Love
Work It Out
Wendy sits staring at the front door of her home, afraid to leave. She lives in the house her father and mother built. Both are deceased now. Her only companions are the two cats that came on her porch and never left. Today will be the day she leaves the house, just to see what it’s like outside. It would seem like a simple thing to do, but Wendy is afraid to go outside. For years after she would come home from school, she would retreat to her room. Her parents weren’t particularly social, so it never occurred to them that Wendy was regressing with each passing year.
By Michelle Elaine Mobley4 years ago in Fiction
The CEO and I the Beginning
“Mr. Olson Parker will come in a few minutes and he is the CEO of the Company,” Trevor exclaimed. Well, The CEO of our company is about to introduce himself to us. In fact, I am kinda excited. Trevor said I will be his Executive Assistant.
By Milan Pineda4 years ago in Fiction
A Tale of Two Kitties
From the instant Merton slipped it from behind himself and pushed it into her hands Berta loved the little ball of fur. It snuggled in her hands against her chest emitting little kitten purrs and closed its eyes. Brownie, she named it. From the start, Brownie was adventurous, prowling the house, getting into mischief, climbing everywhere, clawing fabrics, and knocking objects off of shelves. Merton fixed Brownie up with a crawl hole so that he could do his business outside. Having come from a union of Havana Brown and yellow tabby, Brownie grew into a handsome cat, sometimes a house sitter, other times sleeping near the house by the driveway. Merton was fond of Brownie too, with Berta claiming full proprietorship inside the house and he bonding with him when meeting up in the yard. He kept mum on the friendship with Brownie because he did not wish to appear to compete with Berta for his affection.
By Charles Turner4 years ago in Fiction
Hal-loween
It was as if she was looking into the face of her best friend, her companion. His teeth, just a little crooked, his cross eyes reveal a playful expression, and his skin, lined, bumpy and orange, but that’s what she loves about him. After all, he is the first pumpkin Gracie carved almost entirely by herself. She was no novice when it came to Halloween, carving pumpkins had been a tradition since before she was born.
By Angeline Barrett 4 years ago in Fiction
Divine Pair
The pounding in my chest has spread to my ears, eluding that this could be a dream, which I'm still finding hard to believe this isn't. Smacking right into each on this trail, after almost 8 years. It's almost degrading how quickly I remember the feeling of being beside him, but even worse, how quickly I relished in it.
By Kaitlyn Bajus 4 years ago in Fiction
