Love
The Bean Steam
It’s the third day of her last term at Cambridge and Emily really, really wishes she had never decided to study biochemistry. It’s complicated, which she likes, and she’s just about done with her Masters Degree, which she also likes. Her job, as a nanny for her old head’s nieces, that she likes. It pays well enough and the girls are adorable. She even likes her sexist, sadistic professors, who grade her work twice as hard as anyone else, which makes her twice as good as anyone else, and she likes that she’s the top of her class despite it all.
By Samantha De Yarman4 years ago in Fiction
Caribbean Cool
The blazing heat of the warm sun's glittering rays fall down upon the white sandy beach. A loud thunderous wave crashes onto the shore. I hear someone saying to others that they have to get out of the area, because the tide will becoming in-land shortly. The serene scent of the combination of the sea, the air, and the sand in a calming voice tells me everything will be okay. They will protect me as they have the countless others before me. I wipe the sand off of my body. Picking up my pink and purple surf board, I know it's time. I wonder the the mystical magic of the ocean has in-store for me today. Walking into the water with the board under my arm, I look down to make sure I don't step on the practically invisible, evil creatures that could push their poison into my body by stinging my feet, known only as jellyfish. I have never encountered one, but I have heard the horror stories.
By Jamie Duncan4 years ago in Fiction
Beauty worth a Thousand words
I woke up and brushed my while thinking about international relations. As I wash my face I think about how I should've became a professional traveler, and that my plane may be the one to be abducted by aliens. So far its started off as a pretty good morning if I must so so myself. My shirts seem to be the only way I can express my style. Although; my friends say I've dressed comfortable my whole life, my 20 shirts and 20 pants have done me good throughout all of grade school. Dressed not impress I head out the door letting my music guide me through a world of its own. I see the 2 same people at my bus stop every morning. Martha is Kinda odd she wears a chef hat and often a matching dress. Steve is a tall dude that always has on khakis and tries to introduce himself to everyone, but he never gets much of a response. Probably because he carries that book around all the time.
By Damon Mansfield4 years ago in Fiction
Confusion
Amanda watched, with mixed emotions, as her best friend, Jon, made his way up to her door. They had been friends for years, always remaining close, no matter who passed through their lives. Lately, as he helped her through this rough time, her feelings had grown so much they could be considered love.
By Shelley Wenger4 years ago in Fiction
Difference
He believed in the mind-body split. He was a scientist—an astronomy and astrophysics professor—and an ascetic. Remove yourself from temptation, from desire, is what he sometimes said when he wanted to provoke her. He said: Practice self-restraint, not indulgence. He said: I’m not ruled by my senses.
By S. Venugopal 4 years ago in Fiction
Breakaway
I look out of the window as I rub my baby boy’s back. I’d just gotten him to sleep after spending a long day with him and his brother. It’s finally quiet. I close my eyes and let out a sigh. Being a mom is so different than I imagined. Motherhood is glamourized and no one really talks about how difficult it can actually be. Although there are amazingly blissful days with my boys, there’s also the exhausting days. And my boys are more than worth it.
By Aarishell Talley4 years ago in Fiction
The Purloined Penguin
Fran hadn't asked where the penguin came from. She loved penguins. She loved Ross. Ross gave her the baby penguin for a one-year anniversary present. The following day he left town to work on an assignment. He told her that the penguin was to remind her of how much he loved her. Other guys gave their girlfriends stuffed animals, but Ross, well, Ross's love was exuberant.
By Mary Haynes4 years ago in Fiction
Disconnected
There is a land of paradise that exists beyond where a human could ever perceive. If humans were aware of its existence, they would declare it ‘heaven’ but in reality, this place is simply a collective consciousness. This consciousness is made up of billions of individual fractions and each fraction is alight, glowing in a state of pure bliss eternally as though perpetually bathing in a lake of love. Apart from this state in which they live, those consciousnesses are not so different from you and I or from any human on Earth today.
By Angel Rushton4 years ago in Fiction
I’ll Be Watching You
“She’s getting out, 7.53 a.m. Going in,” he croaked on the recorder, surprising himself with his voice. He’d spent a sleepless night before heading for his early morning shift and argued with Mari on the phone while waiting for Olivia to get out. On top, the cigarettes he had smoked to keep himself awake over the last three hours had not helped, and his throat was feeling seriously scratchy.
By Taru Anniina Liikanen4 years ago in Fiction
The Hourglass Watcher
My wife has four days left to live. She’s not sick or anything. Not old either. In fact, she’s only eighteen. I don’t know how she’s supposed to die, only that the worst day of my life is now less than one week away. Since the day I met her, that damn countdown has been filling the space between my heartbeats at an ever-increasing volume.
By Andrea Wickberg4 years ago in Fiction
