Love

Love Bites
“Welcome ladies and gentlemen to this week’s episode of Love Bites! The dating show for cannibals, by cannibals! Because we need love too! My name is Rich Richardson and I’ll be your host for the evening.”
By Jennifer Triplett3 years ago in Fiction
Alien Beach
Raymond’s eyelids lifted. He coughed, exhaling salt water that burned his nostrils. He lay strewn across a sailboat, its tattered sails sagged from the rusted poles. Cracked, cabin windows framed the door that hung off its hinges. Chipped, discolored paint blanketed its hull. Debris and seaweed dotted its splintered deck. Its mast bent at a sharp angle, ropes frayed and tangled, some dangling from their cleats.
By Roy Huff3 years ago in Fiction
Clean Floors
He is looking at me like he doesn't recognize me. Maybe it is my body, maybe it is my hair, maybe it is these clothes hugging my skin. Maybe it is the way my eyes no longer shatter every time his voice calls my name. And this, is something unfamiliar to him. I watch him watch me. He says nothing because that is all he knows, silence. But I want to say something. I want to say everything. Because it is what I have wanted to needed to craved to do for so long, and for the first time, he's listening.
By Micah Butterfield3 years ago in Fiction
Heads or Tales
James The coin floats in the air, suspended in its twisting. Time appears to move gradually as the winking top of a snake exchanges for the beating wings of a pigeon in an endless circle. I realize that I've committed an error.
By Seven Sky3 years ago in Fiction
"Finding love in the most unexpected places"
As the elevator doors closed and the lift began its ascent, Alex couldn't help but notice the beautiful woman standing across from him. Her name was Sarah, and she worked in the same building as him. They had never spoken before, but he had always admired her from afar.
By Krish3 years ago in Fiction
The Witch of the Harvest Moon
Alex had always felt like something was missing in his life. He had a good job, a comfortable home, and a loving family, but he couldn't shake the feeling that there was something more out there for him.
By BG3 years ago in Fiction
Bahamas.
He stood there in scruffy jeans and T-shirt with those horrible material trainer’s that turn up at the end they are so old but washed all the time; instantly I knew I didn’t like his dress sense and he was a man of poverty. So straight away I had made an assumption an assessment of him and didn’t like him either, although I hadn’t even spoken to him. He was my next door neighbours brother, Auden, doing something in her back garden.
By Dawn Earnshaw3 years ago in Fiction
Untold Love
It was a archetypal Wednesday afternoon in the baby boondocks of Riverdale. The sun was animated and the birds were singing, but for Peter, it was aloof addition day. He had consistently been a bit of a loner, never absolutely applicable in with the added kids at school. His father, John, had consistently been there for him, but they had never been decidedly close.
By Astra3 years ago in Fiction
Her Majesty
I’ve gone round to see a friend, who isn't in a good way. Poverty and drug addiction will do that to you. She doesn't look great when I turn up, and asks immediately if I'd go to the nearby pharmacy for her. This is a familiar request: ‘going to the chemist’, means picking up a pack of sterile syringes, for injecting methamphetamine. Three bucks gets you five sterile, medicalised, ‘skin-pop’ syringes of the type used by diabetics. They’re not suitable for intravenous injection, but that’s what you're given and they’re clean and sharp at least. The packs, she says, used to come with a little squeeze of sterile water and a spoon for mixing up, but they’ve stopped that now. The price didn’t go down. ‘They’re free in Britain’, I say with a shrug.
By Nick Jordan3 years ago in Fiction
Improbable Paradise - Stranded Love
Once upon a time, there was a young woman named Ava who was a successful businesswoman. She had everything she could want in life, except for one thing: adventure. She had always dreamed of going on a tropical island vacation, so when she got the opportunity to take a two-week break from work, she jumped at the chance.
By Mun Tech3 years ago in Fiction
Remember Me. Top Story - January 2023.
Matthew I hate mailboxes. In days past, they brought personal news along with bills and advertisements. A handwritten letter stimulated excitement because someone took pen and paper and conveyed their thoughts. A handwritten note represented time and effort. My Dad's generation cherished letters and saved them for decades as stored memories. Nothing good ever comes in the mailbox anymore and today was no exception.
By J. S. Wade3 years ago in Fiction
Unexpected Love
Once upon a time, on a remote tropical island in the Caribbean, there lived two people who couldn't have been more different.
By Alan Samuel3 years ago in Fiction