Love
One Single Note
The voices inside became almost to loud to bear. A mind full of wonder and awe of the world around him, a cacophony of ideas and inspiration spiraling out of control. The terror of a world within himself that he did not even know. But now was not the time for a man’s mind to race. It was time to perform.
By Matthew Trammell4 years ago in Fiction
First Dates and Flowers
"What's your favorite color?" Ellie looked up from her menu and across the table at her date, slightly caught off guard by the question. A small smile played at her lips as her eyes met the intense hazel eyes looking back at her. A grin slowly spread across her date's face as they made eye contact, causing a faint blush to color Ellie’s cheeks. Setting her menu down she maintained eye contact, ignoring the slow burn of red shading her cheeks. Her favorite color hadn't changed since she was a little kid, thankfully, which made it easy to answer in spite of the palpable energy buzzing between the two women.
By DeeAnna Dederer4 years ago in Fiction
Lilly
I can remember dodging cracks on the sidewalk, in the hope that I wouldn’t break my mother’s back. I remember my brother sitting in our grandmother’s driveway, trying to burn ants in a pool of light beneath his magnifying glass. I remember the grass stains on my favourite pair of jeans.
By Caileigh Heptinstall4 years ago in Fiction
Love and Loss on the Campaign Trail
In times I find a need of a reminder of joy I find a brief romantic encounter, and when in need of meaning a campaign. Elections are not what people think. The candidate is the horse that runs the race, beautiful and captivating as it makes its way around the track, but I am the jockey. I work on election campaigns. I live in well-organized chaos, creating solutions quickly for problems that arise early morning or dead of night. It’s long hours, hard work, and surprisingly low pay. It leaves little time for personal affairs, and even less to think about romance. But, as they say, love will hit you when you least expect it, and I never saw her coming.
By Andrew Hall4 years ago in Fiction
Something New
Olivia kneeled at the altar, her feet tucked under her gown, with eyes closed and head bowed, her gloved hands resting in her lap, --the left cupped inside the right as if preparing for communion. The afternoon sun angled straw-colored rays through the giant stained-glass window, creating a halo on the worn cranberry carpet before her. Small wooden fans on the ceiling of the cathedral whirled ever so slowly counterclockwise providing a slight but welcomed breeze on what turned out to be an unseasonably warm April for Michigan. She could smell the orchids that decorated the rows of oak pews behind her; filled with people less than an hour ago, they were empty now, except for a few programs left behind.
By Lisa Kindred4 years ago in Fiction
Countryside Suzuki
Amaily was pouring a packet of powdered juice into a plastic bowl when she saw a red Suzuki motorbike roar up the rocky dirt road and stop right in front of her mother’s house. Amaily was in the kitchen shack, a wooden structure covered by a rusted tin roof that housed two clay burners and a plastic table.
By Margarita Rosa4 years ago in Fiction
Balinese Baskets
The Burmese menu was ordinary with split laminated edges, but it displayed a variety of colorful dishes like “tea leaf salad,” “tofu with fresh mint,” and “mango chicken.” Maija and Gisela scanned it out of habit, but they already had three go-to's labeled with black stars meaning it was a staff favorite. They brought Maija’s sister, Lila, who was visiting for the week, and Gisela’s family friend, Beatrice, to their weekly date.
By Whitney Elizabeth Harrell4 years ago in Fiction
Proof
Proof The sticky evening air waited outside dense with mosquitoes, but unwelcome air conditioning froze me within, as we’d sat for over two hours going over details from 7 years ago. Shifting on the rattan sofa, with stiff foam cushions. turning the glass in my hand around and around, fingerprinting it. You sat straight up on the kitchen chair quickly tapping your foot. You only did that in airports as seating was being called.
By Nicole Rachmaninoff4 years ago in Fiction
