Love

Just You and Me and the Stars
Stars are kinda our thing. Well, his really, but I gaze nonetheless. You wouldn’t think it by looking at him. In our small southern town, he is the quarterback and Homecoming King who says “ma’am” with a long drawl. His affinity for the universe beyond ours or his “nerdiness” as he calls it, is a secret only I know.
By Boo5 years ago in Fiction
'Til Only Stardust Remains
"Shiver spotted off the coast, vector 200 North, 500 East." Allison stated, guiding the drone directly overhead. "Lemons," she added, "poachers OTM from the northeast, 250 knots. ETA 30 seconds and counting."
By Elizabeth Noyes5 years ago in Fiction
Marigolds all in a row
Grandma Liz had been raising her 3 grandchildren since they were young. Their daddy walked out and left her daughter a single mother. Grandma Liz worked but her own mother cared for the two boys and one girl. Now they were teens and life was changing. One grandson Will was especially problematic. He was hanging out with some boys that grandma Liz thought to be trouble and she knew she had to do something right away.
By Cheryl E Preston5 years ago in Fiction
A Second Chance
Her eyes open. The only light in the room is a glowing number, telling her what she already knows. It's three in the morning.
By Meghan Farrell5 years ago in Fiction
Food for the Soul
“Chocolate cake is food for the soul,” was one of my mother’s favorite phrases as she baked up a storm while I was growing up. She especially loved to bake cakes with extra layers of chocolate. While it is difficult not to like something that nourishes your soul – it is also challenging to fathom how much my mother loved chocolate!
By Anthony Chan5 years ago in Fiction
Her Special Place
She climbs into the stacks in the old barn, hidden from the world. Alone at last. People don’t bother her, not normally, that is. But today she’s had enough. Today she needs a break.
By Hannah Sharpe5 years ago in Fiction
Daisies
On and on went the old road, a ribbon of dirty orange to the horizon. A crow caroused with maudlin sorrow above the slim, dark figure as he walked away from the motel.
By Jane Cornes-Maclean5 years ago in Fiction
The Great Fall
Intro: What is that? I wonder, as I see a glimmer of light bouncing back from my lamp. I walk deeper into the darkness, reaching down to feel a cold, metal chain.
By Amber5 years ago in Fiction
A Place For Us
The smell of fresh straw enveloped Jean. A beam of rose-gold sun peeked through the cracks in the wood panelling and lit the dust dancing there. It made the bales of straw in the corners look like woven gold. There weren’t any animals to house yet, so it was still fresh, clean, and quiet. There were no passing cars, or sirens, only a few birds somewhere in the distance.
By Blake Smith5 years ago in Fiction
Flirtations with Cake, Coffee, and Good Company
Part 5 Her worst fears were realized. Every part of her body ached from the trail ride. Maybe twirling around in a hot shower would help to loosen her up. It better, she thought, or else I won’t be much help to Mabel in the kitchen this evening.
By Amy Proebstel5 years ago in Fiction
The Withered Barn
Sunlight edges the top of the fluttering treeline, shafts of light punching through sporadically and highlighting the scene before her. The long dirt behind her was threatened on both sides by unruly brambles and too tall grass. The daisies and dandelions pushed through belligerently, unable to stand idly by as the world grew around them. Anita glanced down at her combat boots, the peeling patches just above the edge of her soles and at the tip of her toes, nearly hidden by the thick layer of dust creeping up the laces. With a sigh she settles her weight along the hood of the beat up truck she had earnestly kept from its well-deserved final rest in a junkyard.
By Delise Fantome5 years ago in Fiction
Captured Love
My mom rushed out of the kitchen when she heard my brother’s voice. She put her arms around him with tears in her eyes as my dad stood proudly by.
By Sherry jackson5 years ago in Fiction