Love
Where is love?
In this world I never have had love. I' ve searched a lot, inside people who laughed by their heart, inside people whose laughter was sad. Inside men who used to say "I love you" without even meaning it and to those they didn't know what love really meant for me.
By Klairi Kanellopoulou5 years ago in Fiction
Peachy . Top Story - June 2021.
In her complexion there lay a latent rouge which would emerge if she had been running for the train, or he told her she was pretty. In truth, she was very pretty, but she moved slowly and with the languor of a young teenage boy. All her elegance was in her face. Her eyes and brows were dark, and clashed broodingly with an otherwise pale disposition. Her Cupid’s Bow rose aggressively, but with a certain symphonic grace that moved around the rest of her face like a swirling wind. She had it in her to bite with a single look. On other days though, usually when the sun had brought out her freckles and kissed her skin, she would let down her guard and a downy innocence would bashfully emerge, like a peach. He often told her as much, immediately after having paid her some compliment deliberately devised to illuminate her cheeks. ‘Like a peach, that’s soft and sweet the whole way through – no stone’ he would say.
By Jonnie Walker5 years ago in Fiction
Queen of Hearts. Top Story - June 2021.
There was no one left in the city after the blasts. Or so he thought as he continued to scavenge for any remaining food in the area. Where once stood "the greatest city in the world" was now an empty wasteland of what used to be. Buildings that once blocked the sky had become piles at his feet. He only knew survival. He only knew war. He once had peace but he lost that.
By Shannon van Alst5 years ago in Fiction
Hiraeth
Was it possible to grieve for someone you never knew? Farren didn’t know what it was like to grieve, it so rarely happened now, but here in her hands was someone’s whole life. A worn, cracked book and a heart shaped locket. Two plain objects that hummed with life so powerful that she could practically see the words on the page melting into images, far more detailed than the holograms that hovered behind her.
By Imi Rafferty 5 years ago in Fiction
Elsa May Green, Chapters seven, eight and nine.
Chapter Seven. Friends no more. The walk to the King’s head hailed a welcome relief as we left the battlegrounds of the park. Gabriel and Ruben trailed behind us with Michael and Camilla taking up the front of the group, leaving me and my once princess stuck in the middle. It was as awkward an occasion as I had ever experienced with anybody, worse than the time Elsa found one of my adults-only magazines under my bed when we were fifteen, nothing compared to this. It was as if I forgot who she was, and a mere stranger walked by my side. The silence became deafening.
By Peter Culbert5 years ago in Fiction
Last Night In Sicily
The Spring sun was just peaking over the mountain bringing its warm light to the small village. A sweet breeze gently rocks the treetops. The earthy smell of fresh brewing coffee wafts from the small café that is on the piazza. The proprietor is just putting the chairs down at the outside tables.
By William King5 years ago in Fiction
Age Appropriate
“Hey honey, what’s your name?” Troy looked the odd older lady over before answering her. He tried his best not to laugh out loud as she shimmied and shook off beat to the music. He couldn’t help but wonder what she was doing there and who she was with.
By Cam Rascoe5 years ago in Fiction
