SHORT STORIES by Mika Carvalho
It all started with a loving kiss, a shy smile, and it would end with the same kind of love but this time with tears.
But she waited... In vain.
Every April the town of Laval, in north-western France, becomes the capital of virtual reality. Visitors can explore different worlds and tap into other dimensions during this five-day exhibition at the Salle Polyvalente. There are many different attractions on offer, from games to simulators and interactive music. In previous years, the event has also featured a giant aquarium and interactive kayaking. Please note that the three first days of the festival are open to professionals only. When :7 - 11 Apr 2010 Where : Laval, France Website:http://www.laval-virtual.org/ .
21 Digital Magazine __ Libertas
As the first words were being spoken, the woman realized from the bitterness of male voice that it was the end. And then the first tears came, and called the others, and she burst into tears. The male figure tried to bolster the tears and sadness, but how could he do it if inside he was as sad as she? Hours were passing by and loneliness entered the place. The man stood up and began to put on his military uniform again. The war was waiting for him, and perhaps would have him forever. Could the girl stand it? The pain and the loss of the uncertain return? With tears in their eyes, they kissed once again, and with those same tears he left. Leaving her with the tenderness of an uncertain love.
Laval Virtual
n°8...Art
Hands were slowly touching each other, along with the syrupy rhythm of the music. Eyes intertwined, and the mouths completing themselves, like they need each other. A hand came down; passing-by the female silhouette dancing to the rhythm, the other hand smoothed the silky blond hair of the woman. The two bodies were coming closer together; they had the perfect complement to each other. Two silhouettes becoming one, a single body. Last night was the last dance they would dance together, but she barely knew. He slowly pulled the woman’s silk dress and she did the same with his new military uniform, and they loved like never before. They kissed tenderly with love. With each passing hour, time was running out, it was necessary to tell the truth, to say goodbye. But how to say something so terrible that could break one’s heart? ... It was necessary.
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