A Space for Stories

Close never felt so far. Just 2 stops from Paris you’ll find a quiet space to think, write, create… lets save the 1000 words, here’s some pictures of where you can be.

Not just for satirist…

A short Story by Margie Freeman -

In a freezing field, a bird lay on the ground, it’s eyes near frozen shut. Struggling to survive the bird senses a large being approach. A looming shadow blocks the last remaining light. The bird hears a heavy breath and recognizes the stern character of ‘Bull’.

Moving closer, finally stepping over him, Bull’s loud hooves crunch the frozen ground terrifyingly close to his unmovable wings. A rumbling noise follows, a tail wags, the bird’s and the Bull’s bodies both tense. Splat. Bull’s excrement covers the bird, only his beak slightly protruding. Bull slowly walks off without looking back.

Anger, disbelief,  disgust slowly started to give way to a sense the bird could now slightly flick a wing. He laid longer, feeling the foul smelling warmth radiate gradually through him. Eventually, his body could once again control itself, thawed out, and if with super bird strength he burst free of his cack cocoon and took flight, headed south.  

Not everyone that shits on you is being malicious..