Love
My Love Cost A Lot
"My love does cost a lot" she said, but it wasn't enough. Not for this man who had made her want to fall in love. She had spent two years trying not to get caught up in him, not wanting to make another mistake like the last time when they had kissed for the first time and he'd left without saying goodbye. He had gone too fast and now she was falling in love with his smile and laughter. She had thought she had known what love felt like; thought she had understood how it would feel like to be in love again. And then the first person who showed her that feeling wasn't an illusion. A few weeks after their first kiss she'd gotten back into work at his company. He had been so good to her, always asking how she was doing or even bringing her coffee to cheer her up. She couldn't remember ever feeling this warm inside. But that's all it had taken; one simple phone call from him to pull out any remaining reserve of strength she had left in her heart. That day he had called her and asked if she wanted to go on a date, to have lunch together. All it took was for his eyes to twinkle and for him to look away from her face to talk about the weather. And it was that same conversation that sent the words flying off her tongue.
By Penned by Ria4 years ago in Fiction
Anastasia
I met him in eighth grade. I was a southern girl transplanted to the Midwest. I guess my parents thought it would be fun to move to middle-of-nowhere, USA as the place to start anew. He was the first person to speak to me. It was lunchtime and he waved me over to sit with him and his friends. He seemed harmless enough. Jared was a nerd—or I should say he is a nerd. And, secretly, I was too. By high school I was lumped with the popular students while he skirted on the outside. He tutored me in English; I tutored him in math. My other friends questioned why I hung out with him. I guess he wasn’t cool enough. I never cared and neither did he.
By Erin Nicole4 years ago in Fiction
Love and Time
As I made my way through Fairview cemetery in Halifax. Nova Scotia. I stopped at all one hundred twenty-one headstones, paying my respects for those souls lost one year earlier on the 15th of April 1912. Like me, they had been aboard the RMS Titanic. When I reached the last stone, it read; “Known only to God.” I felt a particular sadness when I read those words. I looked out towards the ocean with my mind going back to the 11th of April the day I joined the crew of the Titanic when she docked in Queens Town, Ireland.
By Richard Frohm4 years ago in Fiction
The Voyage of Love
“I remember thinking that ‘this is going to be a trip of a lifetime! I can’t believe I am on the Titanic Ocean Liner headed to America! I was going with my family. My father needed to go for a business meeting in New York, and took the entire family. My parents, myself and my little brother,” I told the journalist.
By Ireland Lorelei 4 years ago in Fiction
Forbidden Love
Chase Marley couldn’t believe he’d finally had a chance to be a part of a dive of a lifetime. As a young man growing up with wealthy parents in Florida, he had fallen in love with scuba diving as a teenager. His parents had allowed him to get his scuba license while he was in high school. Since then he’d completed over two hundred dives which was pretty impressive for being just twenty-five years old. After high school he’d forgone college and with a loan from his father started an underwater boat cleaning business called Clean Dive. The business built up a relatively long list of steady clients very quickly. Chase had been proud to pay his father back the money he’d borrowed within three years of starting the business. The success of his business allowed him to explore his true passion in life, scuba diving.
By Sherry Little-Ragan4 years ago in Fiction
