Love
She Means Everything to Me
Sophie could imagine how it had happened. Regent’s Hospital was criminally understaffed at the best of times, and it was a busy summer’s night. She couldn’t be angry at the nurses for something that was beyond their control - and the number of hospital rooms available to the ICU was definitely out of their control.
By E J Willow5 years ago in Fiction
Venus
Venus: The Roman goddess of beauty and love; that was most certainly you. Venus. It was you, from the beginning. It is you, now. It will be you, forever. It was you right from the minute your soft, delicate hand so charmingly caressed my shoulder, when your hair (which smelt of fresh spring berries) flew back and there, your eyes met mine. How your eyes enlarged when you gave that soul destroying smile, and time as we knew it seemed to freeze. I noticed those crystal blue eyes gazing into my soul and I observed how the different shades of blue so beautifully blended as one. The look you gave was almost as pure as the ocean and I, was being taken with the tide. How does one possess so much power, that simply a look has you on your knees? It was then, though you were not mine, Venus, I was yours.
By Sophie Collins5 years ago in Fiction
Experiment in Love
It happened in November, not one of my favourites months. I prefer October because of the falling leaves. I guess that my heart is French, though my mind has been ravaged by the words of the Bard. Shakespeare seems to rule my brain, and I’m afraid, both hemispheres. I may need a third. But my muse is the Queen, and the King if I add everything else that she does. O muse, you doth me the blues. My blue soul is in love with your red heart.
By Patrick M. Ohana5 years ago in Fiction
Finding Us
Robert, upset by the flight delay but thankful he’d forgotten his wallet at the hotel on the day of the accident, decided to look for a place to buy a cell phone at the airport. John, always the planner, told Robert that he always kept a card in his wallet with a list of important phone numbers whenever he travelled. He said that Robert should do the same, just in case something bad ever happened. Robert was thankful that he took John's advice when he arrived at Hong Kong airport. When he first found out about the delay, he tried using a payphone to call Maryanne. He tried several times, but the calls kept dropping before he could get through.
By Gerald Holmes5 years ago in Fiction
Weathered
I ran inside with mascara and eyeliner smeared down my face. “Get in the basement!” I yelled to Edgar, my husband of 30 years. He looked confused as he began to ask what was wrong. “Edgar, there’s no time. Get in the basement or you will die!” Edgar considered my words for a moment before deciding to listen to me. I don’t think I’d ever seen him run before, but he was running now.
By Brandy Enn5 years ago in Fiction
Stalemate
He calls for the last time on a Sunday night in late September. His voice is soft and slurred, and before he asks I tell him that I’m not coming this time. But we both know it’s a lie. So I pull myself together as I have done many, many times before, and I drive through a chilly rain to our old spot. He’s already in our booth; ghostly, half asleep and tapping his lucky blue lighter against the Formica. The green neon light from the Seventh Street Diner sign spills across his still-handsome face.
By Jessica Conaway5 years ago in Fiction
Stupid Girl
He passed the small blue pipe to her, and she took it, making sure to brush her fingers against his in a lingering touch. She wanted his eyes on her, focused on the way her lips closed lightly around the base, how the fire from the lighter danced in her eyes, adding even more heat as she stared deep into his own.
By Megan Stewart5 years ago in Fiction
bread for the maestra.
i. As far as Nina and Kiki know, the first time I met their Father was at the Bakery. It was easy to assume, as Ryohei wasn’t exactly the most sociable person, and most of the few people he did know were Bakery regulars. In some way, it was the truth.
By A Baptiste5 years ago in Fiction
