love
All you need is Love, and Love is all you need.
"Sweetie...
“Come bounce with me!” by Barbara Sandiford At the tender age of 30, I was at a point when I thought there were no good men; without going into too much detail or to accuse the male gender of being worse than a dog, would be pointless and still untrue. By then I had been menopausal for six years, one of the youngest in Britain at the time. My son was ten years old, coming to terms with the fact that he will not have brothers and sisters from his mother’s womb.
By barbara sandiford6 years ago in Humans
Avenues: Ch. 5
My thoughts were still having trouble processing what I’d just heard from Detective Johnson’s mouth. He’d been the go-to guy in Willie’s case since its inception and had thought it was a simple open-and-shut situation. Willie had been at the wrong place at the wrong time when he was shot. The assailants had been apprehended at the time and were sent off to county for further processing. Apparently some new information had been sent to him anonymously pertaining to Willie’s case, which led him to re-open it for further investigation.
By Sharlene Alba6 years ago in Humans
Why I Don't Celebrate Valentine's Day
My husband and I have recently been married for only four months. Since we dated, we didn't really see a reason to celebrate Valentine's Day. I had several Valentine's with my Dad being my Valentine. I had two previous beaus who often got the same old stick, rose bouquets and chocolates. But since our last Valentine's Day being a college graveyard date, I think we had had enough for one lifetime.
By Heather Wilkins6 years ago in Humans
A Pagan Life
It was one of those sunsets where you could make out the shape of everything in the skyline. She sat there on her aunts' porch in her aunt Elizabeth's old rocking chair, sipping iced tea to commemorate the both of them. They were her Secondhand Lions great uncles when she needed them. She even inherited the house from them. Thank goodness there was no mortgage on the house. They'd paid for it outright, leaving Evelyn with only the monthly payments to take care of. Since she was an online journalist, it was easy enough for her to take care of that. They'd each married men who turned out to be not as savory as once thought, divorced them and made a decent sum on the bargain in both cases. They met back up and decided to buy the house together in case they ever needed each other. It had strted out like Practical Magic, except there was just her, no sister. It was a cross between that and Secondhand Lions. Instead of a pig and some dogs and a lion, there were cats. She'd gotten real good at cleaning out a litter box. The rule was one cat per person, that way there was someone to clean out each litter box.
By Alexandra F6 years ago in Humans
Bad Habits
I'm sitting on my bed, breathing in my last cigarette and all I can do while sitting there is count the stars. The poisonous, grey fog hangs in the stale air and, in those stars’ dim light, I watch it slowly disappear. Breathe it in, breathe it out. Each time it appears, a billowing puff of shocking white smoke, and then it slowly fades; I breathe in, out with a faster rhythm, watching. The more of it I exhale, the more there is of it to circulate through and infiltrate the dark, quiet room; I could fill this whole haven in the dank clouds, but I know that once this last cigarette’s smoke is gone, it’s gone. No longer will its dirty scent sting my nose or leech into my home – it will be gone.
By Miranda Jaensch6 years ago in Humans
Regrets
I have experienced some very painful and difficult times in my long life. My ex was a verbally abusive alcoholic that abandoned me and his two teenage sons. I had no money, no job, no home, and no car. If Wayne, a friend hadn’t stepped in to help, I’m not sure where we would have ended up. As it was, I had to put my baby Donna down. Donna was a pure-bred Rottweiler born and bred in Germany. I’m not a dog person, but my ex Jim brought her home from Germany and handed her to me saying she was mine.
By Verona Jones6 years ago in Humans
Dear You,
Dear You, I don't know exactly what it is I'm feeling right now. It's like I feel safe and calm for the first time in my whole life. Like I'm finally free from all the bonds that have been placed on me over the years, but at the same time I'm so scared of losing you. The one person in my life that makes me feel that all is right with the world. I just am so terrified that I am far more attached to you than any girl in her right mind should be. The last time I cared like this for someone so deeply like this it ended up with them out of my reach in minutes and me in a puddle on the floor. What if I lose you too? What will I do then? Or maybe, just maybe I finally break out of my shell and tell you just how fully and deeply I care for you. Would it scare you off, or would you finally understand and see me in a new light? You might even feel the same way too. I can only imagine my delight at the prospect of not having to keep a single thing from you from this day onward. If only I had the courage to find my voice and wrap my tongue around the words to ask you over. Oh God, why must I be so shy? Did this happen to torture me, or perhaps is it because all my life others have tortured me into losing my voice? My parents, my teachers, those who I thought were friends, and even people who's only intention was to bash me into the ground so that I may never dream of rising up from the flowers again. Those people forget that some of us refuse to give up and they want to live their life loud enough for everyone to hear regardless of the hurt. You know that I will never stop my song and that no matter how many people tell me to disappear I know that, at least for this moment (and hopefully for many more moments after) I have you by my side.Even though somebody has decided that once again their negative opinion of me needs to be broadcasted across the heavens, little do they know that the clouds are my domain. I claim the clouds to dream on and the fields of flowers. I claim my happy place with the mighty oak tree, the lovely swing, long prarie skirts, and you. You with me on the swing pushing me higher towards the clouds and dreams. Always ready to catch me if I should tumble from the sky. So even though you'll never read this or if you do you will never be fully certain it's you I'm speaking of, I thank you. I thank you for everything, and I hope that one day all of the feelings I hide from you will come tumbling out. No matter how painful the outcome may be.
By Milada Kubb6 years ago in Humans
The Neon Travelator
Hey. I saw you today. I know you saw me too. I’m sure O’Hare International was the last place you ever expected to see me. How cinematic to see an old friend on a neon lit moving walkway? Was your flight at C18? If so, that was my plane. I always leave my boarding pass in the pocket, hoping to spur a coincidence.
By Scott Carnahan6 years ago in Humans
Unanswered Love: How To Pull Yourself Out Of The Swamp
If a person has decided to ruin his life, it is difficult for him to prevent (c) Irresponsible love can be considered the most generous provider of inspiration and motivation in the world. At such moments people experience a whole range of extremely unstable conditions: they hope, they despair, they are lost in uncertainty. And if only people understood that all this ripple is only the consequences of a non-coherent chain of biochemical reactions in our brains, how many beautiful creations the world would not see!
By Konstantin Kalushniy6 years ago in Humans
