Love
Waiting for the Sun
Jack doesn’t love me anymore. I’m not saying this simply because he stopped saying it. There are other ways to tell. Like the way he creates distance between us. He calls me now and then, but we never see each other more than once a week. That might not bother some people, but it infuriates me. Other times, I’m consumed with sadness. When I was sick five months ago, he sent me a box of chocolate-covered Oreos wrapped in red ribbon, but he never came to see me. Is that love? In the beginning, he played the song “Perfect” by Ed Sheeran while we sat in his parked car. He used to grin a lot and say things like, “We finally found each other,” and “You really are the perfect girl.”
By Jennifer M. Ward3 years ago in Fiction
Spaghetti Family part two
I killed it. I killed the damn recycling bin that came to life and I smashed it to pieces with my bare hands. Robin was absolutely horrified and going through a panic attack, so I held him after I left and threw away the remains of the once singing monster teacher thing in the dumpster.
By Melissa Ingoldsby3 years ago in Fiction
Post-Universe Clarity
An entire universe had ended, only to be reborn in others. People, places, things, all scattered about and mixed throughout the multiverse. It had not been so clean as the party had envisioned it to be - the forces of the multiverse at large were swayed little - and yet so very much - by actions in one. Yet somehow, after it was all said and done, things had gone back to an almost jarring amount of regularity. He, his ship, and his crew; all were back where they belonged. Back to their home universe. Back to the seas that they had made and lost fortunes sailing. As if it had never happened.
By Bastian Falkenrath3 years ago in Fiction
Spaghetti Family
Waking up to his warmth, his crackly, slightly annoyed voice telling us, come on guys, get the day started already—- (the one I tease him about because I know he is not a morning person) I let his head lay on my chest a moment while I look out the window.
By Melissa Ingoldsby3 years ago in Fiction
Waking up to Nothing
Chapter 1 I’m not entirely sure when it happened but I was knocked out. Either that or I was about to die before waking up here. My head pounded fiercely and the glare from the sun only increased it. I took in what little of my surroundings I could through the windshield, noticing I was alone in my car on the freeway. I should have panicked. I should have believed I was in some sort of accident and lost all consciousness, but when I saw the freeway was filled with vacant and destroyed cars, something inside me jolted to life and I reacted. Sweat pooled at my brows, and an uncomfortable tingle started at the crown of my head, making its way down to my toes. I wiggled them to make the feeling go away. My body ached everywhere as I reached into the backseat to grab my backpack. It bothered me that I could remember something so simple as the location of my backpack but nothing related to what happened to me before now.
By Troi McAdory 3 years ago in Fiction
If I Tie U Down by Stephanie Van Orman
Wedding Day - Shannon I stayed over at my parents’ house the night before the wedding. All the girls stayed with me, and though there were many jokes, most of them were merely in the form of unusual lingerie. When I woke up, I immediately went to make sure no one had written on my face that night. No one had, which was good, because I had had it with ink pranks.
By Stephanie Van Orman3 years ago in Fiction









