Love
As He's Written
"Write me." The words whispered through Bethany's mind, separate from the strange, disjointed dreams of deep slumber. The voice was familiar, if indistinct. It touched something deeply held, a wish, a longing, an urgency that tugged at her and drew her to the surface of consciousness.
By Rebecca McKeehan4 years ago in Fiction
Hurtles
I didn’t know who he was, in the usual sense. I was not aware of his appearance; not in height or weight, nothing. Never had I laid eyes on the man but despite all of this I found myself falling more in love with him as every day flew by. Around my head, the days flew; through my ears and in between my toes. One by one I was blinded as the nights came to an end again and again without my consent. How is it that time can fly by so quickly when you actually start not paying attention to it? The answer was easy but accepting it for most people is the difficult part. Time moves when you look in the opposite direction because, in all truth, you are asking it to. Sure, you aren’t screaming to the world, “Time, go forward! Fly, as I patiently wait for what my future brings!” But in reality time knows this is what we want.
By Lizzy Gabrick4 years ago in Fiction
Some Drop Like Flies
He tried to save her. His attempts were there from the beginning but in the end, they might as well have been not present at all. They were lost anyway—left for the rain, the flame, the wind. Like the words inscribed on the inside of a brain they fell useless with the body after death, never to be revived after taking their fall.
By Lizzy Gabrick4 years ago in Fiction
Tortuous Electricity
It was just like any ordinary day in my life but, looking back, the day I met him awoke a flame in me that I am unable to put out still to this day. Some things in life you simply cannot put into words, and the particulars surrounding our first meeting can be classified as such. When I met him, when he met me, that was the beginning of a new stage of my life, a remarkably beautiful one. He was, after all, an extraordinarily beautiful person, so it is no wonder with his entrance in my life came a flood of all things good. I realize I may sound fanatical, biased, enraptured—but I am all those things, for he has come to be the epitome of love for me, the ultimate attainment of my happiness, the single person who can make me feel seventy thousand things at once.
By Lizzy Gabrick4 years ago in Fiction
My Heart is Open
I do not really know how it happened. One day I was lost, enclosed in a seemingly impenetrable bubble of despair and regret, uncertain as to why I allowed myself to fall so far for a man who did not intend to plummet with me. The next day, however, something awoke within me; it was a new feeling of hope and promise, something I had not felt in a very long time. The awakening did not erase the past. No, life did not work that way, and I do not really want it to. But to be free is an overwhelming sensation; one I had forgotten existed in my plan to live my present-day life within the comforting arms of history.
By Lizzy Gabrick4 years ago in Fiction
Cabin in the Dawn
Eastern Tennessee, 1924 Lucas sat exhausted, leaning back against the trunk of an old growth hemlock tree. Feeling along his side, he found the improvised bandage that held moss in place over the bullet hole from a small caliber weapon and was relieved to find no evidence of further blood loss. The bullet had entered the fleshy part of his body, missing vital organs and was still in there. And it hurt like hell. But right now that was the least of his worries.
By Rebecca McKeehan4 years ago in Fiction
He and She. Top Story - October 2021.
****** She It was beginning to turn into an obsession. A deep, dark, six foot seven, muscular obsession. He was all I could think about. He was all I wanted. He was who I thought of before going to sleep and he was the first thing I thought of in the morning. I dreamed of him. I desired him.
By Vicky DiMichele4 years ago in Fiction
Christmas Without You
Moonlight found its way into the bedroom, its glow more pronounced by the reflection of the three feet of snow that covered the ground outside. The furnace hummed as warm air was forced from the vents into room. From beneath the rumpled comforter, Rachel turned over onto her side and reached out to the clock on the bedside table. 3:23. Exactly ten minutes from the last time she checked.
By Rebecca McKeehan4 years ago in Fiction
Toronto, Toronto
"That's the thing about this city," Isabelle says, "it's always moving and changing. You're going to love New York. We could stay for as long as you want. And we don't have to steal jewels or museum exhibits, but they're always bringing in new things so if we wanted to..."
By Moira Western4 years ago in Fiction
Dream Date
Tonight was the night. A countdown starting 10 days ago has created a level of anticipation and excitement Terrell has not experienced in a very long time. Placing the finishing touches on the night ahead and grabbing a bottle of Merlot, Terrell is ready to take on this highly anticipated night. Dressed to impress he wears a black, red, and white tight fitting long sleeve Hugo Boss shirt with black pants and matching Jordans. Bringing along his favorite watch and chain he feels like Ebony man of the month. Hair and teeth brushed and waves spinning he stares back at himself in the mirror as he prepares for this long awaited date. He was owner to a rare and ancient set of red Andis T- Liners with a chrome finish on each side. They had a long black cord and at the bottom of the clippers laid a chrome on/off switch. These were top of the line T Liners before the world of cordless. Luckily he was able to buy more blades to create longevity and durability within his clippers. He lined his hair up so sharp it made the blade dull. It was by far his best work. It was much needed given the circumstances of the future most important moment in his love life. In his car approaching the previously agreed upon location to meet his hopeful tinder date he begins to become nervous. He had matched and met women on tinder before. But the level of anticipation and mystery to this new date made this tinder match exponentially special. He would stare at his phone waiting on her response. He would pull his phone out his pocket every 10 minutes thinking he felt it vibrate. The closer he gets to his destination his palms begin to sweat. Doubt begins to fill his head. He was good on paper but in person he was sometimes so desolate and cold it turned some women off. But not because he didn't care or was uninterested but because he was burdened and drowned by his own thoughts. He would randomly have very unique and specific thoughts about anything and everything that would take his mind away from the present situation. Sometimes it made him feel weird or crazy but over time he rationalized the thoughts and it made him very calm and worry free. He was always himself no matter who was around or no matter how good or how bad. He was himself. He was a quiet man. Very observative. Very laid back. He preferred to let others talk while he only listened to really understand them as a person. He would critique their reactions and certain mannerisms to determine if the person was worth opening up to. He would sit and wait for a invisible rope to pull him. This invisible rope was known as a vibe. In his past the vibe he craved and longed for would always leave his body immediately after sex. All vibes that were present before sex would simultaneously dissolve before he could get his clothes back on. Unfortunately, this has led him to many awkward situations and women feeling he was unemotional or uninterested. But that was never the case. He confused lust for love during sex when love is so important he would lose that feeling of lust and be left with nothing. He wasn't a player or a womanizer, he just didn't understand his own emotions because he was raised by lions and wolves. He was raised to be a dog and to only bark and bite if he has to. No room for emotion no room for doubt.
By ET Productions 4 years ago in Fiction
