Love
Slice of Life
Adam was rudely awoken by the screeching of magpies from outside of his window. Despite his grogginess, he admired the magpies. Although they have the reputation of going after whatever shiny thing attracted their attention, they are entirely monogamous. They mate for life and once their partner dies, they remain alone until their own demise. Perhaps it is morbid, but it is a beautiful sentiment nonetheless.
By Ryan Appleyard5 years ago in Fiction
Chocolate cake miracle
It was a normal day. You went to work and when you got off work you went to your favorite restaurant. They have good food but what they are known for is their cakes. In particular their chocolate cake. Something unexpected happened on this trip. The cashier was really nice to you, and she slipped you, her number. You went in there for-chocolate cake and walked out with a phone number.
By Jeremy White5 years ago in Fiction
Open & See
Dal Gong-gi was alone: and he loved it. Living comfortably in an old barn in Norway, the only luxury that came from his old life was his iPhone. It was the only way he could contact the outside world. If you went into his home, you wouldn’t believe that he was once an international pop star who sold millions.
By Chloe Gilholy5 years ago in Fiction
For the love of cake
It ended as it had begun. With chocolate cake. Or, to be exact, a slice of chocolate cake. By turns she stared at the plate, empty bar a few telltale crumbs, then back up at me, eyes burning with rage. I tensed, ready to duck or deflect should she decide to launch the plate at my head. I wouldn’t put it past her. But she surprised me. Her shoulders slumped, the fire went out in her eyes and she shook her head sadly. She put up her hands in a gesture of surrender.
By Joanne Nemshich5 years ago in Fiction
Sunshine and Espresso
The sound of bells ring as I push open the door, the smell of tasty baked goods and caffeine hit me like a ton of bricks. This is always the highlight of my morning. The beautiful barista appears at the counter and flashes me a smile. I can feel myself blushing, the heat flushes my cheeks.
By Tonya Newman5 years ago in Fiction
The Solitary Marigold
July 8th, 1992. I can never forget that afternoon. My classes had just started in Ahmedabad, India. I was now in Class 9. My family had moved here 4 years ago as my father was transferred from his job in Lucknow. He used to work for a pharmaceutical company as a chief chemist. I lived with my parents and elder sister Meena.
By Anshuman Kumar5 years ago in Fiction
Glow
Christopher first noticed it when he was ten, a small tree growing out in the front yard. It had a curious shape to it and always seemed to be reaching towards the direction of the sun, the way sunflowers do. The roots grew upward entwined within each other, like arms of lovers born from the ground and afraid to let go.
By papermooncake5 years ago in Fiction
