Love

The Leap from the Bridge Is Ungainly
The leap from the bridge is ungainly. It is not at all the elegant diver's pose he has envisioned. It is a clumsy fall with pinwheeling arms. One moment he stands on the ledge, and in the next he simply steps off,
By Charles Wolfegang Tuomi4 years ago in Fiction
Gerry and the New York Heiress
She wondered what it was like in his silent world and wished he could tell her; instead, she traced his eyebrows with her fingertips. Streaks from her finger and droplets from her eyes smudged the cold glass and formed prisms on the screen of the IPad. Gerry, with his noble face, strong jaw, high cheekbones, stoic black eyes, and the silken frame of his long ebony hair, stared at her, silent. Janice brought the tablet closer and touched her lips to the image of his full, firm lips.
By J. S. Wade4 years ago in Fiction
Pandora’s Box
I wonder if he thinks about me at night, when he’s all alone in his bed. No one to talk too, no one to caress. Does he look at photos of me, zoom in and observe me? Does he wonder what his life could have been like with me in it.
By Anita Salmeron4 years ago in Fiction
The Summer of 1974
Mom has another new boyfriend. It seems that since Dad left she’s never been happy. Sometimes I go outside and wander the neighborhood for something to do. I don’t think she misses me. My older sister, Cal, is hardly ever at home. I always envied Cal. She was a free spirit, not a care in the world. I miss her.
By Rosy Gee4 years ago in Fiction
Castles in the Sand
It was the summer of 1976, the hottest for 350 years. The sand burned my feet as I scampered along Tenby beach chasing a big, brightly colored plastic beach ball. I was seventeen years old and couldn’t have been happier.
By Rosy Gee4 years ago in Fiction
Coming Home Again
When I was growing up in rural Belize, I dreamed of my future while I munched on seeds and berries and went about my day's work. I hung with my crew and we'd often watch the boys. They never really noticed me. I couldn't blame them, I had 2 incredibly beautiful best friends that they liked just fine, Derry and Jo. The boys would dance and carry on, acting foolish, doing anything to get their attention.
By Misty Rae4 years ago in Fiction
Subsistent Lies
I dropped my water buckets and wiped the sweat off my eyebrow as I looked down at our cottage. From atop the hill I spotted Isabella tending to the laundry and Gabriella was…what was she doing? I scanned the yard more and sighed when I couldn’t spot her or her horse, Epona. No doubt the both of them were out in the woods exploring who knows what. Instead of doing her chores, I’m sure she coaxed Isabella into doing them for her. “She’s in the woods.”
By Kimmie Hite4 years ago in Fiction
Dreamer - Chapter 10
Disclaimer: This story has multiple parts. To read the previous part, you can click here. I saw me. How? How was I able to see myself in someone like that? Like him? I'm so this.. and he's so.. that. How did I manage to see someone so weak.. so happy.. so glowing.. in just a couple pair of green eyes? How could eyes even tell you so much about a single person?
By 'Lissa Stufflestreet4 years ago in Fiction
Banished Man
He remembers their early times together. How, at times, she would send him away with her terse instructions: Go work on yourself, and the classic if inscrutable, Get your shit together. What could he do? Banished, he did as she asked, he went away. He would make some token effort towards whatever it was he thought she wanted from him. Mostly he pined for her, self-medicated with whatever substances and behaviors until she would summon him again.
By Shawn Ingram4 years ago in Fiction
My breakup with Harry
It was the quarantine. Neither of us had any symptoms when NYC imposed the quarantine. So I started writing again, and he was trying his hand at music producing.
By Teresa Powe4 years ago in Fiction
The Pros and Cons of Falling for London
London was nothing like I expected. Even though the vibes screamed, “city,” it didn’t feel like one. Surrounded by modern buildings, it didn’t give me the same feeling as New York or even Boston—like the city yearned to swallow me whole. No matter where I looked, I could spot St. Paul’s Cathedral. That knowledge provided some comfort. Especially because right next to St. Paul’s was one particularly important place—Covent Garden, the place I could buy all the tea and sweets I wanted. It was also where the Burberry store was located.
By Kassandra Moore4 years ago in Fiction
The Pros and Cons of Falling for London
Happy hour started during the quiz making the drinks two for one. The smart thing would have been to split the price of drinks. However, still drunk, quite literally, from the newfound freedom of being able to “legally” drink we decided to splurge and get two each.
By Kassandra Moore4 years ago in Fiction