wing beats a minute landed on Rue St Vincent, Montmartre. At the same moment, on a restaurant terrace nearby, the wind magically made two glasses dance unseen on a tablecloth. Meanwhile, in a 5th-floor flat, 28 Avenue Trudaine, Paris 9, returning from his best friend's funeral, Eugène Colère erased his name from his address book. At the same moment, a sperm with one X chromosome, belonging to Raphaël Poulain, made a dash for an egg in his wife Amandine. Nine months later, Amélie Poulain was born.
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Amelie is a great movie.
And well done for your portion as well:)
And now I must look for the shorts I wrote a few years ago.
~Kryssa
One of my favourite movies, in fact. (There are so many problems with that sentence.)
And by all means, if anyone wants to post short stories (or links if they're a bit too long to view here), please feel free.
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