Love

Day out
It is 9 am and I am laid on my bed listening to power ballads from a broken heart and in a very low mood. I had a partner for 4 years and we had just recently broken up a couple of weeks ago. She was my everything however it needed to end as it was becoming toxic and we became haters. All you do in that is reflected on the best stuff that had to happen in the relationship and what you could have done better.
By Rachel Paris4 years ago in Fiction
Hands
The monotonous, incessant, clicking of computer keys is coupled with the ringing of phones. The unintelligible jabbering of the employees is punctured by the occasional ding of the elevator. These are the sounds of my office building. Specifically Floor 15 of the Hauer and Kane Law Firm at 1247 Dandelion Street, New York, New York.
By Millie Bauer4 years ago in Fiction
The Life He Said Was Mine
The breeze played with my hair, sending a strand over my eyes. I pulled it away and frowned. The once midnight-black mane now had some white strands. I flipped my head to the side, looking at the waterfall of salt and pepper.
By Mouna Kacem4 years ago in Fiction
Coping mechanisms
“I think everyone goes through a Xanax phase.” It’s 9 a.m. and we still haven’t been to bed. On his porch he’s sitting to the left of me; Butters is at my feet. Directly ahead and about a foot away, there’s a metal patio table. This section of the porch isn’t covered, which is probably why there is so much rust on the table. The rust is clearly visible despite the fact that someone, perhaps a parent of one of his fuckboy roommates, had covered the metal frame and table top with black spray paint in an attempt to freshen it up.
By AVA4 years ago in Fiction
Ukulele Girl
He was smiling. ‘I know, I know,’ he laughed, ‘sounds like a cliché, doesn’t it?’ I’d run him out to the airport, and we were in the bar waiting for his flight.
By Christopher Howe4 years ago in Fiction
Into the night
The date was August 1976 and soul singer James Brown was having a concert on a Sunday night. 17 year old Daniella Michelle Nicoles was in the midst of a crisis. The concert was in the big city 12 miles away and she was stuck in the country with her grandmother for the summer. Daniella had seen James Brown four or five times over the past decade with her mother and brothers. This was the first time she was going without them because she wanted to and it was not to watch the entertainer perform.
By Cheryl E Preston4 years ago in Fiction
The Inevitable Premonition From This Thing Called Life
“You’re doing it again.” Just like that, my eyes spring open and my head jolts up. Tired russet eyes and a shameless smirk. That’s Nick for you.
By anonannie4 years ago in Fiction
Red Sneakers
It was a bittersweet, melancholy note, the distance that had grown between them, stretching echo-soft into some unknown void until the masked loneliness could no longer be denied. Amber’s heart ached at the pull. She had to turn away. To look at him now was a blade sliding into an already gaping wound.
By Nev Ocean4 years ago in Fiction
Whoever She Is
“What do you think yours would be like?” “My what?” Abbie hid behind her steaming mug, eyeing me with intent through wisps of vapour. “Your soulmate, if you had one. Describe her.”
By Caleb Waddell4 years ago in Fiction
The Most Ordinary Day
Today was perfect. The kind of perfect that reminds you why you believed in magic as a little kid and could spend hours chasing imaginary friends and fairies around your yard. The sun rose on the early winter day, and shone perfectly through my yard, in the way a child might show the sun's rays hitting the earth. The air smelled like Christmas, and the tea kettle hissed as water boiled for my toddler's oatmeal, the house smelled like cinnamon. Our small dog was snuggled up on the couch, in his old age the early rise of his little best friend was not something he was a fan of, but his desire to never be alone forces his ageing limbs out of the bed where he snuggles warm with my finace and I, onto the couch with his cat sisters, reluctant grunts as he stretches at hearing the child's first cries.
By Bethany Bain4 years ago in Fiction
Love Despite Reality
CHAPTER 6 After checking in, they head down to the boat taxi. Then after a ten-minute boat ride they arrive at their private sea breeze villa.
By Veronica Pollard4 years ago in Fiction
Hemingway On the High Line
They got up on the walkway by the Whitney, Jade jumping up the stairs like a gazelle in her heels and light skirt, Sam slowed down by his long, heavy overcoat. Different purposes, different results.
By Taru Anniina Liikanen4 years ago in Fiction