Love

Film or digital affection is the core
I have always been dissatisfied with that photo. It's a portrait photo of my grandfather. Everyone in my family said it was very good. Later, I made a porcelain engraving based on that photo, but it was far from my grandfather in my memory.
By Aaron3 years ago in Fiction
Space Junk
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. At the moment when the scream is manifesting, who 'they' are is the last thing on one’s mind. At least that was the case for Evan.
By Shamsuddin Jim Norton+*3 years ago in Fiction
Rain
Mae sat up and turned to look at both of us, "What's going on? why is Father here?" Mae asked as she looked at me, I shrugged and looked at Father before going over and sitting on the couch next to Mae. "What would make you think that I would allow you to fall in love again?" My father asked as he threw pictures onto the coffee table. I leaned over and looked at the pictures seeing Chloe and I sitting by the water that we did earlier, “why are you taking pictures of us now father?” I asked as I looked up and glanced at him. “My son, what did you think would happen.” He replied with a grin as he went over and picked the pictures up. “love will only set you back, I need you to always be going for your future.” I stood up and glared at him “what if she is my future?” I asked as I balled my hands into fists “your future cannot possibly be with a woman that is such….Level.” “What about Rachel? Her father owned an Inn, he was very successful as was she!” I shot back trying not to allow my father to notice the tears that were about to spill over. “You will be leaving in two days.” My father replies before turning and leaving.
By Lily Ann3 years ago in Fiction
Miss eventually put down
Have to say that time is really the best span in the world, some promises, a vow, after all, lost to time, memories again beautiful also can not withstand the fleeting time. Some people miss eventually have to put down...... .
By Jane Oxley3 years ago in Fiction
World United
Shawn is awakened by the laughter around him. His eyes adjust to the unidentified room and focus on unfamiliar faces. He sits up quickly and flushes with embarrassment. He immediately wonders how much he drank last night to end up… wherever he is. The room comes into focus, and Shawn realizes it’s not a room, it’s a train car. A moving train car.
By Athan3 years ago in Fiction
Memories of the Daisies
“I’m so sorry for yesterday,” Daniel whispered in my ear. He tightened his hold on my waist and leaned down further to lay his head on my shoulder as we danced.
By C.Allure Wolfe3 years ago in Fiction
Love your resume(2)
(3) A few days later, she happily asked me to go shopping with her. I was surprised that she knew my address. The moment I saw her, I was as stiff as snow and ice. I managed to turn the corners of my mouth up and smile. She blinked her eyes in puzzlement. I woke up and smiled as she began to ask me to spend the day with her. I leng leng, understand the chicken pecking rice like point nod.
By Ivan A Jaramillo3 years ago in Fiction
Moments of Clarity
Eyes fluttered open slowly, to the sickening screech of metal on metal echoing in his ears, blurring the awareness between reality and the rapidly fading dream, not knowing which had roused him from his sleep. In the haze his memory felt fuzzy. He didn’t remember boarding the train. The gentle ongoing rumble threatened to lull him back into the drowsy space between worlds, but his eyes suddenly fixed on a face in the seat in front of him: a woman with dark hair and fine features, her hazel eyes darting around anxiously above cheeks flushed with worry. Life had worn her in comparison to the memory he held in his mind, but he would have known her anywhere.
By Melissa Dorn3 years ago in Fiction
The Games of Death
“No mercy. No fear. No self-doubt. Those are the signs of a true leader.” Even in the deepest depths of sleep, my father’s words seem to find me. But he didn’t like me calling him father. I correct myself. The King’s words.
By Jane Haran3 years ago in Fiction
Made for Breaking
“It doesn’t matter what happens later. It doesn’t matter how you got here. Just think about how good you feel! You can already feel the beautiful acceleration can’t you, the vertiginous thrill running up from your toes into your groin, like taking your foot off the gas pedal and gliding over a hump in the road at top speed? It’s a feeling you haven’t felt since the old, experimental school days. It’s the feeling of true freedom Mike, of traveling past the limits of your feeble biology, escaping the police-state of worry you’ve lived in since you learned how to think. You’re free now Mike! Don’t let anything spoil this moment!”
By John Merino3 years ago in Fiction
Trainstopping
A distant shuddering movement tore him from a dreamless sleep in an instant. His eyelids felt heavy and it took them a while to defeat gravity, open fully and perceive his surroundings. He sensed something he couldn't place, a new feeling, indescribable and unfamiliar. Only after a while he noticed what it was –he felt nothing. He tried to remember the last moments before he must have fallen asleep, any indication to where he was, but there was simply nothingness. No memory of the past hours, and when he thought back further, no memory of his life, his present, his future or his dreams. He only knew that he was. He felt as if he was supposed to be looking for something, or someone.
By T R J MacGregor3 years ago in Fiction
Regardless and Forever
Gracie tried to open her eyes. Her head was throbbing and she was shaking, and the more she moved, the sicker she felt. She forced her eyes open enough to realize it was dark other than small flashes of light flickering in the windows by her head and as she laid there, she tried to clear her mind and remember where she was. She couldn’t remember anything. Finally, she turned and sat up, her head spinning for what felt like minutes. Once she was able, she looked around and saw the light was coming from a large window to her right, and the shaking hadn’t been coming from her. It was the train. She was on a moving train and had no idea why.
By Tracey King Rice3 years ago in Fiction