Love

Sculpted
This was an assignment that I had written for an English class in college decades ago. Once I have submitted it my professor she said, that as she read it, was like watching a movie. This is the first part of 3 part story Originally the title of this story was called Sculpted. However, after ten years I added the prefix Re: in front of the title. Because I added more content to it and made the story even more appealing. It is with great pleasure that I present to
By informerh h4 years ago in Fiction
Sisters
Sarah was annoyed. Again. Sitting up against her favorite tree with her bare feet in the grass in the large courtyard at her college, she took a deep breath and started reading again. She knew she needed to focus. Tired of so many distractions and frustrated by her noisy environment, she tried to go inward. She closed her eyes, took a deep breath from deep in her belly, and imagined her sanctuary.
By Angie Boldman4 years ago in Fiction
The Key to my Heart
It was my eighteenth birthday, and my elderly grandmother held a red wrapped box. Anticipation burned in her eyes as I gingerly unwrapped the perfectly wrapped present. Old stained wood sat in my palms. Strange energy oozed out of every pore of the box. My grandmother’s silvery perm shook with excitement, waiting for me to open it. The rusty hinges squeaked open to reveal a rough iron black key on a leather string. My copper eyes glittered happily at the old necklace.
By Brittany Mitchell4 years ago in Fiction
Swan Song in Three Movements
Illuminated to the lights of an arcade anthem. The chaotic symphony of people congregating along with the sounds of spring action releases. Tandem games playing in unison, and people both celebrating and cursing their luck or perceived lack thereof. It was an atmosphere that allowed an introvert to hide in their movements and covertly watch the patrons as they filter through the arcade, hoping I would see you again. Black attire and smile shy, you hid your eyes ‘neath long lashes. You had already drawn me in before approaching. And then you were gone. Through detachment I found acceptance, rituals of self-care pacing my day. Then I found you again, and we had our first meeting. It was hard to hear, your speech like soft dew. I found myself leaning in to catch your words. Like the first meal after a prolonged fasting. I found it exhausting trying to cultivate the right words and not stray into personal territories. These are the tribulations of opening up. And being more acutely felt after a prolonged period of hermitage, was to be expected. Though I continued to have moments of wishing to seek shelter in myself instead of relating, I pulled through with breath and tenacity. I ate foods that are terrible for me and stepped in dog shit, but I didn’t care. Your hair smelled lovely when you hugged me, and I was already curious.
By S. Rae4 years ago in Fiction
Lilith and Bethany
"Most people find me intimidating you know." Bethany said. "I can see that, but whatever they find intimidating, I just find endearing." Lilith said. Bethany never understood how she could feel that way. Usually, people ignore her; however, there is something different about Lilith. Bethany never told her how she found her to be mysterious.
By E.G.4 years ago in Fiction
High IQ, Hurricane, Palm Tree, Real, Right, Crescent and Valentine
Mister High IQ, You should've seen the look on my face when I found out I got into the school I've been wanting to since I was 14. It was the only burst of joy I had this year -- this year was hard enough as it was -- but it all subsided way too fast, I didn't even get to soak into it.
By Shyne Kamahalan4 years ago in Fiction
Wind-Chime, Dynamite, City Lights, Pulse, First Place and Eagle
Mister Wind-Chime, It's 4 am and I haven't slept. The wind is blowing outside like it always does in my area, and I want to blame it for keeping me awake, but I know that I'm immune to the wind since I've moved here. I've learned to not get bothered by it, but for months, I haven't figured out how to get you out of my head in the dark hours. Or the bright ones, honestly.
By Shyne Kamahalan4 years ago in Fiction
Horizon, Mine, Future, Energy, Groom-Material, Spring Day and Complete
Mister Horizon, I'm exhausted. Extremely. I didn't know that I only learned to love myself when I was with you, until I had to see what it was like without you. I don't think I can go on like this, and even if I can, why would I want to? It's miserable. It's too much weight to carry, and wherever I search nothing makes it feel weightless.
By Shyne Kamahalan4 years ago in Fiction
Optimistic, Live-For-The-Moment, Firey-Eyes, Sleeping Beauty, Apologetic and Fantasy
Mister Optimistic, What's glowing in my mind like it were yesterday is the moment we started truly hanging out together -- like actually enjoying each other's company for what we learned it to be. Honestly, those were the highlights of my life. I never enjoyed living as much as I did when I was with you.
By Shyne Kamahalan4 years ago in Fiction
Blue-Skies, Heaven, Bulletproof, Laughter and Lightning Strike
Mister Blue-Skies, You wanna know something funny? I don't know how you would react if you could actually hear me say this to you, because I also don't know how I would take it if I heard news like this, but based on the context I think in the end, I'd appreciate it. Of course, I'm alive and my heart is somehow still beating, so I wouldn't know, and if it stopped, then I wouldn't know either.
By Shyne Kamahalan4 years ago in Fiction
In Memory Of
Somehow throughout the service she had edged her way closer and closer to me. When I stood up after the last words were spoken, and they had declared his estate empty of anything transferrable by will, I approached his casket and placed a hand on it. I was the only other one at the funeral that hadn’t been part of his family. He was family to me, but not by blood. I was never much of a family kind of person, but his seemed okay. Better than mine, at least. His was clean, somehow. They all cried for him, even if they were the only ones to show up. He hadn’t been one for making friends, but I never knew him to be lonely.
By Aspen Garritson4 years ago in Fiction
Indescretion
Rain spattered on the windows as Usha sipped on her coffee, while waiting for the afternoon train. Each day was the same, train for half an hour to the city, work at the office and then commute back by train to her husband.
By Ushabti PlayBunny4 years ago in Fiction