by Wim Beunderman | 19 Apr 23
I love playing sports. Always have done. And although I am always seeking to go beyond my limits, I am not competitive at all. Instead of competing with others, I enjoy participating with others. To me it is about connecting and engaging in something together. Anyhow,...
by Wim Beunderman | 13 Mar 23
Baboom baboom baboom … the sound of feet landing on a forest track. Huh huh huh huh … the sound of heavy breathing. It was 7 o’clock on a Sunday morning. Stephanie had been running for about ten minutes at a steady cadence, and with every step, she sank...
by Wim Beunderman | 12 Dec 22
PrologueThis is the story of two lovers, Aerwyna Kernow and Lowen Carey. Both have been wounded by events that took place in the past. Both are endeavouring to overcome and transcend the hardships they encounter and are moving steadily forward on the path to love and...
by Wim Beunderman | 24 Aug 22
For the fifth time in a row, Yasemin had woken up at around five o’clock in the morning. Today, she decided to get out of bed right away instead of lying on her back with her eyes wide open, waiting for the first rays of the morning sun to slowly light up the room....
by Wim Beunderman | 20 Jun 22
Lying still in the dark, his eyes were of little use to him, but his sense of touch and his hearing became all the keener. He heard the sound of someone breathing and felt something soft brushing against his cheek. Despite the unfamiliar surroundings, he felt lovely...
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