L. M. Rapp

My short stories rise from a mysterious, quiet inner place. Like images passing from a train window, they disappear quickly but leave an impression behind.

Writing without constraints means facing the vertigo of the blank page. Yet a word, a theme, a rule can spark the flame. When imagination surrenders to chance and detours, the story is born — unexpected yet coherent.

Born from a writing game, “Cacao” is a brief, uncanny tale where an inn, a crow, a dagger, and cocoa intertwine in mystery. Will you also take up the writing challenge?

Watching Miraï, our dog, sniffing a tuft of weeds with meticulous focus, I felt the urge to understand her better.

Eels, rats, cockroaches and Tim… A short story