Bérengère Balteau
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It was 4 a.m., and I was craving chocolate.
It was 4 a.m., and I was craving chocolate. If there is one thing you must know about me, I do not have a sweet tooth—at least, I try not to. Most of all, I never crave chocolate. I try to keep it as far away from my thoughts as possible. And the thing is, at this right moment, I do not crave any type of chocolate; I crave a specific one, which, dear reader, is not illustratable.
By Bérengère Balteau11 months ago in Fiction
Exciting Times
It was a Saturday like others when i sat down to read Exciting times by Naoise Dolan. I had finished a couple of days before Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets, and although I had loved it, as I knew I would, I didn't quite feel the pull towards the story as I did when reading the first pages of this Irish novel. Do not get me wrong, for the story of Harry Potter, despite its' authors wrongs, will forever be a cherished story for me because of all the memories built around it, like branches to a tree trunk which never truly fades away.
By Bérengère Balteauabout a year ago in Viva
Did I have a crush to give me a sense of control over my life?
It always starts like this: You see him a couple of times without genuinely seeing him. And then, it is as though he comes more often than usual. When he looks at you or talks to you, it feels as though your throat doesn't allow you to speak; a fire has started within your guts and if you talk to him…. Words seem to just fall out of your mouth, forming nonsensical sentenc-es. You begin to adjust in your seat, wiggling around your feet, suddenly not knowing what to do with your limbs…. And one day, you look in the mirror and finally ask yourself: Do you seriously have a crush on him?
By Bérengère Balteau3 years ago in Journal
My letter to Freedom
Dear Freedom, I woke up this morning, tears filling my eyes with realisation. I woke up this morning thinking of you. My body had yet taken control; I could feel each of my limbs still asleep, while my mind was rushing towards your presence. And I knew I had to write you this letter.
By Bérengère Balteau4 years ago in Psyche
Dear mirror, please tell me why should I trust you?
"For I do not exist: there exist but the thousands of mirrors that reflect me. With every acquaintance I make, the population of phantoms resembling me increase. Somewhere they live, somewhere they multiply. I alone do not exist." - Vladimir Nabokov
By Bérengère Balteau4 years ago in Viva
Why I will not give up on the Red Dress . Top Story - February 2022.
She's there. She's always there. Carefully hung in my wardrobe and laying at the back of my mind whenever she feels like to. I sometimes forget about her, and sometimes, I cannot help but worship her. She's me, and I am her. I love and despise her, for I know I should probably forget about her. But I will never, and here's why.
By Bérengère Balteau4 years ago in Viva
Why do “Starting afresh” should be about a big move?
Starting afresh, what an excellent concept. I used to idealise the very idea of packing my belongings and flying away to start anew. It would always be somewhere where I knew no one, and no one knew me. And If I am being frank with you, I would always fly to New York in my fantasy. Because as a European, I have been fed with another concept: New York is where all the dreams come true. So, I will admit it, when writing this article, sitting down at my desk, in my bedroom, the same one I have slept in since my childhood, I dream of New York. I dream of feeling this starting afresh feeling.
By Bérengère Balteau4 years ago in Psyche
The Letter I will never send
Dear you, I have dreaded writing this letter, as much as I have daydreamed about you, for the past years. However, it is perhaps crazy to fear the writing of this letter because I know you will never see it, as you have no idea that I would even write it.
By Bérengère Balteau4 years ago in Fiction
