Love
Love is in the Painting
"Come on!! Hurry!" Little Jessica Raine shouted at her best friend Scylla. Scylla let out a laugh, running a few paces behind Jessica, clenching their ice skates. Scylla wore a thick jacket that kept her body heat inside, keeping her warm. She could see her breath. Her boots stomped against the soft white powder as they ran towards the small pond that was on the edge of town, which froze during the winter.
By N. K. Barclay4 years ago in Fiction
The Drive
Do not ask how they ended up working together or how they became friends. But if you do get either of them to reminisce, they’ll talk about the time the man they were hunting fell into a frozen pond. But that was a long time ago. Today, they are driving.
By Petrichorincolour 4 years ago in Fiction
Our Norway Pond
The air horn blared and all at once the fleet of box sleds began their uncertain descent down the hill towards the frozen pond. The bumble bee sled rolled over right at the beginning of the race and the airplane sled started to spin uncontrollably down the hill. The race car sled had the lead, it's wide, low profile allowing speed and stability. Jay and I watched as children got thrown from their poorly made cardboard contraptions, their parents failing to run to their aid, slipping down the icy slope. Jay was nearly in tears laughing, pointing at his younger brother's sled, barrel rolling down the hill, taking out all other sleds in its path. The race was over within minutes, Jay's younger brother the victor, by literally crushing the competition, emerged from his beaten sled in tears and covered in vomit.
By Mollie Harrison4 years ago in Fiction
After Ice-Walk
All my life I’ve tried to walk across the ice, out over the middle of the lake and on to the far side, daring the meandering micro-fractures that spread out from my heels to connect, wishing for them to create a fractal breach that will give way as I take my next step. All my life I’ve done it: daring, hoping, taunting, swaggering, trembling and finally revelling when I make it to the other side, victorious.
By Conor Darrall4 years ago in Fiction
Lullaby
The tender pangs of longing find her in the dark. Nights spent staring upward are quickly becoming a trend. The drugs are there if she needs them, but she finds it hard to let herself fall. Life's grind is no major hardship on her. Work sucks, but she knows that the benefits outweigh the stress and the expended time. Dragging her hand through her blonde hair, right down to the black roots, she sighs and turns to the left.
By Mack Devlin4 years ago in Fiction
LIP SERVICE
Lisbeth opened the front door to Jonathan’s home, expecting him to be ready for their long planned date to discuss the wedding reception and get in a couple of hours ice skating before dinner. Instead, he was watching football with his buddies Dick, Bruce, and Theo, surrounded by beer bottles, pizza, hot chicken wings, cigars . . . at 11 am.
By P. E. Zaccardo4 years ago in Fiction
Pluto and Proserpina
My legs move themselves the second I realize it. I’m pregnant. I can’t get to nursery quick enough and I start crying as I sprint into the room we have prepared for the baby we so desperately wanted. We have been trying and I am so excited but it’s too soon. I haven’t told everyone I truly love Pluto. I have been putting it off for years, but I knew I would do it eventually. I thought I would have more time. I have no time. This baby is on the way and everyone is going to hate me and hate my wonderful husband even more than they already do. They are going to hate my baby.
By Angie Seminara4 years ago in Fiction
An Encounter In A Taxi
She sat, smiling, in the black and yellow bombay taxi, and looked at her phone, trying to open facebook and then closing it up the very next second. The taxi pierced through the road, with the Marine Drive by its side,the cool winds from the sea soothed her face, her hairs flew all around, and she seemed to like it. The lights from the lampposts played hide and seek through the windows, falling on her closed eyes,eyes that were beautifully lined with Kohl. She kept her eyes closed, the horn awaking the sleepy buildings.
By somsubhra banerjee4 years ago in Fiction
The Sky At Night
Why can we never see the stars at night in the city? I know the scientific reason. Lights from the intersections full of night-time road trippers, the “baby, I’ll be right over”s and “sorry I’ll be late home”ers polluting the skies. Windows with the curtains drawn right back let rays of artificial electricity into the night to stop us seeing natures light. But why does this have to be? I love the stars. I love the moon. I want them back.
By Grayson Clayton4 years ago in Fiction
