Love

Write In The Middle Of It
Brett flew out of the alley and sprinted the seven blocks back to the room. He was half hoping that Sadiah was there lying on the bed, but he knew that she wasn't. When he rushed in the door he saw what he feared, an empty bed. Brett threw himself on the floor and gathered all of Sadiah's belongings and threw them on top of the bed. He then grabbed the trash can and dumped its' contents on to the floor replacing it with Sadiah's belongings. He didn't even lock the door when he left and barreled down the stairs. When he reached the door to go outside he ran smack into Erik.
By Majique MiMi4 years ago in Fiction
My Best Ex
Many times when we say ex, referring to a former lover or spouse, it denotes the connotation that it is something bad. A horrible experience that we are happy to get away from. If the relationship didn't bring forth offspring then the break is usually clean and harmless. However, if children were conceived then the bond is tougher to dissolve
By N’Brai Sullivan4 years ago in Fiction
High School Beginnings
It was senior year and Sylvia Taylor, Wes Hamilton, Lana Thomas, Chris Shaefer, Greg Straton, Denise Brown and Wes’ brother Dwayne, who was a year younger, were as thick as thief’s. They all did everything together. It was no wonder a couple of them dated and others had the biggest crushes on the other.
By Ireland Lorelei 4 years ago in Fiction
Rosie's Pain
I watch as small red drops begin to surface as I glide the blade slowly along my fair skinned arm, opening a scar along the way.
By Cyanide Stitch4 years ago in Fiction
burning (or, to be consumed by fire)
i. Outlined by a bleeding sunset, the two talk in low voices at the kitchen table. She can't see their faces, but almost immediately, she knows what's going on.
By A Baptiste4 years ago in Fiction
The Three of US
Britney Vance, Sharon King, and Kari Lewis were not blood sisters, but they were as close as blood as anyone could be. Ever since they were in the sixth grade they had done everything together, always had each other’s backs, and kept each other’s secrets. They had passed the title of best friends years ago and took on the title of sisters. They had been doing annual girls vacations since they had graduated high school, about four years ago. What they never expected was what would happen on this trip that would forever change their lives.
By Ireland Lorelei 4 years ago in Fiction
Just a Glimpse
She could only spare a glimpse. She had admired him from afar since they were children as she did not leave the house much even as a child. Though this did not stop her from dreaming about what it may be like to know him. What it must be like to be the cause of that smile or that laughter. She was too reserved to venture out into the world very much or speak to people on her own so she was left to build fantasies in her head.
By Samantha Simmons4 years ago in Fiction
The Perfect Lovers
Chapter One Once there was a 17 year old boy named Alan, he used to live in New York and was studying in 11th class. He belonged to a middle class family which consisted of his parents and his elder brother. He was the youngest member of his family. His father used to work at a restaurant, his mother was a housewife and his brother had just completed his graduation and was searching for a job.
By Archit Lalwani4 years ago in Fiction
The Ocean Beckons
The violence of the ocean beckoned me with every crash against the edifice. Deep blue turned to foamy white, a purification process that was deeply appealing. My body would be just as viscous as water if I did leap down to encounter the jagged rocks. My thoughts- which have the habit of spinning in circles- were only of the ocean, they almost propelled me forward. I had to sit down to contain my urge. These moments were as close to happiness as I get; I felt suspended in time and space, I felt comfortable in a microcosm of my thoughts. Nobody ever has access to anyone's true thoughts and this is the greatest freedom, one of the few freedoms I had left. Knowledge and understanding is true power, I kept telling myself, so do not give up.
By Sophie4 years ago in Fiction
The Last night
It's raining like cats and dogs outside with strong gusts of wind I am alone in my room after having dinner from a nearby restaurant. I don't know why but from the morning I'm feeling like something bad is going to happen, it's like my sixth sense is trying to tell me something.
By Ansuman 4 years ago in Fiction
I See You (Part 3)
My feet hurt, but I can’t bring myself to say it. We’ve been dancing for at least an hour without stopping, and he just agreed to stop, but only because he wanted to take a walk outside. ‘Get some fresh air’ he had said with a devilish grin. And now, my feet are suffering.
By Dani Dreams4 years ago in Fiction
The story of Emily
There is no other person that amplifies the best version of me, more than her. Emily Washington. She indefinitely removed all the messed up parts of me that were stationed deep within my being, and shipped them away to a place of no return. She is my everything. The way her subtle yet raspy voice tenderly soothes a persons spirit, is almost other worldly. Her dark brown eyes illuminate her god given smile, which happens to be one of her best traits, at least to me. I am in awe of her beauty every time I have the fortune to be in her presence. And it kills me, that she doesn’t view herself in the same way. Her time is constantly filled with outbursts of saddened rage and despair, accompanied by occasional guilt and self loathing. She destroys anything in her field of view when angered, but wallows in her overwhelming sadness when depressed. I do my absolute best to assist her in her obviously dire situations, but sometimes when she proceeds to lash out at not only me, but her parents, it becomes that much more difficult to help. I’ve always thought how unbearably difficult it must be for her to be like this all the time. Never really having a moment of just, being happy. Drowning in this river of pain as your lungs fill with water, and life as you know it is seemingly slipping right through your precious fingertips. So one day, while we were hanging out, she stormed in back into her room like a raging bull, after passionately cursing out her father for no apparent reason. And out of fed up rage I asked her “Emily, why do you do this? Why are you so angry all the time? What happened to the old you huh?” Emily then proceeded to give me the most distressed look I will ever see in this life, matched with an uneasy eye twitch. And proceeded to say something I will never forget. “In the horrid imperfect world that we have the misfortune of living in, all I ask for is a fair chance at living. The same chance that you have, and the same chance that my parents and everyone else was gifted. But it would seem that is just too much to ask. I didn’t ask to be like this, no one would. And if I could, I’d give all my pain and suffering, to someone else, maybe even you.” Those were the last words Emily said to anyone before she died the next week. She drowned in the river right next to her house. They say she obviously couldn’t swim since she fell in and immediately sunk to the bottom. So being that I was the only one that knew she was the captain of the swim team in seventh grade, made it all the more melancholy. I always wondered where the importance of living life ended. It always puzzled me when people would say that death is preferable over long term sickness. At what point does life become not worth living any longer? When is pushing through adversity not the viable option anymore? But my most prominent question was, why couldn’t Emily find a reason to keep going? I hoped everyday, that me loving her with all my heart would help her through her struggles. That I was a good enough reason for her to continue to live and thrive, but in the end, I guess I wasn’t enough. But the true tragedy here, has nothing to do with me. It has to do with the fact that a beloved person of beauty and wonder, was uncontrollably waging war against herself in her own mind, to the point that the battle, could have no Victor.
By Ray Jones4 years ago in Fiction