Love
Barn Dance
Meryl and Shandy had been dating about a year and were deeply in love. At 18 and 19 they already knew they would spend the rest of their lives together. They were talking a walk along the lane near her grandmother's house on their way to the store. It was a bright sunny day when suddenly a cloud appeared and before they knew it they were being soaked by the rain. They dashed into a neighbor's barn that was not currently being used and huddled together as they shook the wet from their clothes.
By Cheryl E Preston5 years ago in Fiction
Kissing Jacob Jones
It was the evening before the big night and I found myself in there again. The barn, quite cold this late in the evening, was almost ready for the annual Dolesdale Dance. Popcorn streamers, flickering lanterns, and the half-hidden smell of manure filled the wooden space. The empty barrels used for feed were cleared out to make room for the band and finger foods were set to be served at the back corner, where the dogs couldn't reach. And though I'd been inside preparing for hours, I couldn't wait to return the following day at 6:15 p.m. sharp to welcome the whole town myself.
By Sarah Said5 years ago in Fiction
HOT TOOTHFISH CHOWDER
“I don’t want to have this conversation now” I said as I picked up another used coffee cup. The kettle was boiling. I picked it up and poured boiling hot water into a plastic cylinder which stood atop a cup I just washed brandishing the Australian Flag.
By Luke Lawson5 years ago in Fiction
Just Relax. Everything is Going to be Fine
TW\\ panic attack “Just relax. Everything is going to be fine.” “You don’t know that” I huffed, sitting on the blue sofa in front of me. I sank into it, and allowed myself to be swallowed in. Nothing about this situation was going to be fine.
By Lindsay Dewolfe5 years ago in Fiction
Shrek if the roles were reversed. .
Once upon a time, there lived an Ogre banned from society to live in an isolated swamp. There he waited to be saved by his true love. Day and night he would walk around the environment he knew well and would wonder what it must be like to be loved as he felt the sorrow of the swamp constantly eating him day by day. The more he spent his day alone the more he grew bitter and ugly towards the world. All the fairytale creatures feared him and soon he began to give them a reason to do so.
By Cecilia Gonzalez 5 years ago in Fiction
A Persian Prince Teaches Me The Craft Of Persian Cooking
I couldn't boil an egg until I met Prince Hassam. He was my Persian Prince I had a romantic fling with. I was just seventeen. You know what I mean. Swept off my feet. I was permitted to call my Prince Sam, for short. We met at a nightclub. Kensington London town. I believe the area. Not South-Kensington. No, there are a few under ground clubs hiding around that neck of the woods, which are quite odd. I happen to know, as once upon a time, I ended up in one. Everyone was spaced out. Walking on air.
By Black Dog Productions5 years ago in Fiction
Life After Life
I heard a sharp crack, and for some inexplicable reason I was in no doubt that the pistol was aimed at me. Maybe it was the garbled mixture of images flashing through my mind, as if I were watching two-hundred-and-eighty-thousand videos simultaneously, each one playing an hour of my thirty-two years of life in a fraction of a second. Maybe it was the acute pinhead of agony illegally accessing my brain, hacking into the operating system of the software and corrupting it beyond hopes of salvation, shortly before unplugging the whole thing and smashing it into an unrecognizable mass with all the inertia of a sledgehammer.
By Paul Wilson5 years ago in Fiction
A Beautiful Day on the Beach
It’s a beautiful day on the beach I believe I have all to myself. The sun is red from all the smoke drifting over from what was downtown, but the air is dry and not too hot and the ocean is a color I recognize from before it overwhelmed coastlines and redefined the idea of “beach.”
By John Schimmel5 years ago in Fiction
