Love
A Short Love Story
A Short Love Story It was a day like any other day except for a strong passion that I felt in my heart. It was put there by him - someone I saw all the time at work. I had no choice but to see him. He was the chef and I was the waitress at Lover's of Food restaurant. There weren't many chefs nor waiters as it was a small restaurant which made it so that we saw each other more.
By Shahidah Ahmad4 years ago in Fiction
Who Are You?
"Who are you?" Those are the first words Cas spoke to me almost 1 year ago. Now, in the present, I’m stumbling out of the taxicab onto the coarse, wet ground. She helps me up from my arm and drapes it around her neck. The bright lights of city nightlife are blinding. Car lights blare my vision and the sound of their tires across the 1 am streets are familiar, but below in my ears. She reaches the keys out of my back jean pockets and she carries me to the bedroom where she lets me go with a grunt of relief. “Wow! have you put on a couple of pounds” She chuckles.
By Mark Attia4 years ago in Fiction
End of Summer
A warm breeze flows past, tickling my skin and bringing the scent of the meadow with it. I sat in the middle of the field filled with marigolds, eyes closed as the warm sun beams shine on my face. A comfortable, happy, and warm feeling erupted in my chest as I felt his presence wrap around me. His arms bringing even more comfort as he gently held me with so much love emanating from him as he buried his face in my neck. We stayed there for what seemed like hours until he stood up and walked in front of me. He stared out at the field for a few minutes before turning to me and offering his hand. “Let’s go watch the sunset over there, my love,” he said tenderly. I took his hand as he pulled me up to my feet. We ran barefoot over to a small clearing on a hill and sat together hand-in-hand underneath a large oak tree. Its leaves a brilliant green, changing to orange as the setting sun shone on them. The fiery sunset gently cascaded down the sky as it slowly disappeared on the horizon of a lake. Before all of the light had said good night, we ran down the hill to the crystal blue lake at the foot of the hill. We ran into the shallow of the lake and threw water at each other playfully, with him tackling and kissing me as the night grew darker. We laid under the night sky on the soft, dewy grass as we watched the stars twinkle in the dark. The moon shone with a fullness that can only compete with the setting sun we saw earlier. As we laid there, side by side, he held my hand with such love and affection for me. “I wish this night would last forever…” I proclaimed, turning my head to look at him. He lifted my hand to his lips and kissed it, “It will, Darla. I promise that every night will be just like this one.”
By Dani Lucille4 years ago in Fiction
Surprise Times Three
Nikki unlocked the bakery door and dropped the box on the counter. She wondered what it could be and why it was wrapped in brown paper. It was in her sister Maddie’s name so she would just wait for her to come in. Nikki had been working with her sister for about a month now and she enjoyed it, she even starting learning how to bake. It was easier too because she could bring her daughter Rosie with her. Maddie had been giving Nikki more responsibility around the bakery since she was in charge of the events at the old barn. Things were looking up but Nikki did miss her husband, he was in the military and hasn’t been home for a year. Nikki didn’t lose hope though; she knew he would come home to her and their daughter. Shaking off the sadness she switched the close sign to open and waited for customers.
By Rebecca Hackney4 years ago in Fiction
Art & Coffee
LOCATION- Brooklyn, NY sidewalk, It’s the afternoon around 4. Everyone is passing each other conversing frantically in a rush. Asia and Ronnie, on the other hand, are walking in complete silence. The hustling crowds moving around them have zero effect on the women as they seemed to be preoccupied.
By Michelle Fox4 years ago in Fiction
The Beauty Of Life
There it was, just like I remembered. A beautiful, open field. At dusk, this place was absolutely stunning. It held bad memories though. This was where I brought my boyfriend when I was going to propose. This is the place that my entire life changed, and it definitely was a good change in the end.
By Sarah Smith4 years ago in Fiction
White Palms, Pure Love
Uncle Gerry has white palms like the color of cotton. But his complexion is not pallid. Kids like me have white palms too. I mean, all of us have white palms until adolescence or until we get a crush on some pretty girls. By then our palms would become orange like the tangerine sky of twilight. My parents’ palms have been green like a virgin forest since my birth. They had been white before they got acquainted, turned orange in the first few months of father’s courtship with mother, and then turned red when they got engaged and eventually tied the knot.
By M.G. Maderazo4 years ago in Fiction
She Floats
She floated on the wooden boat. Rags torn from garments plugged the holes that threatened to take her under. The sky was peach, and the mist made it look fuzzy. But it was not sweet and juicy. On an island in the near distance, was the barn. It sat on its own little island, ostentatiously, lording over the rocks and the murky waters. It could have been a castle had it been made of stone. Instead, the wooden boards pulled down on themselves, as if trying to wrestle the support beams to the ground. The pride of the whitewashed edifice was what stood out as regal. It wouldn’t let itself fall. It would stand for a thousand more years.
By Lacie Perry4 years ago in Fiction
