Love
When You Know, You Know
Light chatter filled the space, momentarily easing the nervous feeling that had been chipping away at the calmness that Honesty had managed to master in the past. The pull of gravity from the plane's take-off had only manipulated her fear more than what she was ready to admit. Beads of sweat began to form at the lining of her forehead as she desperately dug into the contents of her carry-on. She could feel a tension headache beginning to penetrate as ominous thoughts squirmed at the back of her mind.
By Laydee B Writes3 years ago in Fiction
Window Seat
It’s always been tough for me around this time of year. People say the high you feel from true love can be one that's hard to get rid of. That explains why I haven't been able to move on. I would sleep away the day in hopes to see her in my dreams. But my therapist told me excessive sleeping isn't healthy. I remember asking her if it's normal to wish you were dead just to be united with your partner. Her answer was one that I didn't want to hear but ultimately needed to because it was true. She said a life without love is not a life at all. She went on to say the love I lost and keep trying to recapture or relive is evidence that I still have more love to give. A part of me wants to believe her yet I can't help but feel like I would betray Eileen.
By Rudy Avila Gonzalez3 years ago in Fiction
The Connection
My legs were up against my chest as the restless child who sat in the seat before me pushed back and forth trying to get a reaction from her mother who was scrolling through her phone. I closed my eyes as another push from the little princess's seat hit my chin. I turned to my best friend, Becky who had convinced me to take this Florida trip “to relax”.
By C. H. Richard3 years ago in Fiction
Lucky High Flyer
I settled myself into my seat and began looking around. The flight wasn’t to full, which meant I could potentially get some work done on this flight. I continued to glance around and prayed as hard as I could that there would be one of two things; no babies, a hot guy for me to talk to.
By Melissa Cunningham Barr3 years ago in Fiction







