Love

Endless Love
She didn't know what she had to do to get to know him or if her mother had strategically placed him there, but what she did know now that he had passed is she not only needed to get his number, but she also had to get out of her head and touch the seal before she passed it completely. Luckily, in the nick of time she remembered to place her kissed hand on the seal, she then took off after this stranger that she didn't know but wanted to etch into her brain and never forget. He hadn't gone too far, and she was confused when she reached him because he was right in front of the building she was heading to.
By DawsonSmallson4 years ago in Fiction
Endless Love
After everyone had finished their drinks, they all headed towards the condo. Although, Lyla and Alex headed in a different direction, because Lyla had not forgotten the motorcycle sitting in the campus parking lot awaiting its riders' return. Lyla waited for Alex to start up the bike so he could follow her home. They both took off in the direction of the condo; Lyla was feeling exhilarated because she had just invited a boy to stay with her, and one she had just met that day. She had to pull herself out of her own mind because she realized she had momentarily lost Alex and was speeding, so she slowed down until she spotted the headlight on his motorcycle, then continued driving like a model citizen.
By DawsonSmallson4 years ago in Fiction
One way to hope
March 20th 2002, it was a beautiful, sunny day in Manhattan, New York. On this sunny day a beautiful baby boy was born and given the name, “Dean.” The nurses told Dean's parents that their baby was one of the happiest they had in the hospital in years. You might be wondering why they would say that, but the reason was because Dean was one of the first babies who was smiling after birth, it wasn't common which was a shock to Dean's parents. Dean's upbringing was what any child growing up would wish for. His parents loved him, took him out to many places, and everything he wanted, he got. Now this might seem like what a typical “spoiled kid” is but to Dean’s parents, Ahmed and May he was their pride and joy. Their family estate was beautiful, it had marble flooring, wood furniture and had two studies. Dean’s parents were successful lawyers who had a good reputation in New York. Dean was always a cheery child who always had a smile on his face. He loved to play outside and play sports. That was up until a tragic day which dated, January 9th 2008. His family home burnt down into flames. As Dean and his family were evacuating the home he saw a tall, black figure standing near the door that looked like it was hysterically laughing. This not only made Dean scared but somewhat curious to what this weird figure could be. After Dean and his parents had gotten situated into a new estate, Dean told his parents about what he had seen that day. Dean’s parents sat there with a unsure look on their faces. They asked Dean if that was truly what he had seen on that day. Dean was sure that was what he had seen on that day. Ever since then his life as a normal kid was gone. He started seeing figures that didn't look human. He would ask his parents if they would see what he was seeing as well but his parents were not seeing what he would. His parents thought it was a trauma response due to the house burning down so they took him to a therapist to run some tests. Test results showed that he was fine and extremely healthy with no physiological issues. Dean's parents were stumped; they didn't know what they were supposed to do for their kid. Their last resort was just to pray and hope for the best. Wherever dean went he always saw these figures attached to people left and right, and they would sometimes attach to dean himself. Dean was scared but didn't want to make a scene so he didn't say anything. Dean decided that he wanted to put matters into his own hands so he could not only help himself, but his parents. Dean is now 8 years old, it had been two difficult years for Dean, he was thinking about ways to help himself; An idea popped into Dean's head. It was to note down all of the suspicious activities and common things these spirits would do. But first, Dean needed to confirm if what he was seeing were actually spirits and how to tell the good from the bad. Dean grabbed the notebook on his desk, which had his favorite color on it, blue. He grabbed a pencil and started writing down some of the stuff he had noticed. “Some spirits are different colors which show what sort of personality they have. Some of them look different than others, but sometimes the looks can be deceiving so I need to take a look at their behavior.” Dean jotted down. The next day Dean asked his parents if he could go visit an internet cafe. Of course with Dean being his parents' pride and joy they said yes. Dean got ready, grabbed his bag and went to the internet cafe. As Dean was walking he picked up that the spirits would either attach to people whose personality matched theirs or would attach to anyone who suited their fancy. Dean continued his research for another 4 years; he had gathered not only information from himself but from others. Dean had started messaging and sending emails to people who have been experiencing the same. He took all of this information and decided that he was going to start exterminating these spirits with the power of hope. He took much time out of his daily life to pray, read and memorize spells to heart; and in just a year he had accomplished his goal. At thirteen Dean started receiving modeling contracts from large companies. Dean wasn't exactly unattractive. He had brown thick hair, tanned skin, he was surprisingly tall and fit beauty standards perfectly. Dean rejected all of these contracts to fulfill his dreams, which was to get rid of all of these evil spirits ruining the lives of innocent people. Dean started searching on the internet for abandoned hotspots with paranormal activity. Dean had been thinking about how spirits are good at persuasion so he decided to bring a pair of headphones and play music to flush the voices out. Dean had already arrived at the area where people had claimed there was suspicious activity. He started walking around the area, as Dean recalled he said it smelled like “Rotten meat”. Dean continued walking; then he started hearing strange noises. He turned around to see a spirit charging at him. He started to recite his spells as a test and seemingly it worked. The spirit disintegrated in front of Dean’s eyes. Dean continued to practice and go to these abandoned areas but after a year of continuous work Dean fell into a depressive state. He would always question his abilities, or why he was doing this. Dean didn't know what to do anymore; it felt like he was trapped inside of himself with no hope at all. Of course his parents were there to help him through it all but he still felt like he was missing something. Dean quoted “They’re growing tired of me, and all the things I don't talk about”. No one knew what he meant by that. Maybe it was the guilt he was feeling from hiding these dangerous acts from his parents, or maybe the spirits were getting to his head. Dean was in this sort of state for two years, from ages fourteen to sixteen years old. Those two years were the hardest years in Dean’s life. Dean described it to feel like it was a burning hill wherever he would go; burning his feet and body leaving him in unbearable pain. He also stated that he lost a lot of weight due to him being in so much pain. Dean was stumped during this time of his life but the only thing he could do was hope he would get better. Dean did in fact start becoming happier, but not in the sense you would think. Dean thinks his only purpose in this world is to get rid of these spirits; that is his only goal. As soon as Dean was able to go back and exterminate all these spirits. Dean was slowly but surely getting recognized by the media for doing such dangerous “stunts” at such a young age. Dean didn't think of what he was doing as stunts but as something that brought him joy. Dean was taken in for interviews, asking him about why and how he got into doing things like this. Dean wasn't afraid to tell people about what he had gone through to see spirits and why his life goal was to exterminate them. A few months after Dean’s first interview he met a woman named Shahd after going out for dinner. Dean saw her and something instantly clicked for him, he knew he wanted to be close to her, Dean walked up to Shahd and striked conversation with her. It turned out they had much in common. They quickly became close friends not letting anything come between them. You could say they were best friends but Dean felt like Shahd was something much more than a friend. Dean always felt happy and at ease with Shahd it was unusual, Dean didn't know what this feeling was. At this point Dean couldn't imagine a future without Shahd; this is where Dean had realized he was in love with Shahd. Dean was scared to tell Shahd, so many thoughts were running through Dean’s head. What if Shahd would reject him? What if Shahd thought that Dean wasn't good enough for her? Dean decided that he would take a deep breath and say what he needed to say. Dean grabbed his phone and texted Shahd, “Hey, can we go for dinner tomorrow at six?” Shahd answered “Sure, lol where?” Dean tapping his phone responded, “It's a surprise be sure to dress nice though.” Dean turned his phone off waiting for a response from Shahd. Dean flopped down onto his bed which smelled like laundry detergent, staring at the ceiling Dean fell asleep. Dean woke up feeling all sweaty not knowing how long he had slept for. He checked his phone seeing tons of missed calls and texts from Shahd. Dean calls shahd back, Shahd picks up the phone immediately. “Hey! what happened you weren't answering any of my calls or texts I was worried to death!” Dean responded “Sorry I just fell asleep.” Shahd let out a sigh of relief. “Thank goodness, now what time will you be picking me up tomorrow?” Dean responded saying “Five, make sure to be ready.” Dean ended the call with a large grin on his face. Then he remembered the real reason he was calling Shahd to the restaurant, Dean started to worry. The same thoughts were going through Dean's head over and over again. Dean took a deep breath and stepped over to his closet to pick out something to wear. He took out an expensive looking suit that his parents had bought him earlier as well as a pair of dress shoes. He laid them out on his bed and was regretting his choices already, but Dean needed to be the bigger person and focus on his goal for tomorrow. Dean went and took a shower then went to bed. The next morning Dean woke up and took a shower, got dressed then got his hair done. By now it was already four thirty, now he had to go pick up Shahd. Dean unlocked his car then sat inside, fastened his seatbelt then started to drive. Dean arrived at Shahd's home. Dean texted Shahd that he was waiting outside. Dean watched the front door open, Shahd coming out in a beautiful flowy blue dress. Dean unlocked the car and as she stepped inside the car they immediately started conversation. They talked the whole way there, laughing and having fun. Once they arrived at the restaurant Dean went and opened the car door for Shahd, as Shahd stepped out of the car Dean nervously took her hand and walked inside the restaurant. As Shahd and Dean sat down at their table the waiter came and asked them if they would like any drinks. They politely declined. Dean told Shahd that he had something to tell her. Shahd asked him what was up; Dean started stuttering and choking on his words but Shahd took his hand and told Dean that she was there to listen to him. Dean finally spat out the words that he was dreading to say, “I’m in love with you!” Shahd laughed “That's what you were trying to say?” Dean looked back up at her flushed, “So? What about you? How do you feel about me?” Dean asked. Still laughing, Shahd told Dean “Of course, I love you too.” This was how Dean met his wife. Dean still continued on with his career of exterminating spirits but only when needed.
By arjoon4 years ago in Fiction
Love and vampires
“Who’s there?” he demanded, and my heart sped up. He did not sound happy. “Answer me!” I was out of time. Gathering myself, I sprung at the lock, hearing a curse behind me. With a vicious twist I turned it and the knob at the same time, spilling myself out into the corridor with my momentum, just as a chunk of wood came flying off the doorframe.
By Teresa Federici4 years ago in Fiction
Snapshots
September 2010. We walked alone in Leederville. Rori was drunk. I don’t think she’s ever been drunk before. The last glimmers of rain on the pavement are lit up by the streetlights, and I felt like we were walking through a dreamscape. All down Vincent Street we joked about how grown-up it felt to get free wine at a gallery opening without getting asked for our IDs. Such rebels. To be fair, we were practically adults anyway. My sister turned a blind-eye, she was cool like that. Thanked us both for coming, Rori asked her about the photograph of the cowboy dressed in blue.
By Richard Grant4 years ago in Fiction
A Stef in the Right Direction: Chapter 1
Stephanie never expected her unassuming, long-distance virtual boyfriend Timothy to just show up unannounced, especially since they had an entire ocean between them. But he was in her city now, whether she was ready for it or not, and she would have to figure out what she really wanted in life… among other things like kissing, flirting, and what not to wear on dates.
By Marie Sinadjan4 years ago in Fiction
You Are Worth Fighting For
If the world was ending, then at least he had this. He knew that it was stupid to hope, and selfish to think that something could actually change and that his life was a tragedy waiting to happen, but if it were truly the end of days, then he would take anything over this. Anything that brought him the moment where he could hold her hand, kiss her lips, see those beautiful blue eyes looking up at him with adoration. Everything, in all its glory.
By Gloria Michael 4 years ago in Fiction
The Secrets of How Love Works?
Love! Words come to halt when we start talking about it. It is something so strong and unexplainable. It knows nothing but to love. The Language of love is our feelings. Yes, my readers, it's nothing but our feelings. Love is what makes us in love. Don't know what to say about love!
By nax john4 years ago in Fiction
The fat and the skinny
At a railroad station on the Nikolaevsky railroad, two friends met, one fat, the other skinny. The fat man had just finished lunch at the station, his lips were still oily and shiny, like ripe cherries, and he smelled of white wine and fragrant orange blossoms. The skinny man had just gotten off the carriage, straining to carry boxes, parcels and cardboard boxes, smelling of ham and coffee grounds. Behind him, a lean woman with a long chin probes, his wife, and a tall high school student with one eye squinted, his son.
By sissytisha4 years ago in Fiction
The Painter:
She’d been waiting her entire life for an apology. The unsaid words writhed in the silence of years from sunrise to sunset, an open wound treated with resentment. She wondered if death would eventually bring the solace she sought from this Purgatory of moments without end.
By Magdelene D.D.4 years ago in Fiction
Brought Upon Us
Like many things I can't help but think of what used to be, how easy everything was. How we took for granted the simple tasks of of our daily life's that now can only serve as a reminder of what once was and will never be again. Pondering the existence of the past leads nowhere good anymore just a blanket of emotion that if your not careful will slowly fill you with sorrow that brings tears to any know person. You must know one and one thing only, never move at night, and if you do pray to every God imaginable because you will die, no other way around it. No one has ever seen a Zany and lived, I can hear all the cries of agony, as these fuckers, in faint whispering laughs tear a person limp from limp. The streets Look like Brick roads even though in reality it is the blood of the people who once loved, and saw joy in the life we all had created for each other. For me to be alive now is luck and luck alone, Those of us who are Left we Live in small groups to Avoid Being tracked We don't Quite know why but I've seen to many large groups taken out from my spot over looking what was once a beautiful town to really be to upset at the solidarity and nitpickiness of being stuck with just one person for months on end. God she's lucky I love her Only Reason I fight to live in a World where everyone is the jester and the king sees you fit for execution. The sad thing about Living in a world of deadhead Zany's is Laughter only reminds us of carnage and loss. Many have tried to find a way to annihilate the stupid fuckers to no avail. They only attack at night and with such speed and ferocity no Amount of men have stood a chance. Not even all the worlds military's where prepared for such an invasion. I imagine I'm one of only a million people left on earth, And that count was made four years ago so by now more than half have perished. The sad truth is the people themselves, at a point we needed to be together most would slit a neighbors throat for a slice a bread and two drops of water. Desperate times lead to a chaos that has yet to subside, and given the climate of what our world is who can blame a person that knows tomorrow will never be guaranteed. As the days have turned to months, and months into years, I cant help but get lost in these thoughts more and more often. Supplies have become more of a struggle to get so hunger is a good way to stop yourself from over thinking. With it only being noon I think ill stop writing now and see if Alex wants to go on a scouting mission for food. Hopefully we get lucky this time, if not it's dandelion and rabbit jerky soup for dinner. The Scouting mission was one of our most successful yet, we'll be set for at least the next week, my hunting definitely has improved, considering the first time I shot a rabbit it got splatted to the moon and back. One of the few times I've heard Alex Laugh, although for only a slip second, I would give anything for her to have the joy brought back into her eyes as it did then. Without the bright light of having her in my life this world would have grown cold long ago, although still chilly she is a fire that warms my souls and forces me to survive. Night time is about to be upon us so I'll have to leave is here for now, Alex if for some reason you see this, I love you........
By Tyler Gravison4 years ago in Fiction
Whatever direction we choose,
"Tommaso, I am here now, I am in front of you, and if you want, I will be here forever." "I can't do this any longer. I loved you for years, Marla. I loved you in the darkest hours of your worst days; you could not love me in the brightest moments of my best days. Marla, I have learned there is more to my life than being in love with you. I will never be able to tell you how challenging this transformation has been. I was so in love with you for so many years; it had come to define me. Looking back, I realize that I was not sure what was real and what were dreams when it came to you. I was lost in love with you. You were ever-present. You were inside of me all the time. For so long, all I ever wanted was to feel your soft skin under my lips. Each time I looked at you, I would hold on to it all. I was filled with you. Everything about you had bled into me. I was addicted to you. You invaded and starred in my dreams nightly. Each night in dreams, you were more real than you were in real life. There were days I yearned to sleep to escape real life with you and return to the world of dreams where I would taste you, touch you, hold you. However, I would eventually wake. And then would come the night, when it is dark, but the darkest of nights could never turn off my thoughts; nothing could ever cancel my thoughts of you. That is why dreams exist, to give light to our darkest days. In dreams, everything is granted. Marla, in the Mansion of Dreams, I made love with you every night in every bedroom. I was lost. I would tell myself I needed to be in love with you so I could go on living. Now I have clarity. I have learned there is life in loving somebody other than you."
By Pt Spano4 years ago in Fiction