Love
Chocolate Daze
When the police and EMTs arrived, they found a broken front door, two incapacitated intruders, and Stella Macon sitting calmly at the kitchen table, drinking wine straight from the bottle. Officer Scott Murray looked over the petite brunette, taking in her messy bun sitting lopsided on her head, a hand-sized bruise forming on her face and torn shirt. Then he glanced into the kitchen where the two intruders were being treated by the EMTs.
By Lisa Ellis5 years ago in Fiction
At Last
Aside from a group of teenagers gossiping and giggling in a corner booth, and the septuagenarian reading a well-worn book a few stools away, it was just she and I. It’d been about a month since I started coming a few days a week, always during the lunch rush. I’d stand outside and watch through the dusty window to see what section she was in that day, then I’d go in and request an out-the-way table in a different section. The thought of speaking to her caused my chest to tighten and my armpits to sweat, but I’d watch. I’d order a club sandwich or steak and eggs, or whatever, and I’d watch her.
By Paris Giles5 years ago in Fiction
You Can’t Have Your Cake
You’d think a girl like me would know a thing or two about failed relationships by now. Yet, here I am one divorce and three failed engagements later and I’m in another situation where the ground is opening beneath me and I’m falling into the blazing inferno of heartbreak all over again. Things started out great, and I could feel that he wouldn’t be like anyone or anything I’d experienced before. He was different. He was good. He is good, but good isn’t always enough for a girl like me.
By Robert Walker5 years ago in Fiction
An Inconspicuous Day
He lifted his hand to his forehead and felt his fingertips hit moisture. Paul couldn’t remember the last time he had felt so excited and nervous at the same time. He avoided her gaze and hadn’t said much. Paul wondered if that might have upset her.
By Rachel Aikema5 years ago in Fiction
Birthday
The house was quiet as Amber opened the door and quietly shut it behind her. The realization of what had happened did not hit her just yet. She walked further into the house as she passed the remains of the party that had been going on only hours before. She wanted to cry and scream but nothing would come out. She sat on her couch and put her head in her hands. She sat in silence and just went over the conversation from this morning.
By Alyssa Brewer5 years ago in Fiction
Save Your Tears
Her strawberry blond hair glistened under the old, cheap lights as her head shook back and forth, her cheeks a dark pink as her arms swung through the air to the rhythm of the music. Her spirit shone upon the room, her smile as bright as ever. Surrounded by friends who moved their bodies in time with hers, flying together through the crowd like feathers on a bird.
By Arielle Irvine5 years ago in Fiction
It's All a Mess
It was one of those fights that started with something small — Jen walking over to the couch, a plate with a piece of chocolate cake in her hand. She got distracted by something on the television and tripped over Ronica’s foot. The cake tumbled to the couch cushion and fell frosting-first into the teal crushed velvet.
By Rowan Finch5 years ago in Fiction
The Sixty-Eighth Cake
The vampire bakes the sixty-eighth cake with more care than he’s ever done anything in his long life. He pulls the old recipe card from a worn, leather-bound book with delicate gold lettering on the side reading “Pierre’s Finest”. The book had been bound specifically for him and his many recipes. His chocolate cake rests comfortably on the first page. It is, after all, the most important piece of his arsenal.
By Heather Ealy5 years ago in Fiction
A Special Breakfast
The diaphanous white curtains billowed in the warm breeze from the ocean through the opened patio doors. I stretched leisurely like a cat, dragging out the extensions, combined with a little creaking sound in my throat as I reached the extent of the stretch. It felt magnificent being here with you, being spoiled by you, and luxuriating in all the rich experiences you had in store for me. The scuba lessons were yet to begin, and you hadn’t brought me to the Maldives just to take in the superlative hospitality.
By Lois Brand5 years ago in Fiction
