Love
The Summer We Met
I rummaged through another stack of papers shoved in a corner of the room my granddad spent all his time in. Music scores, receipts, hotel confirmations, and more littered the sanctuary he created before passing. As the eldest grandson, I offered my help to my grandma to go through these things and keep only the important and necessary documents. So far, I had three solid trash bags of just pure junk. I was tempted to toss the whole stack, feeling an ache forming in my lower back. But, I continued on and told myself I would take a break after I finished this stack.
By Liz Gonzalez4 years ago in Fiction
A letter to my Best Friend; BFF
A letter of Best Friend: You said you need some space. For somebody who lectures the significance of limits, I regard your solicitation and a similar time I actually battle with how you could require more space than you as of now have. I'm 1363 miles away from you, we talk scarcely month to month, but then space is still what you need. From me.
By Better Brain4 years ago in Fiction
Love and Respect
In the year 2013, I turned down a boy who is one of my closest friends. I was also single at the time. But I turned him down because of my caste and parents. I made him a lifetime friendship offer and I meant it. He agreed to my terms, and we began hanging out with no preconceived notions. But, all of a sudden, he confronted me about his feelings and his insecurities about me. He reasoned that I could prefer someone else. I stated to him that there is no one in my life who I can completely trust and that I have only a few friends. However, he resigned. He expressed his dissatisfaction with the situation. He wishes to resume his life. He can only understand 0 or 1 because he was a computer graduate. The call was then hung upon. I called him right away to tell him not to tell our mutual friends about our talk. “Don’t worry, I’m not going to tell anyone!” he said as he agreed.
By Brandsandu4 years ago in Fiction
Marigold in Philly
Marigold smiled as she thought of the extenuating circumstances that planted her boot clad feet in the Philly. Even though it was blistering cold and her uncover nose felt as though it would fall off her face, the warmth she felt in her heart could truly not compare. After all these years, she finally possessed the ability to reunite with her long long lost love. She specifically recalled the bittersweet moment she reluctantly walked away from his pleading eyes fully knowing that she would never return and if she did there was an almost ninety-nine percent chance their situation would not go back to how it was in the past. They could never stay under the same roof or share any type of leaving quarters together for that was an impossibility; it would always be, always.
By Holly Phillips4 years ago in Fiction
The Changing of Seasons
Climbing, studying, feeling, and finally picking the perfect pear for the two of them, was what Johnny, day-dreamed about and looked forward to everyday even during class. Sitting in class listening to Mr. Lee, while staring down at his paper, pencil tapping on the desk waiting for the bell to ring. His anticipation for 3:30 was almost unbearable. Unbearable because he had a meeting with a pear tree, but not just any pear tree, it was the one which grew deep green leaves with pears that had a flicker of red and orange reflecting off of their favorite lake. This meeting between the two went on everyday, seven days a week.
By Rosaline Gunn4 years ago in Fiction
Simple Brown Paper Project
It was the morning of their anniversary. She woke up early in the morning to breakfast in bed. Waiting on the table next to her was a small present wrapped in brown paper with writing all over the paper. There was a card. She read the card to see what it said and who it was from? It was from her husband of ten years. He had just gotten home from prison the year before.
By Amanda J Mollett4 years ago in Fiction
Marigolds…
Brandon couldn’t get to the cemetery fast enough. The day had gotten away from him, with work and the drama with Eunice. All he wanted to do was put it all behind him and get there in once piece. But it wouldn’t be easy because the hurricane headed their way was creating gridlock on the highway.
By Alejandra Mora Hendler4 years ago in Fiction
Immortal Love
Marigold Williams. That was my name. My mother had named me after the bunch of flowers that my dad had gotten her on their first date. She would repeatedly tell me that it symbolized positive and energy and how it was the perfect name for me because she and my dad loved me immensely. I never argued about the name. Some of my friends at my old school would say that I was ancient for having such a name. In their eyes, a more modern name like Kylie or Chloe was more acceptable. But to me it didn’t matter what they thought. Even though I was constantly reminded that my name wasn’t good, it was the perfect name for me because my mother had chosen it for me. And my name was a mental picture of how much my mother loved my father and how much the both of them loved me.
By Ranul Amarabandhu4 years ago in Fiction
