love
All you need is Love, and Love is all you need.
Kiss The Ones You Love
They were all in a line. Twenty-two of them. Twenty-two frogs all sitting, patiently in a neat row is a weird enough sight. Facing them was a boy in a freshly unflatpacked wheelie office chair. He was staring at each frog with a casual but considerate eye, one after the other. This one had a wart or a lump close to its eye so it made its face look wonky. That one had a tattered and broken looking foot. Another one had some sort of little tail. Further down the line was one that only stared at the floor. He felt bad for that one. It could have some social disorder, and here he is forcing it to sit in a row with a big bundle of other frogs. The boy wheeled to it. No, not it. Him. The boy wheeled closer to...Simon. The moment his chair stopped the boy picked him up, with little gloves on. He heard the heat of skin burns frogs. The frog flinched a bit, but settled quickly. Then the boy kissed it. Not a long kiss, certainly no tongue. Neither party seemed to enjoy it. It was a light peck and that was all. The moment it was done the frog was placed back in the line.
By Joel Jackson8 years ago in Humans
Watch the Clock
The sun was covered by thick gray clouds and there was a breeze that tempted my skirt to fly up. I walked down the sidewalk slowly, taking in the fall air. The trees were bright with warmth. The yellows, reds, and oranges danced in the wind as they fell from the branches. Fall has always been my favorite season because the colors fill in my heart and wake up my mind.
By Missy Maughan8 years ago in Humans
Crazy Becomes Crazier
Ever since the third grade, I always imagined myself living in a big house with a room filled with books. All of the books would be hardcovers and will be set in alphabetical order and will be perfectly set on each shelf, but the best part was, each book would be written by me. Now that I think about it, it's more of a crazy dream of mine. My dreams have never been simple and I'm pretty sure half of them are impossible; yet that will not stop me from completing them one way or another. With all these crazy dreams of mine, there are two things that I never dreamt about: being a wife or a mother.
By Citlali beltran8 years ago in Humans
Read Me If You're in Love
Please don't read this if you're not in love, or if you have the unfortunate situation of being in the middle of any sort of heartbreak. This is a love story with a goal of making you feel as warm and fuzzy and full of happy emotions as I have on the inside. This is the story—poetically told—of how I fell for you, and how I keep falling for you every single day.
By Lorah Catherine8 years ago in Humans
Unconditional
What comes to mind when you think of an "Unconditional Love?" Do you think of the "Standard" love of two people madly in love and blissful, a happy marriage and a beautiful kid on the way? Or do you picture an unbreakable bond between two people who will always love each other and work through everything to overcome difficult situations, both in the good and the bad? This experience is something new, both heart wrenching and painful, yet the most beautiful experience I've had in my 25 years of life.
By Arlene Garcia8 years ago in Humans
Life from the Outside
Monotonous life, exciting life, addictive life. I live in the present but with the future so close in the horizon. The past is just a mere memory that increasingly weakens and fades. I have already lost innumerable memories that are being replaced by others every day. I look at you and see a sudden reflection of me, an attraction, a vision, a taste, a thought, a simple smile ... a vague memory. Because I ask, because I say, because I continue in this infinite but nevertheless pleasurable pain and agony that so often revolts me but I also feel love.
By Joana Dourado8 years ago in Humans
Finding True Love
When you're young you hear lots of different things about love. You hear the good and the bad, the amazing times full of laughter and the nights full of tears and arguments. I didn’t know what to think about the whole concept of love until the 18 of December, 2015. The day I first met Aaron.
By Chelsea Peacock-Wood8 years ago in Humans
On a Special Date
His fingers had been tapping rhythmically onto the bed sheets for the last ten minutes. He hated going through it again. Waiting for his wife get dressed in the closet played on his nerves. ‘’Lisa,’’ Johnathan called out to his wife, but no answer followed except the sound of more clothes falling on the floor. He heard her utter a frustrated grunt and resume searching.
By Mokadem Ali8 years ago in Humans
