Edition Gold Why Have I Been Turned Away?: A Collection of Short Stories - Adventure Story

*Sometimes writers are seen as artists, idea-makers or just troublemakers. Nevertheless, it's very rare for us to remain indifferent in front of a text, because reading is the nature of man.
This collection of short stories brings together only those that have taken part in literary competitions. They were all selected by the jury, which was made up of seasoned professionals. Participation was anonymous and very well organised.
However, I was not published. Why were my writings rejected by the reading committees?***ADVENTURE: "What are we doing to help him? What am I doing for her?
I killed my friends. They did not suffer. I prepared my murders meticulously.
I've known my friends for 30 years. I laughed with them. I cried with them. I played with them. They trusted me." THE DAWN OF JACQUES: "Jacques is already wearing his favourite leather gloves. He has also disinfected the entire bathroom with bleach after dyeing his hair raven black. His long hair makes him look like a hooligan. He glances out of the window again. She still hasn't come out. She usually goes running at this time of day. She's training for the Morat-Fribourg race." THE GAME: "If all children were like them, it would be wonderful to be a parent. They'd never complain or break anything. But these little angels are so rare. What a shame!
I scratch the top of my left leg before descending the few steps that separate me from the cupboard. The muscles are aching again. Yesterday I made the mistake of playing a game of tennis against my old friend. I have to admit that he's much stronger than I am." ANNA'S TWO-FACED GAME: "The alarm goes off. It's 6:30 in the morning. She's probably having a shower after her daily run. She's bought a new bar of soap to pamper her autumn-coloured skin. Her hazel eyes remind me of my mother's." DUTY: "I must leave quickly. I must flee before the French gendarmerie arrives. I must flee from this unhealthy and inappropriate environment for an ex-convict. I've got to get out the English way, through the garage door, so as to dodge the next-door neighbours' surveillance cameras.
I have to escape justice and the courts by any means necessary. I'm a repeat offender in the eyes of metropolitan law. I have to avoid the police and the intervention brigade. I must leave this French-speaking, European nation." THE DEPTH OF THE SOUL: "Is it possible to really know someone? If I'm asking myself this question right now, it's because I'm staring at them all, without exception, because I'm bored stiff. Before leaving for work, I left my paperback book on the glass table in the living room, because I hate reading in bed.
Eventually, you start to remember some of the faces, then all of them. I immediately notice the tourists who have chosen a hotel on the outskirts or the young person who has started a job. Today, there are only regulars. They are sitting on the benches of the metro, scrawled with slogans, which links the working-class districts to the city centre. I like the city centre because there are so many charming little shops and boutiques." MY THOUGHTS: "*I wear "a social mask" to hide my emotional wounds. There are many people who hide their true nature because they are ashamed of the way they look in other people's eyes. Is it a crime?
*I love her so much!"