Love

A Story of Devotion, Love and Desire
01 A Story of Devotion, Love and Desire: New Steamy Netflix Series MICHELE RIONDINO as CARLO in "Fedelta" (Pic: SARA PETRAGLIA/NETFLIX)
By Nikhil Bhowmik4 years ago in Fiction
Whispers From The Moon
Whispers from the Moon By Paige L. Haynes
By Paige Loreen4 years ago in Fiction
Love?
Hopeless romantics call it love at first sight, but I'm never been one of those. Cynics or realists call it lust at first sight. Unfortunately, I can relate more to them. Either way, seeing that special person is supposed to be this wonderful euphoric experience, but that's not what I felt. When you walked into our living room behind my older brother, I had to do a double-take. You looked so much like my first T.V. crush. I had been watching the series La Femme Nikita, and someone enamored me, it was the character Seymour Birkhoff played by Matthew Ferguson. You looked so much like him. You had a tall slim tone frame with long limbs. Your skin was on the paler side like you spent most of your time indoors. Your soft dark hair was close-cropped. Your thick plastic glasses framed your dark soulful eyes perfectly. When you smiled your front teeth stuck out a little bit and I could imagine that you probably hated it, but I found it adorable. My skin felt like it was on fire, I felt my face flush. I had clammy palms and tried to wipe them on my pant legs without anyone noticing. My stomach was queasy and doing summersaults. The last thing I needed was to throw up my lunch, which would make an amazing first impression. I couldn't think straight, my thoughts were bouncing all over the place. I wanted to sink into the chair I was sitting on and vanish. I couldn't peel my eyes off of you, the graceful way you moved, how you gently touched your water glass and took a sip. I fantasized that I was that glass, your hands grasping me, your lips gently caressing me. I felt excited and embarrassed. I hoped and prayed you didn't realize I was staring. How foolish I felt. Here I was an adolescent, barely thirteen years old. Granted I didn't look like I was thirteen, I was five feet ten inches tall and wore a women's size eight. I had an hourglass figure, a larger bust, a slender waist, and bulky hips. My long thick hair reached the middle of my back. I by no means looked like a child, in fact since I was ten years old I had teenage boys making advances toward me. But you weren't a teenager, you were an adult man, twenty years old. Why would you ever notice me? But then the unimaginable happened. You turned in my direction. My heart and breathing stopped momentarily. You smiled, not in my general direction, but at me. Could I be imagining it? Was my head seeing what it hoped for and not what was there? I tried to smile back, not sure if I managed to get my mouth to work. I licked my lips and then pressed them together. Your slightly crooked smirk widened when you saw that. What were you thinking? Could you read what my thoughts were about you being my first kiss? Your eyes mesmerized me and I could feel myself eagerly falling into them. I felt a pleasant warmth swell through my body, blood rushing to places I never noticed before. This chance meeting was going to lead to so many firsts for me. Little did I know that this was the commencement of the most intense, sick, dysfunctional relationship I would have. I didn't know that it would end with me brokenhearted and damaged. All I knew at the time was this man, this sexy man was looking at me. I didn't know what he saw, but he was really looking at me.
By S. M.4 years ago in Fiction
Once Upon A Starry Night
I wasn't trying to fall for anyone when I decided to go on a ten day tour with a group of young adults to Costa Rica, neither did I anticipate meeting the most unforgettable person of my life - but I couldn't avoid it. I was only there for the adventure, the adrenaline and my once in a lifetime chance to soak in the tropical forests, the mountains, the beach and the starry nights. But when I my eyes met yours for the first time, they penetrated me deeper than any arrows. I've never felt so vulnerable and yet so drawn to anyone before. We hung out in groups for the most part, but there were sneaky glances and excuses to try and hang out in the same groups when the group had to split. How was I suppose to know those ten days would have such a lasting impact on me? Because sometimes, I still find myself looking for those familiar eyes in large crowds...
By Scatterred Mind4 years ago in Fiction
August: 003
I don't know where everything went wrong. I don't know where everything changed. I don't know where I stopped wanting to be just friends with Jason.
By Qu3zia V3iga4 years ago in Fiction
Write In The Middle Of It
The corner store was unusually cold that evening. In between blowing her hands warm, Prudence mechanically put away cigarette cartons behind the counter. Apparently she had made a promise to the owner’s daughter that she would accept the cigarette delivery so she could watch her son’s Christmas Pageant, but she didn’t remember the actual conversation. Prudence was on her hands and knees putting the last carton in its slot when bells clanging against the opening door startled her. The store had been closed for an hour and she was sure she locked the door behind her.
By Majique MiMi4 years ago in Fiction
August: 02
I remember our first Friday night. That night was one of my favorite childhood memories We decided that day that we would watch as many horror movies as possible before my parents found out and sent us to sleep.
By Qu3zia V3iga4 years ago in Fiction
Confessions From The Recession
Confessions From the Recession Season 1 Episode 3 “I Will Always Be There for You” Chapman was a short little fellow and his Santa like stuffing made him a lovable character in the community. While impersonating a penguin waddling down the city street the legendary figure felt confident knowing the parameters to his business empire were grounded in his name glowing in lights. Chapman endured many long years building the transportation company “Chapman Will Be There for You” featuring yellow cabs that would cruise the streets looking for friendly pickups.
By Marc OBrien4 years ago in Fiction
Dreamer - Chapter 37
The ride home had been quiet. Rev had mostly kept his gaze out on the open road. He leaned his right hand against the steering wheel, while his left was held up against the window. The trees whizzed past as if we were racing them towards the house; whoever made it back first, wins. The closer we got towards my home, the fewer cars showed on the road. I'll probably never get used to life in the middle of nowhere; what the hell was my father thinking when he found this place? To break the awkward silence, I just pulled out my phone. Rev said earlier to make this technology-free.. but hey, I make my own choices now.
By 'Lissa Stufflestreet4 years ago in Fiction
Valentine's Day, One Year Later
I heard a knock on the door. I pictured looking out the window and seeing your pink cable knit sweater, the one you always like to wear on Valentine’s Day.
By KB4 years ago in Fiction
Kiss of Tragedy
After Juliet called the Safewalk office, she stood in the foyer and waited for her escort. She wasn’t surprised when Seth showed up, but she was surprised by the girl he had with him. Why couldn’t he have come on his own? she wondered angrily.
By Stephanie Van Orman4 years ago in Fiction
Kiss of Tragedy
Juliet arrived at the observatory a few minutes before midnight. It was early October. The weather was chilly, even though the first snow had not yet fallen. She had brought her winter coat as well as her toque to help fight the frigid wind. She didn’t know how long she would be able to sit outside since the observatory was not an enclosed space, but simply a gigantic telescope on top of one of the science buildings. However, the top floor had a comfortable heated room that led out onto the roof, so everyone was meeting there before staring in wonder at the moon.
By Stephanie Van Orman4 years ago in Fiction