Love
A Night to Remember
I met Caleb in a small-town coffee shop on a beautiful winter day almost 10 years ago. I had just gotten off the phone with my friend, after telling her all about how I had been stood up, when suddenly there was a tap on my shoulder. I turned around and there before me was the most attractive man I had ever seen. He was around six feet tall, had long, brown hair, a hint of a beard, green eyes, and a smile that would make anyone swoon.
By Hannah Stanton5 years ago in Fiction
GRANNY'S BARN
The time is nearing for me to meet my destiny. I’ve felt responsible for her since 1st grade after Curtis pushed her down, I made sure Karma took care of him. And held her hand while she cried and we waited for Miss Metcalf to bring the 1st aid kit. Now, nearly a decade later, I’m on the cusp of a lifetime commitment to her. I will be my Love’s first.
By Timothy Kincaid5 years ago in Fiction
Flying Barn Pilots
William was 94 years old and lived in Upstate New York, with his son and daughter in law and their three children. The family took care of the farm and the old barn that William had inherited from his father John in 1991. William spent his life on the farm, after marrying his high school sweetheart Judy. They raised their two children, and then cared for his ageing parents. Judy passed away fifteen years ago. The family spent their life working the farm and used the old red barn as a gathering place for people that loved the classical planes of the 1920s. His father John, loved airplanes and shared that love with William and then William’s sons. They specialized in old relics, such as the Caustic JN-4, commonly known as the Jenny. Yearly shows were held at their old barn, utilizing the old barnstorming tricks, such as the loop-the-loops, pulling spins or barrel rolls. The red barn was home to a club called the Flying Barn Pirates that shared their love of airplanes and stories back in the day, when pilots flew wild, before flight plans, flying lessons or even radar.
By Cindy Read5 years ago in Fiction
The Personification of Chocolate Cake
Zelda had revisited the Prose & Pudding Café several times – well, twelve times to be exact – over the last four months. And it was all purely motivated by the opportunity to hear him read just one more time. She couldn’t remember ever hearing a lovelier recitation of any piece of classical work. She was sure that his voice, laced with a lilting and beautiful English accent, was a gift from the Gods, derived in ancient times. She still did not know his real name, since he was known only as The Eloquent Englishman when he read.
By Cindy Calder5 years ago in Fiction
Death by Chocolate
They look into each others eyes longingly. An electric chemistry that lights fireworks around them. So many people surround them, but they see no one. Quiet speak and gasps towards the woman wondering what the scandal is. She whispers to the man, “can I take you somewhere?” A thin smile tickles her lips.
By Aaron kaszas5 years ago in Fiction
Winter in July
The morning sun blazes high in the sky. Autumn Ali-Summers and her wife Kayra Ali-Summers are sleeping peacefully in their unconventional bed. Their bed consists of an old pickup truck with hay and blankets spread along the truck bed. As the sun continues to rise, light peers through some of the holes in the old barn wall. The light shines in Autumn's eyes which wakes her up just enough to convince her to move around in their makeshift bed. The couple's dog, a dachshund, named Pumpkin takes this as her cue to get up for the day. She hops off the bed of the truck and exits through the broken barn doors.
By Tyler C Douglas5 years ago in Fiction
Summer Rendezvous
Ted was having second thoughts. He climbed carefully through a barbed-wire fence. “Why did I ever agree to this meeting?”, he thought as he made his way through the field of knee-high grasses. The barn where they had agreed to meet, stood old, but defiant in its stand against the destructive forces of Nature.
By Shamsuddin Jim Norton+*5 years ago in Fiction
