love
All you need is Love, and Love is all you need.
Pride and Audacity — Part 3
Victoria entered the executive lobby, her eyes scanning the circular space. Could she get more ridiculous? Why did she keep doing this? The fiasco with Mr. Davar took place over a week ago. Apparently, not long enough for her to shake the absurd notion he might be lurking in some doorway waiting to turn her into mush again. She needed a Chai Latte in the worst way, something to calm her nerves.
By Lynda Coker5 years ago in Humans
The Little Black Book
“What’s this?” He angles his head so that he can look at her sideways through the slits of his eyes. She tries to keep her face passive and unassuming because if he detects even the slightest bit of mischief, he may decide to keep the truth of this little secret rather than share it. His eyes shine as he suddenly grins and blushes in equal measure, and she feels a delicious warmth as her interest soars all the higher for his reaction. She smiles and holds the precious object out for his scrutiny. Slowly, he nods to himself, and a shock of chocolate hair escapes from its combed cage to mingle with an eyebrow. She finds herself unwilling to resist brushing it from his face, and he leans into the caress. He takes her hand in his and blows warm air on her palm and gifts her with a lopsided grin.
By Bele Royce 5 years ago in Humans
Somewhere Else And Later
Two years ago on this day, I yawned out a tear of dual responsibility – I was sad and tired – as I laid on the couch in my living room trying to fall asleep. She had moved out a month ago, but I still hadn’t grown comfortable sleeping in the bedroom again. The space where the bed had been (it was hers) was empty, much like the reservoir of my patience for feeling held back by our love.
By Phil Gillies5 years ago in Humans
KIDS HEARTS
When I was in 7 grade, I had a friend who was madly in Love with me, and I didn't know it. My heart was too close and secured. So that kid started to send me letters. I didn't know from who that letters were. I thought, "this is a freak joke from Janine, my good friend." Anyway, I was just studying and leaving like a normal kid in school, but Nathan was the most beautiful boy in the class, and he liked me. So one day I tore the letter in front of my friend since I thought Janine was stressing me. Nathan cried, and I realized. "jeez, the boy really has a platonic love for me." Nathan became so angry, and he hated me for a long time. He was not a mean kid, but he hated me so much that the teacher had to call me and talk with me. She told me, "Lenny, poor Nathan sent you letters, and you tore his letters." I was like," but I don't like him; what's the problem with this kid." But the teacher sat down close to me and said, "When people love us, we should respect people's hearts, so just write a letter back to him, so he can let go of you." I wrote the following sentences "Nathan, I have to recognize that you really have good taste in life, but I am not ready for any relationship. Although my friend, hold on, for sure another girl will make you happy, but I am not this girl. I would tear your heart since I barely can keep up with my homework." I wrote this, the teacher made me rewrite the letter, she told me, "are you serious? rewrite this." I was like, no, I have more important things to do. But I rewrite the letter, and I said to Nathan. "Nathan, you have a friend on me, just that, but Janine loved your letters." I gave that to Nathan, and he understood. When we were in high school, Janine and Nathan were dating, and I was free and happy, and my friend was healed.
By LENE - Erislene Brito5 years ago in Humans
Three Owls
It was nine years ago I started my dream job. Mike was one of the few co-workers in my peer group. He always smiled when our eyes met. We often ate lunch together and would find ourselves engulfed in conversation well after our 30-minute lunch break. We would voluntarily stay later to make up the time but would still end up talking after hours.
By Ideena Noir5 years ago in Humans
Pride and Audacity — Part 2
* .* .* . Victoria retrieved the report she’d scattered. Moving back to the front of the desk, she positioned the folder on its surface and faced her father. To her surprise, she was not the focus of his interest. By the direction of his steady gaze, something behind her had preempted his attention.
By Lynda Coker5 years ago in Humans
Bloodfeather
Detective Stephen Cohen had never been afraid of the dark. Maybe this fascination was what led him to pursue a career as a detective. If he was able to brave the physical night, he could find out why people were afraid of it in the farthest corners of the brains of criminals. Unfortunately, his small town’s worst crime was someone stealing a letter off of the local church announcement board to make it a dirty word. So right after he had graduated high school, he moved to the big city where the crimes were much more diverse. He made a name for himself working for a popular agency and he settled into a new routine pretty quickly. Wake up, eat, work, sleep, repeat. Time began blending together until he could only differentiate the days by the amount of traffic at the bar underneath his apartment (Monday night was karaoke, Tuesday night was sports, so on and so forth). He barely remembered to buy groceries, much less have any sort of a social life.
By Micah Brodsky5 years ago in Humans
Home
The hour of twilight looms overhead making the sky shades of indigo, orange and pink. The hunter awakens from his daytime slumber. Normally there would be warm cozy laughter around him, but this winter has not been kind to him. The only sounds he hears now are the creaking floorboards beneath his lonely feet and the cold whispers of a draft that had not been there before. He solemnly walks over to his chair and slumps down into it, holding a locket to his chest.
By Kristopher Michael Cafaldo5 years ago in Humans
