Love
Never a Lover. Top Story - December 2021.
I'm younger; I can feel that immediately. It's not that I have fewer aches and pains, or even that I'm thin with perky breasts. It's more like my spirit feels lighter, less burdened by time. I breathe easier; again, not in a physical sense, but in the sense that I have yet to fill my lungs with air taken in gasps of fear or gulps of rage. My lungs are still breathing out whimpers of surprise, sighs of joy, moans of pleasure.
By Mayra Martinez4 years ago in Fiction
A Special Gift
I spent ten years of my life with a man that I loved dearly. I just knew that he and I were going to be married and spend our lives together. My name is Brenna Jacobs. His name was Anthony Cawns, and yes, I used the past tense- was. We never got married because he passed away in July of last year.
By Aretha Renia 4 years ago in Fiction
love in the mountains.
For me, love was never something that came easy. It was earned and fought for, cherished and misunderstood, messy and short-lived. For me life started at a downward spiral, from the second I was born I lost myself to love. When I was a kid my dad was poetry and music. There were hundreds of stories and poems that he read to me, and songs he sang to my sister and me that shaped the person I saw him as. To me, my dad was kind, giving, and strong, but to the world, he was sick, hopeless, and hurt. His pain wasn’t his own, it was his father's and his father's fathers, the sicknesses and suffering he inherited were deep-rooted in our family tree. My dad passed his pain on to me like a torch, letting his struggles light the way I saw my life. His past became my present and future.
By Ella Judson4 years ago in Fiction
Her prized possession
Chad changed Pam forever; things were never the same again after him. He and Pam met in the tenth grade. His family immigrated to Queens from Nigeria, she thought everything about him was intriguing, his real name was Chidi Ebere but everyone called him Chad. His accent captivated her, his ideas and tales of his homeland capturer her imagination. The time they spent together awakened her longing for 'home'.
By Emunah Y'srael4 years ago in Fiction
Warninglabel.com
Wouldn’t falling in love be so much less scary if people came with a warning label? Seriously, can you imagine all the broken hearts that could be avoided, confidence spared from being torn down by narcissistic pigs, or energy vampires? I mean seriously how many people out there have been burned so badly by a toxic relationship that you’re in a constant battle because of your natural human desire and need for love, yet at the same time being terrified of ever loving anyone again. It is the worst pain, I have ever felt, I never want to feel that pain again. The screwed up fact about it is that love is the only way for us to have true fulfilment.
By Trisha Behrens4 years ago in Fiction
Can Matchmakers Love Too?
Hi, my name is Tecna (she/her). Whenever someone asks me to introduce myself, the first thing I always say is "I am the proud developer of the app Significant". And in case you are wondering what is Significant, it is an app that helps you find your significant other. I got this idea when my friends kept complaining about their single life but also felt shy in approaching people. So, I created this app that gives everyone a feeling of a game while looking for love.
By Akshar Goyal4 years ago in Fiction
Wherever the Fires Lead
The streets swell with excitement, anticipation hangs thick in the air, as we await the lighting of the bonfires on the mountains. The first daimonji fire ignites, illuminating the sky in orange flame, marking the end of Obon. Brilliant kanji cross the landscape to guide our ancestors home to the spirit world. I slip through the crowd, maneuvering my way to the Kamo river.
By Kimberly Anne4 years ago in Fiction
