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Am I dreaming? I can’t tell. But, my motorcycle is talking to me. Harley says, “The road is calling, and we must go.

L'enfance et ses blessures, sous la plume de Cali. "Seuls les enfants savent aimer". Seuls les enfants aperçoivent l'amour au loin, qui arrive de toute sa lenteur, de toute sa douceur, pour venir nous consumer. Seuls les enfants embrassent le désespoir vertigineux de la solitude quand l'amour s'en va. Seuls les enfants meurent d'amour. Seuls les enfants jouent leur coeur à chaque instant, à chaque souffle. À chaque seconde le coeur d'un enfant explose. Tu me manques à crever, maman. Jusqu'à quand vas-tu mourir ?

Sun, surf, sand and Alex--Katie was swept away! Katie eagerly agrees to pretend she is Alex's girlfriend for the summer in order to protect his job. Amid sundrenched waves, they develop a friendship that is on the verge of turning romantic, when who should arrive but Nicole, Alex's old girlfriend. In three days, Nicole ruins Katie's relationship with Alex. So Katie gets involved with Logan, Nicole's handsome older brother, though Alex is the one for her. Soon enough Katie learns that fake romances can get out of hand and lead to complications she never imagined.

Waves of Affection takes listeners on a heartfelt journey of love, second chances, and the courage to follow one’s heart. Set against the backdrop of sunlit beaches and the soothing rhythm of ocean waves, this captivating romance explores the delicate balance between dreams and reality.

We’ve given the planet a hard time over the last couple of centuries, and she’s showing the wear and tear of her least considerate offspring. We asked our authors: Where are the signs of renewal? Are there signs of regrowth? Have we pushed nature too far? What if it’s already too late? This audiobook presents poems and stories from the brink, responding to the floods and droughts and fires all around the globe with tenderness, compassion, fear, grief, and rage.

Un instant, j'ai voulu vous suivre, vous voir, respirer ce que j'aurais dû respirer. Mais je suis resté sur la pente. Et j'ai pleuré, pas fort non, mais ruisselant à l'intérieur. J'entendais des gouttes tomber de très haut, une à une, au fond de mes entrailles déchiquetées. Mon ventre pleurait et mon cœur hurlait, comme quand un cœur hurle à la fin du tout. Est-ce qu'on meurt d'amour ?

When Jane answered the door, she said, "Come on in, I'm just finishing getting ready." But to Theo’s amazement, he saw someone laying on a tiny bed, more like a cot; in the corner facing the wall. All he saw was her butt hanging out of the covers. He thought to himself right then and there. “I don't know who she is, but I'm going to marry that butt.” He approached the woman slowly, with some hesitation, so as not to scare her, and asked, "Are you ok, miss?”

Stories and poems from thirty-nine UK based writers of the Global Majority from African, Asian, Middle Eastern, Carribean, South American, Chinese and Malay communities write about maps and mapping. Stories and poems of finding oneself and getting lost, colonialism and diaspora, childhood exploration and adult homecoming.

For Solstice Shorts 2021 we invited writers to respond to the growing climate crisis. From an exceptionally strong field we chose stories and poems that respond to the floods and droughts and fires all around the globe with tenderness, compassion, fear, grief and rage. Gaia is represented in all ther power and glory, and butterflies and plants sow seeds of hope, while other writers ask:. How do we stop it? How do we survive it? And how do we live beyond the catastrophe on our horizon?