Entrelesnuages : Writing

Amelia

Amelia

A Poem by Entrelesnuages


Amelia doesn’t write her words down but there are still stories at her fingertips. The words that emerge from..
Almost

Almost

A Poem by Entrelesnuages


So it seems I’ve gone and grown up in spite of myself. It seems wrong to be..
Murder on the Oriental Express

Murder on the Oriental Express

A Book by Entrelesnuages


This is a shortish mystery. I've never actually read Murder on the Orient Express but this from a journal I kept in India where all the entries have t..
A pickpocket's playground

A pickpocket's playground

A Chapter by Entrelesnuages


A blustery night. Gusts of wind are blowing raindrops everywhere soaking the crowd to the bone. I have a case of waiting for me in Lucknow and hope t..
The serpent's song

The serpent's song

A Chapter by Entrelesnuages


Henry Miller. 5'2''. Officially dead as of 5 minutes ago. Given the size of the wound the compartment is surprisingly clean. The corpse was found spr..
A note to die for

A note to die for

A Chapter by Entrelesnuages


Stopped. When I arrived at the desk to report my missing bag they informed me while would be moving soon the overall arrival time would be delayed lo..
A Date with Danger

A Date with Danger

A Chapter by Entrelesnuages


I spend the rest of the day compiling a list of passengers with the initials JL and conducting fruitless interviews. Frustrated I returned to my cabi..
The hand that feeds you

The hand that feeds you

A Chapter by Entrelesnuages


Frozen. The moment thereafter seems static. Infinite. And it speeds up. Sprinting down the corridor. Windows whizzing by on either side of me. My fee..
Larger than life

Larger than life

A Chapter by Entrelesnuages


The next morning I go through his drawers finally pulling out a striped linen shirt over my head. "Good morning" says my companion, already dressed, ..

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