Love
Words Through a Vent
If Lauren hadn’t gone back for her comb, her world would still be vertical, not slanting horribly sideways. She clutched at the door of the stall with a shaky hand and held her stomach with the other, hoping to keep down the bile trying to explode to the surface. The only thing stopping her from giving into the tilt and collapsing on the public toilet floor was the realization she would hit the public toilet first. Someone had neglected to flush it.
By D. L. Lewellyn3 years ago in Fiction
'Stances
I was excited when the call came through. My heart skipped a very fine beat, but I steadied myself for the worse, hoping for the best. I knew that time would reveal all the secrets being kept from me. There was never a moment where some doubt crept into my mind, wondering over and over again if this was the right thing for me. I still moved forward with a smile and a laugh that masked my innermost feelings. Some days, my emotions fell upon my face and sat there for everyone to see and everyone did see. They knew when to play with me and then they knew when I was not in the mood.
By Susan Downs3 years ago in Fiction
A lonely young girl growing up in Riyadh finds solace in imagining a romance with a fictional princess
Baba’s name was Mohammed Ali, and Mama’s was Sadiqa. I got used to our peculiar life in Riyadh. It wasn’t like anyone else’s; we weren’t like anyone else. Our apartment had just two rooms, without even a formal sitting room; the outer door opened onto the room that was my playroom and Mama’s cooking space, our dining room and bathroom, and the second door in the inner wall led to our bedroom and TV and the legless plastic wardrobes with their cloth covers that zipped closed. This was what people found if they got lost and came knocking on our door: me and Mama, in the very heart of our daily life.
By Diane Dora3 years ago in Fiction
