Love

Write In The Middle Of It
Mekayla paced back and forth in her loft for what seemed like an eternity. Out of habit, she found her cigarettes and inhaled three back to back. Never once did she look at the answering machine blinking at her desperately. She didn't know what to do with herself. All she did know is that she was feeling guilty and she needed to be near Kevin, and she didn't need to hear his ever-rational voice tell her no.
By Majique MiMi4 years ago in Fiction
Love's Meta
Steam escaped the kitchen setting off the fire alarm. Utensils and kitchenware flew on the floor in a panic as glasses fogged from the steam. Soon, the alarms stopped as a pillow fanned the alarm and Mother’s voice finally could be heard. “Meta! What in the world are you cooking? You woke up your Baba!”
By IEatForMyFriends4 years ago in Fiction
Romantic Love Story - You Are Mine (EP 1)
From today the preparation of the annual function had started in the college, like every year, this year also the students were eager to show their talent, and the most curious of those students was Ananya, who was a second year student of graduation, She loved dancing, not really like dance was her passion, she wanted to pursue a career in dancing in addition to studies, but due to her family background from rural area, she could not get encouragement and financial support from behind, That's why Ananya was looking for such special opportunities, through which she could bring her talent in front of everyone, she hoped that she would definitely get a chance to do something like this in this year's annual function.
By Rahul Yadav 4 years ago in Fiction
The Dog And His Runner
The Dog And His Runner; Bridging The Great Divide Wolfgang saw I had a leash in my hand as I walked toward him. He began dancing around. “Come on, new friend,” I said. “Let’s go for a run.” It was hard to attach the leash due to his dancing around. Then, the mission accomplished, we exited his all-too-familiar back yard.
By Dan Gollub4 years ago in Fiction
Hole In The Mesquite
Hole in the Mesquite By Christopher “Bully the Kid” Bennett The man looked at his hands. The lines appearing as darkened crevices that ran to the veins of his wrist like streams into individual rivers. He had looked at these hands since before he knew what hands were. They were hardened, but not calloused hands of a day laborer. Merely hands that had seen their fair share of sunsets and sunrises. A small black box set on the wooden table in front of him.
By Christopher “Bully the Kid” Bennett4 years ago in Fiction
a place remembered
I watched him float across the room as if he had done this a million times. His hips moved with the beat of the music as the rest of his body followed as if it were just one fluid motion. The music was deafening, the bass rattled the floor. I held my drink as I watched him a few times I thought that he noticed me staring but even if he did he didn’t seem to mind. It was as if he wanted this attention as if this is why he did this, to be admired, to be adored by the bystanders. I long wondered what that would be like instead, my awkward stance and lanky body structure made it impossible to do anything without looking like I don’t belong.
By Christopher Charest4 years ago in Fiction
The Princess of the Dragon King's Palace
I was born a thousand years ago, she said. He laughed, liar. She said, I am the daughter of the man who travelled to the Dragon King’s Palace. I was born there beneath the ocean, the child of one of the Dragon King’s daughters, and I have seen a thousand years’ worth of the world.
By Clover4 years ago in Fiction
Rainbows in my wine
RAINBOWS IN MY WINE By Kim Neale They enter into a club in Berlin called Irendwo Iirgendwohin translated as “Nowhere Special”, Mary is dressed in a backless sleeveless long bias-cut dress made of silk and crepe de chine with a hem that touches the floor in a pale pink underneath a black fur pelted coat with a silver fox stole her dress fits her curvy body perfectly. she wears a little velvet hat tipped over the eye like Greta Garbo in “Romance” called the “Empress Eugenie” she has elbow length gloves and silk stockings. Christ is looking dashing in a waist length white mess jacket with a cumberbund single breasted worn with black bow tie and black trousers trimmed with a braid down the side seams.
By Kim Neale4 years ago in Fiction
Detra
Cruelty: It was a beautiful day in Metrypa, one of the sun’s moons, Metrypa also known as Detra, is inhabited by strange and lovely creatures. Tom, an adolescent boy, this time woke to a feeling, and was quite excited about it. This had never happened and was quite strange, either way Tom prided himself and said “I bet no one in the entirety of Detra has ever been woken by a feeling.” The feeling Tom woke to was change, because today was the day his world started to come alive.
By Foschizzle Me4 years ago in Fiction
Rock in the Dark
He sat on the edge of the bed, pulling his shoes on, cigarette bobbing loosely between his lips. He glanced back, her silhouette easily visible in the darkness of the room. He could see her, watching him, her blue eyes shining with the little light the moon shined in through the blinds on the windows.
By Samuel Alten4 years ago in Fiction
Letters
Paper Heart The last time we spoke, we could read each other's minds. We quite literally finished each other's sentences (and sandwiches – especially when we watched Frozen). We've known each other for almost a decade, been inseparable for half of that and lived just three kilometres away for a tenth. And yet, the closer we are physically, the further away you seem.
By heyitsfiye4 years ago in Fiction
Caught in the Rain
Daniel opens the door and exits the bathroom, leading him back to the small but crowded pizzeria. It wasn’t difficult to find his friends. They were lucky enough to grab a table while most people who weren’t as lucky were just standing around.
By ethan chen4 years ago in Fiction