Love

The girl named Yuan in my class
When I was in my first year of high school, there was a girl in my class named Yuan Yuan. The first time I saw her, I fell, those big beautiful eyes, shining with a charming glow, like a bullet hit me instantly, so I read what "love at first sight" with a fraction of a second.
By BobBam4 years ago in Fiction
The Violin
Abbie blew the dust off the old beaten case. The musty attic was cramped and smelled like old newspapers. She had never been up there before, and by the layer of dirty powder covering everything, she guessed no one else had either. She was visiting her grandpa’s house with her little sister Sylvie while their mom went on a business trip. The last time they had visited was five long years ago. She was 12, Sylvie barely six.
By Ember Gray4 years ago in Fiction
A Plateful of Summer
It was much too hot to eat, we believed, and no matter our hunger, it was much too hot to brave the perils of the ride in a hot car, the few thousand miles we had to travel. The actual distance was fewer than a dozen miles, but we were children, and nothing was ever medium-sized to us — either gigantic, or miniscule. Degrees of intensity were a grown-up's necessity.
By Eric Wolf4 years ago in Fiction
Evan
It would be four years before Evan and I would connect again. In that four years, I had started college, gotten into a very unhappy relationship, and had a baby. In those same four years, he dropped out of college, dumped the girl he left me for, and joined a branch of the military.
By Brittani Luker4 years ago in Fiction
LOVES COOP
I’m what you would call vanilla. I am very careful when I talk about any sexual topic, in fact sometimes I avoid it all together. From any outsiders view I guess I would be called asexual. That was until I met her. It was late in November when a new girl joined the office. This girl was, in a word, different. She had bright blonde locks and wore hot pink lipstick, the opposite of myself. I never really ventured out of the soft nude lipstick and kept my hair pretty much brown year after year. This girl also smelled like a Victoria’s Secret store, wearing what seemed like a coconut and margarita body spray. Of course, I smiled at her and wanted to make here feel welcome at the office, however when she smiled back at me, she lingered a bit. I quickly looked away and then went back to my office. Later in the day my coworker and friend Daniel walked into the office.
By Lily4 years ago in Fiction
Once a Threat,
Character Introduction (Major Characters) Ken’i- A young Detective Originating from the Arakumi Family. Following his fallen father’s footsteps to catch bad guys and bring justice. Known as frail and skinny at the moment, but he promises his family he will grow stronger like his father.
By Alya Girgis4 years ago in Fiction
One More Time
The world spins and sways, sparkling stain dresses and black suits. Champagne circles round. I grab a flute of the liquid gold and swing it back. The ballroom is a chessboard. My eyes follow the pieces sweep to and fro with the Russian Waltz rendition of Briteny Spears' “Baby, One More Time”. Desereè is one of the pawns. I spot the head of auburn hair and the pink rose dress. A breath escapes my lungs.
By Eliza West4 years ago in Fiction
The Woman with the Blue Umbrella
Our destinies are determined for us. My ex used to say that your choices don’t matter because your destiny already has its own outcome. She would say that nothing in the universe can change your fate. I almost started to believe her, in all honesty. I almost fell into that same depressing narrative she had. But at my lowest, I met the woman with the blue umbrella.
By Elara Diana4 years ago in Fiction
She's the sweetest of almonds.
SHE'S THE SWEETEST TASTE OF ALMONDS. Chapter 1 Is love in the air or not? Hey, my name is Chad Mcbland and I am 27 years old. I have a beautiful girlfriend named Gidget Simmons. She is the apple of my eye. She is wonderful. I know it has only been five months, but she’s everything a guy could want. She has her own place and car. She has a great job as a weather girl and me, on the other hand, I am a physical ed teacher for 1st graders. I live in my parent’s basement for Christ's sake. I take the bus to work daily. I know I am at an age where I should get my own place, but I am not ready to move out just yet. My parents are awesome when they want to be. My mom approved of my girlfriend but my dad he is not too fond of her because she is black. My dad may be a little racist, but that does not stop me from being with Gidget.
By Cher bliss4 years ago in Fiction
Much Ado About Nothing
Note: This was written in response to a (self-imposed) TikTok writing challenge. The prompts were selected by Jessica Rodrigue and are as follows: fantasy + enemies to lovers + "fact 17 about this story: nothing happens in it."
By Marie Sinadjan4 years ago in Fiction
The Little Things
It was always the little things. The rogue strand of red hair reaching high for the dim yellow light of morning. Freckles lifting as she sneered down at the breakfast I had prepared. The vile way her molars chomped on cereal. Milk splattering to the table. Drying. Sticky on my fingers as I cleaned up her mess. The image was so clear in my mind that when my alarm twanged its little tune, I jolted as though I could already hear the smack-smack-smush of breakfast.
By Silver Daux4 years ago in Fiction
Evan
I was broken yet again. I didn’t want to be broken. I long for him to put back the pieces that he had so carelessly dropped on the floor and left behind. After a week of total silence, I texted him to let him know I was on my way. I explained that I had planned a date at a local movie theater for that evening and that I expected him to show up. I had prepared a letter of everything I wanted to say to him just in case I couldn’t get it out.
By Brittani Luker4 years ago in Fiction