Love

Do You Love Me
I got this for you! I said almost yelling! "I cannot accept it," she said as I slid the heart-shaped locket that had her name engraved across the counter. After what seemed like an eternity of back and forth, she took the locket and put it to the side of the counter with reluctance. I stood there feeling like a zombie. I felt like someone had pulled the wool from my eyes, I felt that I was the bud of all jokes. Could this be real? Could this be happening? The woman I had just declared my undying love to not only a few months ago was shattering my heart into tiny confetti-like pieces.
By Lisa Slater5 years ago in Fiction
Forbidden Fruit
I will never forget how small she looked, standing there alone in the middle of the room, the white prisoner’s uniform sagging on tiny shoulders. The clink of her shackles, an unworldly jingle in the silent courtroom.
By Marlayna5 years ago in Fiction
Pixelated Letters
Pixelated Letters It’s the middle of summer. My birthday is in 6 days, and I am daydreaming about returning home. I am daydreaming about the school yard I grew up on and sleeping through the night without a night terror concerning your death.
By Kristine Harvey5 years ago in Fiction
Her & I
Her chest felt pale and sticky under me as I was sinking into her. If you were to lift me, I’d leave a heart-shaped mark on her chest. It was my spot; It showed that I will always be there with her. Speaking of heart, I remember when hers used to beat. It was when she was with her family. I’m talking about before she tested positive, before her coughs, before her fevers, and before her pneumonia.
By Sterson Stepha5 years ago in Fiction
Happy Earth Day
It’s Earth Day, 7 A.M., 2092. Morgan hands me a small box with my name on it in faded ink. It’s cute, sure, but I hate gifts. Morgan knows I hate gifts. Who has the time? I sit up in my cot and accept his present. Violent explosions and the sounds of whirring missiles shooting by our shelter vibrate the very air around yet here he is, box in hand. Smile on face.
By Aldon Stiles5 years ago in Fiction
Scarlet
Before I met Natalie, I thought of weddings as selfish affairs. Only the married folks in attendance can really appreciate all of the expensive, colorful things on display. The rest of us just sort of sit and wait for the thin slice of enjoyable time between the ceremony and the part where everyone who sees in color takes over the dance floor. Then we watch them glide around in black and white. It's unbearably classy.
By Steven A Jones5 years ago in Fiction
Love as Fuel for Living
A peaceful day fishing with Angel… sure, she was annoyed because we were late to the docks and she was hungry. And maybe I’m not the best at planning events, but it’s the thought that counts, right? We didn’t come across a lot of fish that summer day in June, but man I did feel more in love than I ever felt in my life. God, I miss that woman… I can hear her voice speaking to me now… “Baby I love you,” in a sort of melancholy, sing-song tone that is layered with her acknowledgement of the mistakes of my past. “Baby, I love you.” “Baby, I love you.” “Baby, the island man.” Okay now I’m confused… “A remote island, man!” I awoke, startled, to Jack pacing around our shelter. He stops, turns to me, and opens his eyes wide. “Man, you know how much of the world is still undiscovered? I mean, I remember reading about some guy from like 50 years ago who took a boat off the shore of Mexico and was lost at sea for over 400 days. Over 400 days, man! That’s more than a year. No one was able to find him until he landed in the Marshall Islands.” “Can I have a second, Jack… I just woke up” I mumbled, almost incoherently. I haven’t been sleeping much lately. Jack comes closer. “No man, you DON’T get it. We could get a boat --a nice boat-- and just leave this place. No one would find us. We could find an uninhabited island. Live our lives out. Maybe bring some girls with us.” I had heard enough. “Get a fucking grip. We have to get to the safe zone.”
By Harrison Bonilla5 years ago in Fiction
BRAVE LOVE
Once upon a time, in a magical land called Atlantis, two enlightened souls lived in harmony in an enchanted world. Atlantis was an advanced civilization where all humans were divine souls. It was like heaven on earth. True love was possible, and creativity was considered genius. Wealth was abundant and available to everyone. Each person was with their one true love, a mystical soul designed to be the perfect match for just them. There was no anger, jealousy, violence until one day, things began to change.
By Kerissa Kuis5 years ago in Fiction
The Beautiful Entrapment
Jude “You did it.” My jaw drops open with shock. A bead of sweat is gathered on my hairline, slowly making its way to my bushy eyebrows. I can feel my pulse getting slower and slower with relief. My hands are beginning to regain feeling. After all this time, I was starting to lose hope.
By KB5 years ago in Fiction
White Pills
He doesn’t know much. But there were some things that he does know. He's in love with her; he knows that. She’s in love with him, he knows that and so does she.
By Mel5 years ago in Fiction
Goals
15 years ago at Danica and Peotre’s house. “Writing?! You want to be a writer? Little brother, you are talented at a lot of things, but writing isn’t one of them. Face it, man, you’re the physical one. You’d be a fool to not even attempt to use that gift.” Without giving his brother a chance to reply Stefan turns to his brother’s new, very young, very beautiful wife. “What do you think Dani? Do you think Peotre should keep you in this hovel until he writes a bestseller?”
By Rena Mam5 years ago in Fiction
The Wedding
Prologue The woman in white worries. Should she go through with it? Can she? She doesn’t love him, something her parents, who have arranged the match, would dismiss as plebeian nonsense. She does like him, though. He’s smart. Funny. At the thought of him her mouth almost involuntarily stretches into a smile. And Lord knows he’s easy to look at. Sex isn’t always just chemistry. It can be more like a sport. With dedication and lots of practice, maybe they could make it work.
By Rena Mam5 years ago in Fiction