Love
Average Joe & The Angel
Prologue Anjelica Harris narrates I was late. I had flown in direct from Washington DC, leaving at first light and landed in Conrad, MT, mid morning. I called a cab which got me to the church almost in time, which was completely packed, with every single seat taken for the funeral service. That was only to be expected, of course, Joe Harris was always the most popular man in town, and everybody in this close-knit community wanted to see him off on his final journey.
By Tony Spencer3 years ago in Fiction
The Death of Hope
Briny waves crash up against the limestone cliffs as the ocean rolls in. The tide is high, and a massive thunderstorm is approaching fast. A young man and woman walk along the familiar and well-worn path, talking and laughing like they did when they were children. They stand atop a six-hundred-foot tall formation that bulges three hundred and fifty feet out into the ocean from the coast of Ireland. There is a forest of Scots pine, yew, and ash at the inland edge, secluding the plateau with a physical and magical boundary. The roof of her family manor is just visible over the treetops, but this is their place.
By Maia Gadwall the metAlchemist3 years ago in Fiction
"Love is Blind" !
love is a strong and positive emotional and mental State. Love is just not only an attraction but the intensity of the feeling of hollowness. Love is a great resourceful state like our other states of mind, but it is the thing that can generate intense pleasure and as well as intense pain in our lives.
By Santanu Ghosh3 years ago in Fiction
The Samhain Chronicles: Ch. 16
As Danny walked back to his chambers, huddled once more in the blanket Mother Abigail had given him, he avoided speaking to the other nuns he passed. Nothing could prevent him, however, from hearing the whispers circulating around him as he walked by. One snippet of conversation between two of the younger sisters made him pause in his tracks and listen in. He knew eavesdropping was rude, but his curiosity temporarily outweighed his sense of decorum.
By Natalie Gray3 years ago in Fiction
Tinder
I have never been one to search for a significant other online. I have also never been one to go out to bars or parties much. As adults it’s harder to meet new people. When you’re a teenager you meet people at school, go to roller rinks, skate parks, arcades, all kinds of places. As an adult you mainly meet new people at work, a bar, a party, or online. I try my best to keep my love life and work life separate, so I turned to tinder. Setting up my profile was super easy. For my name I wrote “Penny Rose”, short for Penelope Rose. I allowed my profile to show that I'm 24 years old, and live in a town called Willow Falls. For the little description of me I wrote "I'm here because I don't get out much. Trying to meet new people and explore new things." Than I uploaded three selfies that I thought best showed off my hazel eyes and short, curly, red hair. The concept of the app seemed pretty simple. Swipe left if you're not interested in the person it shows you, swipe right if you are. The first couple of guys shown to me seemed pretty basic, not really my type. Than I swiped onto a profile that showed a picture of a mans chest. The name on the profile was SM. The description said "The SM stands for Squirt Master. Get ready to squirt like you never have before. If you've never squirted before, I'll make you squirt 10 times. I don't do relationships. Only swipe right if you're looking for a satisfying night." My eyes started watering, and I laughed uncontrollably for about five minutes. A couple swipes to the left later, I seen a guy flexing so hard in his photo that it looked like he was trying to take a hard poop. The uncontrollable laughter started again. Finally, a guy who caught my attention popped up. His name was Mason. Mason was 26 years old, has bright blue eyes, a cute smile, short light brown hair, and lives about 20 minutes away in a town called Huckleberry. I swiped right, it was a match. What seemed like only seconds later, I received a message from Mason saying “Hello there beautiful! What are you doing on here?” I replied “Just meeting new people, how about you?” “I’m doing the same thing. How is someone as beautiful as you single?” “I guess I just haven’t found someone that I connect with.” Mason and I spent the rest of the night talking about our dreams, goals, and priorities. Right before falling asleep, we added each other on Snapchat. I didn’t notice Mason had sent me a selfie on Snapchat that said “goodnight beautiful” until I woke up the next day. Waking up to that made me smile, and even blush a little. I sent a selfie back that said “good morning handsome.” Three minutes later I received another picture from Mason. This time it was a selfie of a woman that said “this is his wife.” Mixed emotions of embarrassment, anger, and a little bit of sadness flowed through me. Than I explained to his wife how I had met Mason on tinder, and that I had no idea he was married. Apparently I wasn’t the only person she had caught Mason flirting with.
By Jasmine Rose3 years ago in Fiction
CAPTIVATED
"Come on, Nova, we would sit with them," Amelia said when I closed the dorm doors. "I know you would, but I am tired as fuck, and classes start tomorrow, which is why we need to get a good night's sleep and be prepared," I told them, sounding like my own mom, but I did not care. My belly was full, and I was ready to go to sleep.
By Alexandra Rakayová3 years ago in Fiction
CAPTIVATED
The first few days on the campus were exhausting but, at the same time, exciting. I love how it is situated, and I also learned that football is taken very seriously here. When I found out about this, the only thing that came to my mind was my dad and Nathan, my older brother. They were telling me about football and this university, but I couldn't remember what because I was also reading my book at that time.
By Alexandra Rakayová3 years ago in Fiction
CAPTIVATED
I have always felt like I do not belong anywhere. I suppose it was because I didn't have friends in high school or elementary school. Kids were mean, and the high schoolers were even meaner. They constantly make fun of me because of my eyes or my hair. You pick. I can assure you they did it.
By Alexandra Rakayová3 years ago in Fiction
