Love
Right My Wrong
The smell of coffee wafting throughout the room opened my eyes from my brief nap on the couch. I poured two mugs and carried them to the back porch. The cold wind cut into my skin as I placed the coffee on the table and sipped it slowly. Snow gently fell across the woodland as our house sat by the frozen pond, with the town forty miles away. I stared at the pond in silence, finishing my coffee and taking a deep breath. I placed the cups in the sink, dumping the second mug then I reached for my notebook. Turning the pages, I reached my list and checked off a goal. Skimming through the list I then close the notebook and walk outside. I pick up a few pebbles and try to skip one across the ice. The stone clacks against the frozen water as I watch it slide away. After a while I step back into the warm home and examine our outdated calendar. Next week a date night we flew kites; so in tradition after a week goes by I pulled them out of the closet. A snow storm ravaged throughout the sky while snow piled on me. My hands felt frozen within my gloves as I attached one kite to a rock and held the other. The wind was brutal while the kite flapped around and hit the ground repeatedly. After half an hour I finally allowed myself to step inside and warm my pained fingers, and then I ticked off another goal in the notebook.
By Ruben Ramos4 years ago in Fiction
Frozen Love
Dear Diary, It was December 21, the first day of winter. For the first time in my life I actually understood what survivors' guilt must feel like. One year ago I was forced to decide who I would entrust my heart to. Would it be my high school sweetheart, Roland, who supplied me mentally? Or would it be my college romance, Jared, who supplied me sexually? I mean they both made me happy in more ways than one. Nevertheless, my heart was floating in troubled waters. If it wasn’t for that frozen pond then my heart wouldn’t have been won over by my true love.
By Dontavius Foster4 years ago in Fiction
The table without time
I run my hand along the scalloped edge of the table we shared for so many years. The cool metal feels as familiar as a hand against my skin, but this time I'm the one that's left with traces of his touch. I remember setting it up for the two of us, sometimes for a romantic date night, other times for a simple morning coffee chat. I love our memories here at this table. It became a fragment of us, something that remained untouched by the hands of time.
By Anastasia S4 years ago in Fiction
JACEY FAWN
PART 1 OF 4 OF THE DAKOTA FAWN JACEY HUMAN SERIES. A GAY ROMANCE FOR ALL AGES In Chickaloon, North Alaska during the winter months there are next to no jobs going in the tiny population of 272 people. If you could handle the cold and the freezing sub-zero winters, you would consider Chickaloon a slice of heaven.
By Chris M Richards4 years ago in Fiction
What is love?
There were two loves in my high school years. First there was E. He was fun, cute, popular looking, had nice things, a family and lived right around the corner from my aunt whom I visited many times. Yes, the same aunt who took me when I was 4 when I stopped talking and eating. She stuck around and always made me feel welcome in her home throughout my childhood.
By Shelley Mcconnell4 years ago in Fiction
Chocolate and Silk
“It is unique to our species that each is bound to the other by a filament, indiscernible yet indestructible. Viewed as a whole, it is the fabric of mankind characterized as much by our individuality as our sameness. Of all God's creatures, it is this cloth of silken thread that sets us apart.”
By Alexander J. Cameron4 years ago in Fiction
The Loss of a Loved One
I remember one night, I was running in a dream. I’m not sure how I knew it was a dream but somehow I just knew. Or at least I had desperately hoped it was. I was running down a white hall as fast as I could. Having this sense of panic in this pit of my stomach, my feet were barely able to keep up with my legs and how fast they were moving.
By Eliza Vargas4 years ago in Fiction
A story Of a Dog
Southlake DPS says a Southlake police officer immediately thought he saw a dog fall into an icy lake and struggled to grab a small sheet of ice. When officers arrived at the lake, they saw a dog struggling to hold on to the ice, with most of its body submerged. The dog and its owner both went missing Monday after falling into an icy lake, and local police officer Tyler Ward rescued them.
By Riyaz Shree4 years ago in Fiction
Jam Out with your Clam Out
Clouds parted and a speck appeared among aureate rays of sunlight. Beak tucked between her wings, a swan fell from the sky toward a chrysocolla colored sea. A second before splashing down, the swan unfurled her wings and took flight. She soared above volcanic archipelagos and islands of beige sand. As if guided by Gaia. She was on her way to Japan.
By Tony Marsh4 years ago in Fiction
Riding the Fugues
Corbin watched the dying embers of the fire from where he lay on the cabin rug. He had always found mesmerizing the waves of orange & yellow, highlighted with flicking tongues of blue. They had the power to transport him to magical lands of haunting beauty filled with excitement & danger, contentment & peace.
By Randy Wayne Jellison-Knock4 years ago in Fiction
