Love
Hope and Chocolate Cake
Wedding Day. At last. The farmhouse was abuzz with activity! Aunt Maddie was yelling orders here, there, and everywhere. The room was bustling as bridesmaids fussed over each other and all kinds of intricate details. Everything felt zoned out, a little hazy…. Izzy sat in front of her mirror and listened to her friends’ chatter, but she could understand nothing.
By Angie Allanby4 years ago in Fiction
English Friends
Deana traveled from two days so she could put her feet on the grass in Glastonbury, England. She arrived in Bristol England, and hailed her hired car to St. Anne’s B&B and Estelle the B&B met her with open arms saying “Welcome back, lovely we are so glad you are here.” Deana got to her room and just fell backwards on the bed, like a young kid and she said out loud “So glad to be back in Avalon”.
By DeeAnn Coffin Phillips4 years ago in Fiction
A Day in the Life
When blondes have more fun, do they know it ? I am sitting in my bed with nothing on but my nightlight and my hair extensions. Well, one is actually laying across my leg. I hurry to find the spot it came from and snap it back in place. Before he sees me.
By Layla Nelson4 years ago in Fiction
Save Your Tears
He used to wait for me every morning after chemistry class my sophomore year. Until one day...he didn’t. At first, I thought it was a fluke. It was first period, so maybe he was just late. Or, maybe he got sick and was absent from school altogether. But surely, there must be some logical explanation. Either way, he wasn’t there.
By Stephanie Hifler4 years ago in Fiction
Broken Hearts & A Brand New Start
"Breathe, Sophie,... In and out... One... two... three..." Sophie was a bundle of nerves as she attempted to steady her trembling hands enough to apply her make-up. It had been three days since the suspicious package wrapped in brown paper had been mysteriously left on her doorstep. She'd have been in less of a state right now if it hadn't taken her two days to work up the courage to open it.
By Jessie Waddell4 years ago in Fiction
Almost
I am sitting on a brown fake leather couch with my fiancé in a room that smells like lavender and Febreze. Our counselor is a friend of my fiancé, much younger than me and too pretty for me to trust her. When this started 6 months ago I thought I could win her over. I felt like I gave all the right answers, that was until our appointments started to be separate. Kelly, our counselor said it would be easier for her to focus on us as individuals and then she could see how we work together – whatever that means.
By Natalie Lowes4 years ago in Fiction
