Love
Fat and Fab Femboy
I’m standing at the crosswalk, Broadway Rector street. Behind me, men in business suits blend together with adolescents in turtlenecks, carrying yoga mats. They hurriedly stream in between the green lamp posts of Wall street station and disappear into the underground in order to avoid the rain. The brim of my pants dig into my waist, the thin white belt just a little bit too tight. Liquid golden liner round my eyes, re-liquefied and running in the rain. Next to me the neo-Gothic towers of Trinity Church are reaching for the skies, and six feet under a polished miniature obelisk lies Alexander Hamilton. The red hand of the traffic light keeps me from crossing. There he comes, down the sandstone steps of Broadway 65, tryingly reaching out a hand to feel the rain. The love of my life.
By Maximilian Johnsson4 years ago in Fiction
When the Ice Melts
It’s been a few days since the snowstorm blew in, one I was not prepared for in any way. Nonetheless, I endured, the temperature was brutal, the winds strong, pounding at the walls of the cabin. As I stand looking out the window, violent flurries of snowflakes dance with erratic movements caused by the random change in direction of the wind. The sun never truly disappears from the night sky, a faint glow on the horizon can be seen, but in no way was I fooled into thinking it was safe to venture outside, if only to replenish my stack of logs by the stone fireplace. My current supply will have to do.
By Jasmine S.4 years ago in Fiction
The Emerald Engagement Ring
An emerald in an engagement ring has a special meaning. It’s supposed to signify good luck, peace and longevity in a marriage. Marissa sighed. A beam of sunlight was hitting the ring in a vicious sparkle, casting a green light on the wall. She fluttered her fingers so she could watch the green light dance on that cream canvas like a strange firefly. But all of a sudden, the sun went in behind a cloud, and the green light went with it. The jewel seemed duller, and no fluttering of her fingers could bring the brilliance back. Seemed an appropriate omen for what it represented. She sighed again as she let her hands fall to her lap.
By Nessy Writer4 years ago in Fiction
Leaving Unknown
She replayed the argument in her head over and over as she drove. This had been the most confusing fourteen hours she could remember in a very long time. None of it made sense, and very possibly, that was the point. She attempted to stay very small in their situation and stay to herself as much as possible. The opportunity to plant seeds and jumpstart her goals seemed to have had her blinded to the environment. And the wait of winter must have turned into a weight. So many things she could have done differently over these past four months, and her mind kept replaying them all.
By Jami Larson4 years ago in Fiction
Beyond My Last Heartbeat
From an early age, we're taught and shown the versatility of the color green. In school, your art teacher will teach you that you'll get green paint if you mix yellow and blue paint. In botany class, you're taught how photosynthesis helps make our plants, trees, and grass, beautiful variations of the color green. Durning drivers education, you're oriented that the red light means stop, yellow light means slow down, and green light means go. Green is also the color of envy, but what do you do when green suddenly means "the end"?
By Maize Scott4 years ago in Fiction
The green light of love
It was a normal Monday morning in the heart of America - Ohio. The birds were chirping, the sky was blue, and the trees were turning a slight color of auburn as it was an october day. I was a young girl just out of college on her way to her first day at her brand new job.I started driving down the highway and I made it to your typical street light which was red at the time. Five minutes had passed and it seemed like we might be here for a while as it looked like they were doing stop and checks and there were like 50 cars ahead of me. First thing I did was pull out my phone and call my boss to let her know what was going on and she said just get here when you can. After that call was made I started to relax as I now knew I would'nt be getting in trouble for being late on my first day. I kept looking in front of me as the cars slowly started to diminish in front of me. What I saw in front of me I couldn't believe. Fabian Lee. My old best friend from high school who I hadn't seen in years as he had moved away in junior year and we had lost touch. I pulled up to the light as it was finally my turn, rolled down my window and looked at the police officer and he looked at me. OMG isabel is that you?
By Hannah Lovell4 years ago in Fiction
The Key To Her Heart
It took the coldest winter in a century for me to find out who my Dad was. I grew up in London, the only child of a single parent, my Mum. I asked about Dad from time to time, as kids will, and Mum would only say Dad had died. She never told me more and refused to discuss him. As far as I knew, we had no other relatives, either. There were always friends, and I remember lots of laughter and good company, but no family.
By Andy Killoran4 years ago in Fiction
The people with painted skin
"Mummy tell me the story" "Tell me the story!" The little girl squeal. her mother laughs "which one" she said "the people with painted skin" she whispered as of telling a precious secret. "hmm? don't recall that one" the mother said feigneing confused
By Kendrix Yasir4 years ago in Fiction
