Brussels Nerds' Creative Writing Club

Last Saturday Paula turned 39. She didn’t go dancing with her friends. She didn’t leave for a fancy holiday at the sea. She didn’t have bi...

« What does your father do for a living ? » the teacher asked. The child didn’t answer. The teacher thought the child was dumb; in fact, sh...

There they go again. Every day at precisely half past seven in the evening I hear the couple upstairs having sex. Brutally. Like the world w...

The radio is passing that song “ Ne me quitte pas ” it implores. Laying down on my terrace I can observe the autumn leaves  com...

Dear friend, how are you? I’m good, I’m good. Don’t worry too much, I’m good. I eat every day, and yes, I can drink milk. I don’t feel...

Julia arrived late in the morning. She slammed the door; then looked at me looking at her; then apologised. Julia was never late or at least...

I have no reason not to answer the door, so I answer the door. ‘Hello, is James in?’ ‘No sorry, James is not in. In fact, he’ll ne...