Love

Perfidia and the Return of the Night Owl
He loved her hair. He loved how it felt, so fine and smooth against his fingertips. But mostly he loved how she was naturally blonde, a raw untouched beauty. Which is why Perfidia had been sitting in the hairdresser’s chair for the last two hours having her hair dyed with L’Oréal. It took a lot of time and money to look this natural.
By Rachael Waters4 years ago in Fiction
Their Moon Ran out of Time
His cold hands cradled her face. Her jaw fit perfectly in his palms. “What now,” he whispered in a voice so familiar. “What do you think happens now?” She stared down into the darkness. Her eyes welled with tears that never fell. Her stale lips quivered, cold breath barely escaping them. “This world…” he trailed off. “You can't escape it. Any of it”. She faded into her head. Dizzy with memories. The swings. Back, and forth. Back, and forth. Her head would have fallen if it weren’t for his hands. He tipped her chin, ever so slightly, up towards the moon.
By Tasia Knaack4 years ago in Fiction
Write In The Middle Of It
Kevin shook his head and chuckled when he hung up the phone. Not that he didn't care that Mekayla deleted her book, but that wasn't the bombshell he thought she was going to drop on him. To be honest, Kevin didn't know what Mekayla was going to say, but it sounded serious. Shit everything Mekayla had to say seemed serious, not to mention urgent. But one of the things Kevin loved about her was her intensity. She put passion into all that she did, from poetry, to pasta, to playing in the snow.
By Majique MiMi4 years ago in Fiction
Frevanth and Athelayna: Chapter 5
Previous Chapter While lost in thought, Athelayna realizes that Aerin is looking at her. She pretends not to notice; however, Ydil shields Athelayna with her wings when he approaches her. "No Ydil. It is alright." Athelayna says in a soothing tone. Ydil lowers her wings allowing Aerin to approach Athelayna; however, once he is close enough, she closes her wings around the two as if she is keeping guard.
By E.G.4 years ago in Fiction
That Old Owl
THAT OLD OWL By MacIntyre That damned barn owl was still there hanging in the rafters of this old stable. Looking at it made him laugh to a degree and it provided a soft joy to see it still there after all these years. When he saw it looking down at him, he was reminded of Deborah and how much she loved that scruffy old bird.
By Robert McIntyre4 years ago in Fiction
All About My Bruises
CHAPTER ONE The Present She hated him so much that it hurt her whenever she remembered him. She could not afford to have any more hate against him in her. Her hate was at its highest capacity. She did not know if it was right to hate somebody like that but she couldn't help the way she hated Sam, her ex-husband. One would wonder why she married him if she hated him that much. Well, she really did not know why she married him if she looked back now.
By Nneka Anieze4 years ago in Fiction
The Return of the night Owl
THE LAST TRAIN WASN’T COMING. IT WAS ALMOST midnight, and for the better part of an hour I’d been clutching my art portfolio and what was left of my pride at the university hospital Muni stop alongside a handful of premed students, an elderly Chinese woman wielding an umbrella like a weapon, a chatty panhandler named Will (who lived in the hospital parking garage), and an enthusiastic drunk street preacher who either wanted to warn us about a fiery apocalypse or sell us ringside tickets—maybe both.
By Anosike Ernest 4 years ago in Fiction
The Gift
"Our Christmas gift will be a little bit early." There was a soft smile on your face as you looked at me while we waited at the hospital. In a few hours, I will be giving birth to our child, a child that we have both been praying for the past seven years.
By Julie Strife4 years ago in Fiction
Lovers by the Lake Part Ten
Chapter Ten The sun warmed the morning air quickly. Amy was happy Paul was willing to share the story of his life and seemed to be interested in her life.
By Bruce J. Spohn4 years ago in Fiction
Forever
Maria was looking in the mirror at the final product. “What’s the significance?” the artist asked Maria. Maria went into a blank stare, which she had been doing a lot lately. She hadn’t been sleeping as of late and this was clearly taking its toll. Her mother said this was normal for what she had just been through, so she wasn’t worried.
By Heather4 years ago in Fiction
Lovers by the Lake Part Seven
Chapter Seven It was getting late. Paul stood up and stretched before getting Amy some coffee. He handed a cup to Amy before he filled his cup and sat next to her to resume his life’s story.
By Bruce J. Spohn4 years ago in Fiction
I See You
I’m pretty sure I fell in love with Prince Malakai the night I almost killed him. It was an accident, one of enormous proportions, but mainly his fault. My first day as one of the guards on his detail had gone surprisingly well. We followed him around the palace as he went from room to room, flirting with everything and everyone, charming diplomats with a brilliant smile I wasn’t too sure I liked. He dressed impeccably, dark blue coat buttoned to his throat, black hair brushed back in a perfect mess that looked intentional in its unintentionalness. He walked as if he was in complete control of everything around him, in complete control of himself. Prince Malakai is the next heir of the Pyrondian kingdom, and he knew it. And I knew that the only reason I was watching him was because my entire job was to put my life on the line for him. Which was exactly what I planned on doing when I heard a window opening in his room that night during my shift.
By Dani Dreams4 years ago in Fiction