Love
A Nightmare turned into Serenity!
A week ago, Standall, a high school student, was returning home late at night, humming tunes of old folklore music. All of a sudden, he put brakes on his bicycle because he saw a trail of Blood trickling down the empty dark street, illuminated only by a single street lamp.
By Syeda Ayesha Arshad3 years ago in Fiction
Fresh Fruit with a Rotten Taste
We drove up the snowy, winding road towards the cozy A-frame cabin. He wanted some quality time. It was his idea to rent this cabin and drive up the mountain in the middle of nowhere. And yet, here I am driving while he’s asleep in the passenger seat as we traverse this darkest country road. As I was moving forward, I saw brief glimpses of beauty all around me but it all fades into lost memories within seconds. Me, I have never truly been able to really figure out where life begins and where it ends, where I begin and where he ends. Like a snowflake, the memories melt as soon as they touch my skin. I don’t want to think it, but I know there is rot inside me. I don’t even know the man sitting next to me anymore. He’s lost to me. I don’t even know who the father of my child is anymore. Where did this all go wrong for me, why has God forsaken me. I look to the sky and I try to pray. I ask God to bless my mind and fill it with Christian thoughts, but the devil has a strong pull. “Idle hands” as they say, but that doesn’t mean anything at the end of this rope. The umbilical cord around my neck like a noose guiding me up to the burning heavens. Or maybe its just another hot flash. I wonder if my baby is as poisoned with Satan’s seed as my mind has been fondled by his hands. If I crash this car, if I just let go and close my eyes.. Is my baby doomed for hell? Am I the reason for it? Or will it all be forgiven and will this child within me be allowed past the golden gates of his grace.
By Geena-Maria van Dijk3 years ago in Fiction
A New Path
We drove up the snowy, winding road towards the cozy A-frame cabin. I’ve been dancing between multiple realities for some time now. Potential places, potential partners, potential jobs. The beautiful thing about nothing being decided, is the wide, open door to infinite possibilities. There was a time that I used to cling to having to know everything, what the future holds, but this was an unexciting life that I lived, a depressing one that always lead to disappointment, because as long as I am alive, I cannot know what will happen, unless I live a complete lie. We passed snow topped pine trees, fallen pine cones along the way. Nature has a way of awakening all of my senses, I find it orgasmic really, nature, as it is, so simple, so miraculous. The closer we got to the cabin, the stronger the urge became to hold his hand, to lean into him from the other side of the car, but I resisted. I didn’t know what his reaction would be, after all, we have been just friends, I mean, we just recently met, and I’m practicing not moving so fast with others.
By Macy Mystique3 years ago in Fiction
Christmas at the Cabin
We drove up the snowy, winding road towards the cozy A-frame cabin. The A-frame was much bigger than I’d expected, tucked back from the road with twinkling lights beckoning us towards it through the massive windows. I can’t help but feel small and watched as we park. The driveway is filled with shiny, new looking cars that make my 2000 Jeep look particularly shabby in comparison. Jay gets out as soon as I put the car in park, halfway to the back before I can even comprehend his door has closed.
By Abby Jacobsen3 years ago in Fiction
A Time To Say Goodbye
We drove up the snowy, winding road towards the cozy A-frame cabin. It was a trip we had made so many times before, but we both knew that this would be the last time. It wasn’t because we were having marital issues, far from it. It had been more than fifty years since Sarah and I said our vows and I’m very confident when I say that we loved each other even more on that last trip than we did then. The truth is that cancer is no respecter of love or marriage. It was the big “C” that was taking her from me.
By Altum Veritas3 years ago in Fiction
Dysphoria part four
It has now been a two full months of being, I’d say, best friends with Shrignold and we have been seeing each other practically every weekend and after our jobs or duties are done, we call one another or see each other for dinner. He’s seen my place many times for dinner and just to hang out, but I have never been to his place yet. We did not bring up the subject of the special one again since that day, but it was a subject that I didn’t want to hear about anymore anyway. I just wanted to be with my best friend, and have fun with him.
By Melissa Ingoldsby3 years ago in Fiction
Dysphoria part three
Shrignold gives me a sampling of some of his large plates, and we laugh and have a great meal together. It is the best night of my life and I don’t want it to end. I can tell he doesn’t want it to end either because I already paid the bill(I offered and he graciously accepted), and we are just drinking coffee and talking, and I’m still thinking of when he touched my hand.
By Melissa Ingoldsby3 years ago in Fiction
