Love
Across The Threshold
PARTIE UNO Elliott and Gina were miles apart in age. It never mattered to Gina as much as Elliott thought it did, and it didn’t matter to him at all, but because he thought it mattered to her, she was somewhat frustrated. Here was Gina, a breathtaking beauty of a woman, twenty-six years old. There was Elliott, at sixty-one, more suited to being a father or even grandfather to Gina, and he somewhat acted and treated her accordingly. But that was not to her liking.
By Tillman Alexander III4 years ago in Fiction
Dividing by Zero
I was not a nice person, but then he was not a nice person. We were not nice people. He had no empathy, and I had no boundaries. Both of us were ragingly suicidal and violently angry. We had grudges; we had abandonment issues; we had trauma scars. I had obsessions and he had impulses. The gods of romance who decreed that we were fated to be together were laughing up their sleeves at us, and yet it worked out beautifully. Both of us are still alive, and well, and happily married to each other.
By Gentle JoJo Fletcher4 years ago in Fiction
Absence of Evidence
I don't enjoy lounges. I mean, I will go, but I don't like to. So when I got that late-night, free drinks invite from Jinx, I said absolutely. I was glad it was free. Not because I was broke or anything, I just didn't have any extra money. Two different things.
By Young Erikka4 years ago in Fiction
Dreams do come True
A day dreamer that is who I am , I dream of Love , where my prince will come sweep me up off of my feet , The Magical Magnetic spark, Star gazing, Firework exploding, Deep passionate kind of Love where he lifts me up, Twirls me around and before my feet touch the ground he kisses me ever so ever passionately.
By Karen Green4 years ago in Fiction
Was It Just a Dream
Lily Mayhem walked through the meadow watching as the sun started to peak over the horizon. It had been forever since she had last been up early enough to see the sun rise. She stood there with her arms floating freely at her sides. She felt free from all of the decisions she was being forced to make.
By Michelle RP4 years ago in Fiction
Pinpricks
Wyatt was a man of few words. This never hindered him, though, as Carter was a man containing all the words. He could walk up to a cash register with a pack of gum and a kombucha, and somehow know all about the cashier’s life with plans to meet up for a Saturday pick-up basketball game within 5 minutes. Wyatt had always viewed this as a superpower. One he’d never possess. But that was okay. Carter had always been at his side.
By Brittany Teemant4 years ago in Fiction
In love and falling
Just…one…more…step… Oh wow, it’s true! I’d heard about this, but I didn’t think it was a real thing! I can’t be more than three years old here, I haven’t thought about this in years. My older brother has something, I don’t know what it is, but I want it, he makes me want it, and I want it so badly that my breath begins to catch in my throat and I can feel my eyes beginning to sting but before I can cry he holds out his hands in a conciliatory manner and says he’ll let me have the thing if I give him my share of the sweets mum bought us and I instantly agree and as he takes the sweets and runs off laughing, stuffing them into his mouth, he drops something on the floor, I can see that all he had, the thing that I had wanted so desperately, was one of my own crayons and then the tears do come, loudly and freely.
By Will Tudge4 years ago in Fiction
The Moment they Collided
She walked into the book launch, rushed, hot and bothered. It had been one of those balmy summer mornings, and a hot wind had picked up as the day progressed. She would have stayed home, if not for promising her beautiful daughter she would attend in her place.
By Michelle schafer4 years ago in Fiction
Adieu
"Papa, when will we reach? I'm so tired of walking." “Just a few minutes my son, we are just there." Yes,he is my son; , a 10 years old naughty kid."Papa,there he is,uncle Mehedy. I recognized him.We went to his residence last week.” “Yes,my son.You are right.We are going to meet him.” “You said he is in the Army.Our teacher told us Army officers are the saviours of our nation.Did he get the responsibility to guard the university?” “No,no”, laughed at my son's childish thought. “He always comes here and there's a reason.”
By Tanvir Rashik Shafim 4 years ago in Fiction
