love
All you need is Love, and Love is all you need.
Pears on the 21st floor
Penny slowly walked toward the floor-to-ceiling glass window in her two-bedroom apartment on the twenty-first floor on Lake Shore Drive, holding her mug of freshly brewed coffee. She smiled back at the sunbeam that was already peeking through the glass and gently stroked the leaves of the pear tree, growing in a large flowerpot next to the window, then sat at her self-designed armchair and silently gazed at the picturesque view. She had been living in one of Chicago’s most famous and recognizable buildings—Mies Van Der Rohe, twin apartment towers—for the last two years, and she loved it. The flat provided a spacious layout and all the modern amenities she needed, and living in the Gold Coast neighborhood was suitable and convenient for busy city life, not to mention the stunning views of Lake Michigan and the downtown Chicago skyline it afforded her.
By Silviya Rankova4 years ago in Humans
Romeo's Triathlon of Semesters for Juliet is Exhausting
Once upon a nightmare there lived two families. One on an acreage with horses, in a mansion with huge doors; the Capulet's. The other lived in a messy split-level and came from lower to middle class. We smoked, swore, and told crude jokes; the Montague's.
By The Passionate Autistic4 years ago in Humans
The Beauty of The Broken Heart
I once had a girlfriend of two years who left me for another man. She said I was a starving artist, and she couldn’t even imagine me filling the metaphorical fridge. He was practical, realistic, came from a family that owned stuff. She was leaving, she said, because it was simply time for her to go. When she went into what was then our former bedroom to pack, it was right before I had to get ready for work at an Italian restaurant where I was waiting tables, and I cried big, plump tears as I ironed my shirt.
By Carl L Lane4 years ago in Humans
Give Love Time
Deanna was preoccupied. She wasn’t paying attention to the sound from the T.V. Glancing at her watch, she reached for her cell phone, then put it down. He’s late. Deanna got up from the sofa and went to the window. The evening sky rewarded her with hues of orange, blue, and violet as the Sun began to set. Tears began to slide down her cheeks as she struggled with her feelings of uncertainty and insecurity. It had been along time since she saw Gillespie. His flight should have landed by now. Would he even show this time?
By Tara Branche4 years ago in Humans
Stronger than passion, more than love: what does his hobby mean
Hobbies are primarily a male phenomena. The truth is that a man needs to leave our world and enter his own, parallel one from time to time in order to release tension and gain strength. A woman is resting, taking a bath, talking on the phone with a friend, or watching the fate of someone else on television. In talking with us, most men readily relax. However, some men need to distract themselves with something "serious," so they start collecting stamps, shooting ducks, or fishing in the hole. Each male character has a different hobby.
By Sahina Bano4 years ago in Humans
Ellipses of love and shame, Pt 1
In a binary star system, two stars move in an elliptical orbit around a ‘centre of mass’ – the empty space that balances their respective gravities and the point at which they are at their closest. They are gravitationally bound to each other, undeniably attracted, but moving on their own elliptical paths. This is their love story.
By Jacopo Mulini4 years ago in Humans
Waiting For Love Will Drive You Mad.
I'm not a needy person but like all of us, I enjoy being in love. I remember those young days when I would spend my time in the mirror, carefully doing my hair and my make-up while praying I would find the one who would love me. I remember changing my behaviour and my appearance a million times over just so that I would look the part for the first hot and steamy man or woman who might look my way.
By Carol Ann Townend4 years ago in Humans
