Love
Seven Minutes in Heaven
“Are you coming out tonight?” The words still echoed, and haunted my fragile mind. I can still remember the party like it was yesterday. The room reeked of beer and various body odors, the smiles of young adults surrounding us. I wasn’t going to go at first, you know. I had originally planned on staying in.
By Lindsay Dewolfe4 years ago in Fiction
A Newfound Respect
“Honey, are you sure?” James asks his wife with a look on his face somewhere between concern and excitement. “If you’re scared we can skip this part and just hang out on the boat,” he reassures as the excursion employee helps with her equipment.
By Rafael Guerrero4 years ago in Fiction
The young boy and the Sea
The salt of the ocean on the West coast was loved by all. Nobody was immune to the scent of pure freedom, it was therapeutic in more than one way. The way that it makes you feel, when you breathe it deep into your lungs, you can almost feel the crashing of waves without even being near them. The sensation that it gives you is like none other. Peace. It brings peace to the weariest of hearts. And those that venture out to the beach and even into the depth of the arms of what can at times be both deadly and harmless, sometimes find more than they ever thought they would.
By Ronny Troyer4 years ago in Fiction
When to Let The Little Things Go
I never thought myself to be the sentimental type, but sweeping through my home town one last time is making me reconsider my connection to physical things. There’s a certain melancholic comfort in reaching out and touching something that’s been in your life forever, or driving down a road you’ve driven hundreds of times before. I can’t pretend like leaving it all behind is easy. But I feel like I have to, because if I don’t, the end of it all might actually start to get to me.
By Kyle Christopher4 years ago in Fiction
The Gift I Needed
I awake to the chirping sounds of the birds, their singing in the high summer morning. I can hear the faint laughter outside, children playing a game early. It is summertime; there is no need to stay inside, I suppose. I desire to sleep in; however, I can say the sounds are a nice difference from my phone alarm. My chubby little tabby walks on top of my chest and sits down. She purrs, looking down at my face with her paw on top of my mouth. It's almost as if she's trying to kill me in my sleep. I smile at her taking my little feline down to the floor.
By Dalila Fuentes4 years ago in Fiction
A Family Tradition
Anna set the package on the kitchen table and went back to the nearly-cooked scrambled eggs, stirring them with a spatula. She was happy today. She felt warm, cozy inside. Her little sister, Lucy, was home from college and had slept over. They’d stayed up too late, drank a bit too much wine, a really good cab, and laughed more than she could ever remember. Today they had the whole day together to shop, see a movie, whatever. Then tonight, Lucy would meet Steven.
By John T Talbert4 years ago in Fiction
