Love
The Coffee Shoppe on Main
The voices in the coffee shop entwined together into a low-hanging rhythm, finding spaces to linger between the ceiling and the tops of heads. It's a different sound than say, a pub, or a market. There's a warmth to it. The words that are uttered are done with purpose and care. Hearts are opened, secrets are revealed.
By Christina Hunter4 years ago in Fiction
Once And For All
The relief of finally arriving home after a long arduous day at the office, knowing it was Friday, and I’d have two peaceful days ahead of me was a brief one. The word home came with a sort of ache every time I remembered the place where I stayed when I wasn't at work. It was a dull, cold, small apartment that I resigned myself to for the last six months since my wife, sorry ex-wife, occupies the house that used to be our home. After nearly fifty expensive let’s-try-to-make-it-work therapy sessions, I knew that even though she was the one in the wrong, I’d be the one to move out. She’s the mother of my children and so regardless of right or wrong, the mother always got the house.
By Nathalie Clair4 years ago in Fiction
“Sincerely Gwen”
Gwen packed the materials together with care meticulously placing them in the brown paper box and wrapping it tightly and lovingly. They were the most illicit acts caught on film and video ever put together. Some where captured with Bens knowledge and other in secret.
By Kenneth cruz4 years ago in Fiction
Love Note's In Paris
Cafe Au Vieux Paris d'Arcole Julia‘s hands closed over the box sitting on her desk that was covered with brown paper. The fourth mysterious package to show up at her stoop with no knowledge of who they came from. The adventures they led her on, though, were just as exciting as they were, confusing to their origin.
By Misha Alsleben4 years ago in Fiction
fields of gold
The scent of lavender fills my senses as I enter the living room. I inhale delightedly, basking in the serenity the scent brings as I take off my coat. My eyes land on the newspaper I’d brought in earlier, my stomach churning as I read the headline. ‘Thousands Killed in Paris Bombing’. How am I supposed to raise a child in a world that is so cruel? Shaking my head, I pull my mind from such thoughts, knowing our chances of having a child were now non-existent, every avenue having already been exhausted. Hesitantly I call for my wife, the memories from the night before, flooding my mind… her hopelessness, my frustration, our tears.
By Rivva-Zo Norman4 years ago in Fiction
Skin Deep
Was it just my imagination that day that made me believe that this man existed outside of this world? His appearance was normal if you consider drop-dead-gorgeous a normal thing. His smile was a mixture of a hypnotizing glow against his deep chocolate complexion, and a warning bell against those who wished to venture further to see what might be on the other side of it.
By Gracelee Campbell4 years ago in Fiction
Timeless Love
Its 2pm. I know that I can expect to find a single marigold placed gently on the bench outside of the sliding glass doors. A marigold that I will deliver to room 18, Mrs. Hampton. I make my way to the front door, retrieve the golden flower and cheerfully enter Mrs. Hampton’s room. I announce my presence out of consideration for Mrs. Hampton’s failing sight. She knows why I’m there and I can see her face begin to glow as she anticipates her daily visit from Mr. Hampton.
By Caralee Core4 years ago in Fiction
