Love

Open Windows
She got into her room and immediately shut the curtains and locked the door. Had she done the right thing? She had been over it dozens of times with her therapist. She could leave the house for a trip, she was capable, she was more powerful than she gave her self credit. Yet as she slid down the wall, defeated, she felt like nothing more than a crumpled up piece of paper.
By Josey Pickering3 years ago in Fiction
Tropical Lost Love
Melanie sat at her desk in her dorm room. She had just returned from her trip to Hawaii, where she spent a week of beach, sunshine, and an unsuspecting encounter. She wanted to return to the islands, but to save up for the journey would take months. As she brushed her brown wavy hair back behind her ear, she stared at a small puka shell that sat on her desk. A tear glistened in the corner of one of her brown eyes as she reminisced the meaning behind the shell.
By Iris Harris3 years ago in Fiction
Tropical Bumpkin
It’s not even ten o’clock in the morning, and the sun is already baking the brown-stained grass beside the pool area. Just two months ago, that very same patch of grass was a luscious mess from the torrential downpours we had in winter. Then, out of the blue, we get whacked with multiple anticyclones and hello, here we are, staring at a heatwave. The only upside about these prolonged heat waves is the constant flow of visitors and that means a high patronage and profitable days, meaning happy management and ultimately, additional shifts for me.
By Jerome Smith-Pula3 years ago in Fiction
Inconceivable Bliss
She had planned to catch him in the act. Bliss knew Edward was flying to Jamaica to meet up with "her". It took her months to piece it all together and time it all properly. Her husband, Edward thought he had covered his tracks so he could meet up with his "true love" in a place as beautiful as heaven.
By Adrianne Kirksey3 years ago in Fiction
Love and Mystery
She walked into the crowded café, scanning the room for a familiar face. The smell of fresh coffee and baked goods filled her senses, but her mind was focused on one thing: finding him. She finally spotted him sitting in the corner, his eyes fixed on the door, waiting for her arrival.
By Vikal Tiwari3 years ago in Fiction
Eternal Love: The Story of Ava and Mia
There once were two girls by the names of Ava and Mia. They were both students at a distinguished institution, enrolled in various areas but united by a love of the arts. They first connected while working on a group project in a painting class.
By Narrative Eye3 years ago in Fiction
Vacances on the Costa
I can't remember the last time I left the farm for a holiday, the longest trip I'd taken was when I went to an agronomy seminar in London for a week and that felt too long.
By Deb3 years ago in Fiction
Paradise re-loved
"You can't run away from yourself, my boy," the words still rang in his ears even now, long years after his Auntie's passing. "Wherever you go, you always take yourself with you, to the ends of the world and beyond."
By Peter Maznicki3 years ago in Fiction
The Defector
The torpedoes hit the starboard side of their vessel-- the claxon blared and pierced the air, but every single man aboard already knew that they'd been hit, badly.
By Sam Spinelli3 years ago in Fiction
Together
"What the hell?" Milosh was dazed from his fall and looked around in confusion. How did he get here? He went back into his memory. He was on his way home from hockey with his friends when he felt a sudden weightlessness. He massaged his temple to quiet the endless thumping in his brain. The clear open water in front of him sparkled as he watched the waves bring colored sea glass to coat the shoreline. Is this real? Milosh grasped the sand under his palm and scrutinized it as it slid softly through his fingers. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes. The sun warmed his skin as the soft island breeze tousled his short black hair. He opened his eyes to marvel at the beauty around him. Where am I? Milosh swayed a little as he stood. A pair of hands clasped his shoulders to steady him.
By Wynter Shadowbrook3 years ago in Fiction
Fate
Greg won his ticket by accepting the fact that he constantly overworks himself. He is the owner of many small firms in Chicago and is always on the move. He wants to find the best options for each business to make as much profit as possible, while continuing to give quality service to his customers. Greg was a businessman and never left the city or had any time alone for himself. If Greg did have a chance to get away for even a few days he would book a private jet and a full excursion instantly, but he never does. Ray, a close friend and investor of his, knew this for a long time and finally had the opportunity to give it to him.
By Bodey Miller3 years ago in Fiction
Senses of Peace
Licking my lips, I couldn't be sure whether the salty taste was from the breeze of the ocean before me or from the countless tears I had cried. I grabbed fistfuls of sand, trying to get a grip on anything, but it ran out of my palms like an hourglass.
By Raine Neal3 years ago in Fiction