Love
First Date
I shook out my umbrella before heading into the restaurant and was very grateful when one of the staff offered to take it along with my coat. The rain had seemed to come from nowhere, but I always had my umbrella with me – best to be prepared. Under normal circumstances, my friends would have laughed at me, but this could be one of those times when I was proven right!
By Chris Cunliffe4 years ago in Fiction
Golden
Beneath her knees the fresh soil settled, sinking her slightly closer to the casket placed in the ground mere hours ago. The sun was still high, the day far too bright for the dark cloud eclipsing her heart. The others had left, heading to the celebration of life set across town at her favorite coffee shop, but she couldn't leave. Her legs beneath her felt as though they were deep roots, they were there, but only to anchor her. She wept, clutching the headstone tight as if she held it tight enough the stone would morph into the form of the name engraved and become real, letting this whole ordeal fade into nothing more than a terrible week that could eventually become a dark joke shared between them.
By Caleb Shepherd4 years ago in Fiction
It Grows On You...
The tan rotary phone rang in the study and Ethel Jean Charleston pushed her padded chair back from the table and set her Pinochle hand face down (even though she didn't have any company presently). "I'm coming," she called out to whomever it was on the other end of the ringing telephone. "Hold your horses." Hunched over and leaning on her cherry wood cane, she shuffled past the refrigerator, through the doorway and into the study. Pictures on the wall of a very Catholic-looking Jesus and Virgin Mother Mary greeted her with unwavering attention the moment she entered the study and continued to scan her paced movements across the room.
By Mike Morgan4 years ago in Fiction
The Sunset of My First Love
It was a moment that I didn’t want to end, but I knew it was going to. We watched the sunset on a majestic summer evening with a cool breeze flowing around us. The hue of orange, yellow turning to red and pink was remarkable. In that moment I thought about how lucky I was to share it with someone I loved. I turned to look at her and caught a glimpse of the sunset reflecting on her beautiful face. She was glowing and radiating just like that summer sun. She had this aura about her that embodied the essence of summer. She was free, and to me she was fleeting. I could only stop to admire her like I could the sunset and then she was gone. I was left amazed and bewildered at the same time and couldn’t understand why things had to end. In those days love was fleeting to me, it was always there until I reached for it. It faded like those sunsets on those summer nights.
By Matthew Mccahey4 years ago in Fiction
Something Better
Of course he was going to leave me at some point. I just assumed it would be one random night, taking off with my car and darting across the country looking for the Something Better. He was always talking about “something better.” Nothing was ever good enough. There had to be more. More women, more challenges, and more to accomplish. I knew he would leave me one day, but I didn’t think it would be like this.
By Cassidy Barker4 years ago in Fiction
The Golden Promise
My Abuela died when I was seven years old. Too young to learn about the futility of life. Barely old enough to comprehend the concept of someone leaving you and never coming back. The realization did not sink in for another three years during 5th-grade Health class. My classmates and teacher were talking about the human body and how quickly it can shut down. The subject was a seventy-three-year-old woman who had an infection from a cut untreated for too long. Within days, she had gone septic, a rapid progression disease that attacks your organs directly. I immediately thought of her while watching the presentation. Abuela was seventy-three, had an old nail stuck in her foot for two years that went untreated, and suffered from an infection that took her life. Tears would not stop flowing.
By Rain Dayze4 years ago in Fiction
Marked by Marigold
I stare at the blank canvas in front of me, the paint palette on my lap. The wood of the palette is now muddied from all the mixed colour stains from the past. I pick up the yellow paint tube. I don’t know what I will paint but I know it will be yellow, that is always the main colour I choose for my paintings. Waiting…..waiting for inspiration but nothing comes. A clattering sound from the kitchen startles me out of my reverie. I turn to look at him, the recent fling in my life. The thing that has been keeping me entertained for the past 3- no- 4 weeks? I don’t know because I struggle to keep track of those things. He stands there in his tartan pyjamas and I know I’ve reached the wall again and today is the day I will break it off again- too comfortable - too much of the same and now he has to go. Don’t get me wrong, it's nice especially at the beginning when it’s filled with so much excitement -going on dates, the late-night phone calls, the constant ‘not being able to keep your hands off of each other's feelings- but then I hit the wall. The fun and games stop and then it becomes serious and they expect certain things from you want you to spend time with them, prioritise them, show that you care and I dunno it just makes me want to escape. I want the freedom of going out as a please and having to think about someone else before any decision that I make just suddenly makes me care less about them and that is when I reach ‘the wall’ then out they go and I start all over again. You’d think one of these days I’d just stop dating but I can’t seem to help myself, the beginning is just too good not to crave it again.
By emma martin4 years ago in Fiction
The Estranged Wife Part 4
David Carter’s POV I rushed to the nearest mall to buy some clothes for Alex. I didn’t understand why he kept bullying Sarah, apart from the fact that she is his ex-wife. He has been making her miserable for weeks. Sarah seemed really nice and she didn’t deserve all this crap. I’m going to confront Alex and ask him to cease bullying her. I’m going to do this not because I’m taking Sarah’s side, but because I don’t think it’s fair for her to be treated like that.
By Jem Ricafort4 years ago in Fiction
