Auteur/autrice : Cyril Pasteau
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Once upon a crime
One pitch a day: in August of 2011, I dedicate twenty minutes each day to writing an « elevator pitch » for a story or a game. In the future, there are no more prisons. The criminally insane exist only as pure minds. The nickname of their virtual home is Hell, but it is a pleasant hell,…
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La naissance d’un tourbillon
En relisant le premier tome de l’Histoire du XXe siècle de Bernstein et Milza, j’ai été vivement intéressé par le chapitre 5, qui traite des tensions internationales au début du siècle dernier et de la façon dont se mit en route la « machine infernale » que fut la Très Grande Guerre. Après la défaite de la…
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The gang
It all began at the beach. I was rumbling my head on a piece of cloth and I was a child again, summer holidays at the beach, you know the feeling. My head was deep into the cloth and it was green and there was light beyond. For a moment, I had forgotten I was…
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A short night
Some kind of emergency signal is blaring. After a vain and quick struggle, barricaded under a large pillow, the fat man fails to contain the noise and awakes. The cabin is empty but for him, a mound of clothes and what could pass as a bed in a place with little room and taste. INTRUDER…
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Stranded
The fat man has an air of authority around him. He is seating lazily, hands on his shirt, waiting for the crowd to move. Next to him crouches a child with the stern eyes of a watch dog. A villager comes forth, chances a request. With an unshaven smile, the petty lord denies it. You…