Love
Even Santa’s Elves Fall in Love
His arrival is greeted with silent indifference despite the winter breeze and stray snow flurries that accompany him through the revolving door. Compared to the bustling city streets on the other side of the serene, all-glass hotel facade, its lobby is one of the most peaceful spaces into which the man has ever stepped foot.
By Nathan Perriello 4 years ago in Fiction
In Love with a Faceless Voice
In Love with a Faceless Voice It was a dream come true. I was about to give up on love when I met him. He was well put together, not perfect but the mirror reflection of me. The sound of his voice moved me, I drooled over his, every word as my eyes widened in amazement. I felt like I knew him my entire life. A few text messages later and I was head over heels. I could not understand how I could fall in love with a faceless voice. Then I saw him, a tall, milk chocolate and easy on the eyes guy, not movie star Idris Elba handsome but better. I became speechless as his words filled me like a mother’s milk that fills her baby and every word as sweet as honey in a comb.
By Randall Morgan4 years ago in Fiction
Like A Virgin
I know I am seventeen, but I have my mom drop me off at the Lake County fair, so I could meet up with some friends and celebrate summer before I start my senior year in high school. I throw on tight white jean shorts and a black tank top along with my black and white ADIDAS tennis shoes. Using a scrunchie, I throw my hair up in a ponytail and put on a little make-up.
By Jamie Duncan4 years ago in Fiction
The Moon and the Loon
The young loon felt the burn of his day’s flight with each “whoomph, whoomph..” of his spotted wings. The sun had passed over his back from right to left, as he made his way towards the little forested jewel of a lake nestled beneath a dark grey granite cliff, where tiny little quartz crystals twinkled like so many stars in the evening dark.
By Sheldon Hughes4 years ago in Fiction
Airport Love Crisis
I think someone should write a television series about my relationships. The title can be Get it Together. It would star me – a single, successful, young woman trying to find true love, in this cold world. You see, I am the idiot headed back to LaGuardia, in this old taxi. I might not even make it there, if my cab driver does not stop driving like he is the only vehicle on the road. How could I not see that he still had feelings for her? Technically, he is adamant he does not, but I found her letter professing her love for him. He admitted that he let her come take care of him, while he was sick, with COVID-19. I think he is lying because women do not just get feelings out of nowhere. From experience I can say, men tend to lead us on. I cannot blame her though. She is in love. Although what did I really expect? She is the mother of his son. Stupidly, I am in love with him too. And since I want him to be happy, I told him, he should give it another try with her and left. Now I am watching the rain pour down from this green cab and kissing Brooklyn goodbye. I could never come back here as it feels like I am leaving a piece of me behind. My grandmother used to say that it rains because God is crying. Well at least God can express his tears. I am in too much shock to cry. I just feel stupid because I saw a future with him, instead of opening my eyes to the reality that she was still in his heart the whole time. You cannot just break years of history, love and hate like they had just because you care about someone new. I rolled down the window, to get one last whiff of Brooklyn, but now, in addition to the usual stench of the borough, I smell my own broken dreams and the fears that have always lingered, in the back of my mind. Brooklyn now smells like concrete and failure. As I swiped my card for the cab and grab my belongings, LaGuardia now smells like hope and depression, at the same time. As I walk through the automatic doors and stood in line for the ticket desk, I had hoped this next part would be like a scene out of a movie. I wanted the man I love to chase me with flowers, and we kiss and make up, while everyone claps. Unfortunately for me, it is not that kind of party. As I stand in line, I could not help but get lost in thought. Why couldn’t I make him happy? Was he always just meant to be with her? I was so lost in thought, I didn’t even hear the ticket agent saying next, until the man behind me tapped me.
By Diamond Elliott4 years ago in Fiction
Her Type
Jillian did not have a type, she liked who she liked. Loved who she loved. Her head was on Adam’s lap, and he held her close. In the mirror opposite them, she could barely see him. Adam’s face was obscured by his beard and his long hair. Both of which she loved. He looked like he did not belong to the now, he looked like a modern hippie. She looked foreign on his lap, her hair pulled up and her formal work clothes.
By F. Leonora Solomon4 years ago in Fiction
MAN MADE 5
SETTING DR. LOWINSKYS OFFICE Scene opens in the computer lab where the back up data is at 99.7 percent in the blurred background Lilith and Nuk run out of the simulation room to call the police. The computer says completed and it says “uploading into brain” the system makes a sound and electrocutes Lows unconscious body. Lows body begins to shake as his melanin skin is turned white, he loses color in his lips turning pale and begins to recede at the edges making him smile. Lows eyes loses color turning them milky white and the skin surrounding them turned black, his hair stands up on straight. Low begins to vibrates really fast until he’s ripped through his clothes leaving his red under armor. Low continues to shake even after the machine stops, he eventually stops then there is a silence in the room until there is a sound from outside the window.
By La’Garyus Bonney4 years ago in Fiction
"Diary of an oxygen thief": how a man fell in love with girls, and then left them to hurt
Already none of us is surprised or misunderstood the term "psychological abuse", and there are quite a few recommendations and advice on the Web on what signs you can calculate toxic men. However, not so long ago we had the opportunity to look at the world through the eyes of this very abuser with the help of one of the most honest books on the topic of emotional abuse.
By Sahina Bano4 years ago in Fiction
The story of Promiseum - Dream Walker
He sat up in bed, not knowing what had woken him up. It didn't seem like he was asleep for long. What time is it anyway? He checked the time on his phone. Nine o'clock in the morning! Crap, I'm late! He exclaimed. The Grand opening was supposed to start two hours ago. He jumped up and got dressed as fast as he could. He ran out of his room to get Emily and Robert. When he went to knock on Emily's door, it was already open.
By Llwyd L. Brenin4 years ago in Fiction
