Love
The Perfect Memory
My reflection is so vivid this morning. December 18th, 2012 and I’m looking at myself in a way that I never have before. My hazel eyes, which sometimes on any given day switch from clear blue to light green, have never been this apparent before. My hair, which always gives me problems with dandruff and just never looks right in general, has never sat on top of my head with more conviction. My stomach has never been considered a six-pack of muscle, but today it is looking extremely firm.
By Marc Quaranta4 years ago in Fiction
Memories Made of Dust
The airport was packed. Making her way through the sea of bodies, Aaliyah Jackson dodged large men as she approached the baggage claim area. Scanning the revolving belt, Aaliyah searched for her bag. After a couple of minutes, she spotted the ugly, green, polka-dotted suitcase. In a hurry her arm jutted out, grabbing the bag at the exact moment a pale hand went in for the same bag. Aaliyah got to the bag first, and the stranger grabbed her hand.
By The Royal Blue Network4 years ago in Fiction
Coming Together - Escaping Loneliness
Chapter 6. Coming together - escaping loneliness I'm a little unsure if it's so wise of me to talk to her so much about these things. After all, experiencing loneliness from time to time is a natural part of most people's lives. So therefore, I should have stopped there.
By Øivind H. Solheim4 years ago in Fiction
Wrench your heart out
What's the worst day of your life? Did you break a bone, lose someone you loved, or someone hurt you, your health, your heart, or your mind. Some may tell you to get over that hurt, to move on and forget about it. But for all I care, they are more than welcome to move on. Your feelings are valid, whatever happened is valid, and you are allowed to feel however you want to feel about it. I'm just here to tell a story.
By Jenna Jones 4 years ago in Fiction
When Love Takes a U-Turn
The first day I met him, I flipped. Honestly, one look at him and I became a lunatic. It's his eyes. Something in his eyes. They're blue and framed in the blackness of his lashes, they're dazzling. Breathtaking. His hair is just as dark, but he seems to have gotten it cut shorter over the years, so it doesn't fall into his face when he leans forward. He has this thing where he bites his lip when he's concentrating on something that he wants or is nervous, or just plain happy. He looks like the sun. So fucking beautiful it makes you dizzy.
By Fiction 'Ai' Writer4 years ago in Fiction
Is this the day I fall in love?
What will my future be? A thought that never fails to put a pit in his stomach. This thought had haunted him for years and the answer he was hoping for was now right in front of him but what could happen once he reached it? Was it possible for someone like him to have what everyone else seems to enjoy? To find love? To find happiness? He knew there was nothing to dream about as his father always told them that dreams were fleeting and only lasted until you met your match. The last thing he wanted to do was get married. His father said marriage would make people happy or something along those lines but what kind of person did he need to marry?
By Fiction 'Ai' Writer4 years ago in Fiction
