Love

Ignition
Melody Anderson paused after lifting the crate of bottled water onto the folding banquet table to gaze at the glow over the mountain. The fire had been burning for several days now and with the drought conditions as they were it didn't look like it was going to be contained any time soon. There was a steady stream of men and women coming in from the front lines to rest and recuperate as they can before going back. They were all so exhausted. Yet they doggedly fought on against a terrible foe that was eating everything in its path.
By Rebecca McKeehan4 years ago in Fiction
Cat played the Fiddle
I never really loved anyone before Marsha. Honestly, I was a pretty selfish person until I stopped being a person. She couldn’t believe that a cat could read and write. I couldn’t believe her parents actually named her Marsha, but when you’re huddled under a collapsing cardboard box in the rain you don’t care what the person’s name is, that's putting a warm saucer of milk out for you. I wasn’t anyone’s pet but she was patient and eventually let me live in her apartment above the stationary shop that she worked at.
By Harlequin Curio 4 years ago in Fiction
Mingled: Chapter One
I moved through the crowd smoothly, dodging scantily dressed partiers as if I was running the ball to the line. I was on the hunt tonight, heeding a thirst I hadn't had in a very long time. I was fighting my way up through the layers of drunks dancing to find a spot near the front of the stage. 'Damage' was playing tonight, an underground punk band I had heard was making its way mainstream. The frontman was tall and tan, with dark disheveled hair and piercing blue eyes. He was screaming some nonsense lyrics about rebelling against the world into the microphone. Our eyes locked...I had found my mark...
By Laura Tran4 years ago in Fiction
Love Is Madness
I did it. Finally, I have officially moved to West Hollywood, California. I am sitting on my bedroom floor listening to my CD player while unpacking boxes. My cell phone rings. I answer it to my cousin Stevie asking, “Hey, princess. Make it to Cali, yet?”
By Jamie Duncan4 years ago in Fiction
Out of the Wilderness
Yellowstone National Park, Wyoming, Summer 1944 The Canyon Hotel, imposing and man-made though it was, sat comfortably amidst the wilderness that was Yellowstone. The murmur of voices around him began to crescendo as his fellow travelers caught their first glimpse at what would be their home for however long they happened to be there. For Robert Rousselli it really was almost like coming home.
By Rebecca McKeehan4 years ago in Fiction
Strawberries in the Spring
The old woman sat before the tall window with the lacy curtains pulled gently aside, slowly rocking in a Boston rocker. The house was silent but for the soft creaking of the chair and the hum of the refrigerator in the kitchen. Outside an early February snow was falling gently through the old oaks that surrounded her small house, while inside a coal burning stove kept the air stifling hot. Yet, still she chilled.
By Rebecca McKeehan4 years ago in Fiction
The Trouble with Coffee...
Sleep evades me. I toss the covers off my body and slip out of bed. My hands fumble in the dark for socks and the pajama bottoms I half-heartedly threw near my hamper. The clock reads 3:45—too late and too early to really do anything, so I settle for a hot cup of tea and the low glow of the television to occupy my mind.
By JD4 years ago in Fiction
Under the Azure Sky
It started when I was just about to graduate college, only 21 years old. I was sitting on a rock in Central Park West. It was the first day that it felt like spring was really coming. Everyone was out of their apartments, children were rolling around in the grass, and the sky was a beautiful shade of azure. There were only passing clouds and a light breeze.
By KB4 years ago in Fiction
Stranger
I woke up in a strangers bedroom, with no recollection of whose room I had invaded or how I had got there. To call it bedroom was a generous description as all that filled the room was a small bed, a closet, a single dresser, and a lamp. Personal touches were nowhere to be found, but there was a nice view of the outside to the left of the bed that gave the room some semblance of life.
By Desiree Guerrero4 years ago in Fiction
He's Still Here
When Kyle's number flashed across the screen of my phone, I knew it was important. I was a texter, and everyone knew it. And Kyle never called me, only text. Plus, he and Mason were at work on the oil drilling rig.
By A.R. Tanner 4 years ago in Fiction
Come Clean
What did we even fight about? Now that I had cooled off, I couldn’t even remember. That was the only bad thing about our arguments: I could never remember why we fought. I knew she would bring it back up when I got inside, but I kept quiet until then.
By Val Langford4 years ago in Fiction
Worth Waiting For
The Arizona sun beat down unmercifully, creating shimmers of heat that rose from the asphalt highway that stretched forever in both directions. Debbie Williams, her gray eyes shielded behind dark sunglasses, looked out from where she sat sideways behind the steering wheel of her car, with its hood up, windows down and doors open, and sipped her third bottle of water. Triple A had promised someone would be in here within an hour. An hour had come and gone. She sighed as she watched a coyote traipse through scrub among the saguaro cactus not too far away. She wasn't worried about the coyote. She was more afraid of snakes. But at this time of day they would most likely be holed up under a rock somewhere.
By Rebecca McKeehan4 years ago in Fiction