Love
Starcrossed
The world was barren of nearly all its resources. Centuries of humans taking had taken its toll on the planet. Now, once you turn 13, you must go farm to be able to provide for your family. Sometimes, you won’t see your loved ones for years on end, as you must travel to new places where there is no drought, or the soil is still fertile. But Romeo couldn’t care less about any of that, because Romeo was totally, utterly, and completely in love. Her name was Rosaline. Romeo could see it now for the next hundreds of years the names Romeo and Rosaline will be synonymous with boundless, eternal love. She was an incomparable beauty in a barren wasteland. They met while sending out money to the workers out farming for food and vegetables. Romeo was luckier than most, his family didn’t have to farm, in fact they had been able to hire people in order to take their place. He knew that he would spend the rest of his life with her. He would never love another woman in his life. Or so he thought until he saw…. her. Juliet. A true beauty with no equal.
By Madison Dickey5 years ago in Fiction
Victoria's Lesson
To start with, there were three things Victoria knew would be essential on her trip. Water, sunscreen and a hairbrush. What else can a girl need on a yacht? She looked up at the calendar, jotting the last plans for her summer vacation down in her fuzzy notebook. Three days until the end of Junior year. Three days left of the endless droning of the teachers, the awkward lunch line, and only three more days of watching her best friend, well, former best friend, making lovey dovey eyes at her boyfriend. Former boyfriend. The double heartache was the hardest lesson she had learned this year, and it had nothing to do with school.
By Alicia Borghese5 years ago in Fiction
Puppy Love
PUPPY LOVE The dog’s plaintive whine roused Moira from a fitful sleep. She snagged a night robe, cinched the belt and strode down the narrow hallway of her duplex, feeling the walls for balance. A week in this place and things still seemed out of whack.
By Jessica Nelson 5 years ago in Fiction
What a wonderful life
What a Wonderful Life The old man looked up from his book. The sun, slanting through thick foliage, touched his wrinkled cheeks with warm gentleness, and dappled his body. Sitting on many soft pillows stacked into a heaping pile, he looked very much like a weathered, deformed pearl on the thick tongue of a marbled oyster. He leaned against a silver birch, listening to the soft birdsong. The grove he was sitting in was small and cozy. Closing his eyes against the soft light, he smiled and thought, what a wonderful life I've lived. He thought about all of his family. He thought of his children and their children and about his new great granddaughter still yet to experience the wonders of the world. He couldn’t wait to see her bright little face. So innocent and full of life.
By Jasmine Henry5 years ago in Fiction
Love and Legs
The Autumn air was crisp and leaves blew around my feet. I had been coming to this spot at a ranch in the foothills of the Sierra Nevada mountains for twelve years now. Since eighteen my whole life had been about writing. I took to it my senior year of high school and pursued the pages as an outlet for my problems and dreams. Then I started to write fiction and my career took off. The beautiful river that flowed through the ranch property made for a great remedy for writer's block and a good way to clear my head. It's funny, for so long my escape has been my books. Now my own book was coming to and end.
By Bethani Sparvel5 years ago in Fiction
Sasha
Kandiran was a simple, yet well-organized city located in the only island, following the Final Day. Since the beginning every citizen was implanted on the back of their neck a heart-shaped locket chip that will only open when true love was found. The locket was also a way to find understanding and unity among the survivors. The founders of the new city created the locket to bring people together and make them more in tuned with their fellow humans and mother nature “we ought to learn from the destruction of the old world” they said. Then they started organizing the new world based on open and closed lockets, houses were built by those who found their love and small apartments to those who were still in the search. Nonetheless having a closed locket was not seem like singleness, but openness to opportunities and interactions among closed and open lockets were part of a regular day in the city. It was not rare to find two open lockets opening a third or a fourth one. Sometimes a locket was opened by interacting with a tree or a dog, or a book. Lockets also changed color expressing what was felt during an interaction. Was not atypical to witness an argument followed by the opening of the lockets of those involved in it, like it was not unusual for open lockets to closed out on each other.
By Jordan Cruz5 years ago in Fiction
Lover's Pit
Lover’s Pit by Pravinesh Chand She was the next person to enter the pit this morning. Arathi watched as the young woman below, in a long, flowing, white dress paced frantically, back and forth, back and forth. The Young Woman’s body quivered head to toe, her shoulders stiffened, her breath abated. The Young Woman was terrified, an unfamiliar response to the Remaining. Puzzled by the woman’s behavior, Arathi wondered why this woman hesitated so to offer herself to the Light.
By Pravinesh Chand5 years ago in Fiction
To Alicia
Alicia, Do you remember how it was before things fell apart? How we had a car, and a house five blocks from downtown, and we thought that we were the richest people in the world? How the streets had been paved and not cracked, and how when you walked out the door you could hug your neighbors, and they’d beam at you in the most wonderful way before you left for work? How Ms. Dee’s freshly baked bread smelled on a winter morning, and you could buy extra knowing you’d have a home to tuck it away in? How the heart of town used to bustle with people on a warm afternoon, how we could just saunter up to the ice cream parlor and talk to old Jim, who would tell us stories of traveling abroad to faraway countries like Japan and France and India? How we used to talk about traveling to those countries before settling into our careers, back when a career meant something? How young and naive we were. How foolish, I guess.
By Nicholas Lai5 years ago in Fiction
