Love
Green Light
Exhausted she fell into her chair. Her arms and legs weak from the days rigorous agenda. More tired than hungry, she opted not to eat as that would require her to move more muscles. She closed her eyes and felt her tense body relaxing. Could she even make it to her bed? She pondered a short while and gave up on the notion of moving.
By Katherine Dockery4 years ago in Fiction
UNFINISHED BUSINESS
Living as an earth-bound spirit was much like living as an outcast in society. You were invisible and nobody talked to you. Some would say that statement was a bit of an oxy-moron but Beau felt very alive despite the fact he'd been knocked down by a bus crossing the road in Shoreditch.
By Sarah Kay Thomson4 years ago in Fiction
The crimson rose
One beauitful summers night a woman strolling through the rose garden happened to come acrossed this rose, it was like no other she seen before. The beauty of the rose was appealing so drawn into its dark color that she got lost in it. The rose took her on a journey into the realms of love. The journey shown her what her heart desired and what her soul only wanted and longed for in love. The woman who was named Serenity June was enjoying the journey the rose was taking her on, she only wished to meet the one true love the one whom could unlock these desires in her life.
By Sara Kline4 years ago in Fiction
Love spells that genuinely work
Fascination spells that really work and solid spells that you can get online are very disparate in nature. Most solid fascination energies that genuinely work are not helpfully found or arranged effectively on the web or in reality.
By Prof Nsanja4 years ago in Fiction
Mea Viridis Daemonium
"There."A distant sigh of relief from Samara is heard, "That's the last of it." Setting down the red soaked paint brush next to her freshly painted summoning circle. Looking towards the book of summonings to make sure it's correctly painted on the wooden floor below. "Looks correct to me... Hopefully this works correctly." Standing up from the cold creaky floor panels, Samara brushes her knees off, picking up the book of summonings holding it open on both forearms the chant begins, "Daemon, esto subjecto voluntati meae! Attenrobendum eos, ad consiendrum, ad ligandum eos, potiter et solvendum, et ad, congregontum eos, coram me!"
By Connor Davis4 years ago in Fiction
Found Love at the Nashville Underground
It's loud at the Nashville Underground on Broadway. I’m glad to be here along with a lot of apprehension. Things on the social scene have been rather quiet and I sure do need a good time with a good looking cowboy. After Brad dumped me, literally at the altar, I’ve had a tough time crawling out of my self-pity. Yet, here I am at the Underground taking a chance.
By pamela mayer4 years ago in Fiction
You are wrong about the song
Sitting at my balcony, I could see the gondolas sailing from the bottom of the street in Venice. I could hear a serenade being played to a loved one at the distance, sometimes muffled by the soft waves hitting the building; disturbing the buildings near by. The splashing of the paddle were an addition to the uniform sounds being taken away by the warm breeze just passing by in between the houses.
By Chacha Jaramillo4 years ago in Fiction
Strangers on a Train
‘Trains, man do I hate riding some trains. I like exotic train rides. Like the ones that go through the Rockies or the Smokies. The ones in Europe are the most romantic train rides I think anyone could every take. But this train from New Jersey to New York has gotten to be the longest, bumpiest ride of my life. I swear! And I know it maybe just me. Everyone else looks so comfortable and relaxed. Maybe I am just spoiled!’ Courtney thought to herself as she sat once again at 5 o’clock on her morning commute from her home across the river in New Jersey to downtown Manhattan.
By Ireland Lorelei 4 years ago in Fiction
Small Town Heartache
They broke up in a small town where everybody knew everybody. But he did not know that when they broke up, she was going to find somebody so soon. He did not realize that he would soon have to see them everywhere he went. And when he did think about her moving on with someone, he did not think it would be someone that he knew.
By Amanda J Mollett4 years ago in Fiction
Stupid Little Hearts
I can feel the incredible weight of the antebellum door as I turn the knob. I wonder how many people have passed into this building in the past two hundred-fifty years. Pirates, slaves, barkeeps, business men and now myself. A tiny bell tinkles heralding my arrival.
By Daniel Charles Porter4 years ago in Fiction
The Great "Modern Man"
The sea was earl gray and the afternoon misty. They were searching for oysters, not pearls, the birds. That’s why they were called Oystercatchers. The wise ones weren’t concerned with the bright and shiny prize inside, they just sought after what nourished them. Though the climate changed, by washed-up sands, by wind-built dunes and storms destroying them, by people and pollution, no matter the changing agent, this would always be home. This was their nature: to swoop down and catch their oysters, retelling the endless tales of their ancestors.
By Emily Paul 4 years ago in Fiction
