love
All you need is Love, and Love is all you need.
50 Shades of Red
The clock ticked twelve past noon when she arrived—our first encounter. Under the dimly lit sky that was my studio, she bore the aroma that would soon engulf the atmosphere so to match her natural divinity. As it takes thought and time to make a poem sing, or those three words which are carefully uttered to communicate eternal closeness, here, I shall only need but a moment to encapsulate the reasons I adore her—that of which are sentimental.
By M. A. Nitopi5 years ago in Humans
Reminiscence
The drinks kept coming but, I couldn't calm my nerves. When will he get here, is it just the lights or is my vision getting worse. No need to worry, I'm sure there's an explanation for his punctuation. The bartender is starting to give me looks like 'he's not coming'.
By LotusLover5 years ago in Humans
Koi no yokan
“And anyway, that’s where I got the third painting.” Phoebe’s left leg bounced up and down as Kris’s droning about some collection swam into one ear and out the other. She had to remind herself to keep her lips curled up for appearances. Her thumbs slowly ran circles around each other. “Ugh, and where is the waiter to take our order? This is ridiculous!”
By YottaVolte5 years ago in Humans
Fermentation of the Evolving Girl.
Someone once told me that loving me is comparable to acquiring the taste for wine. As time goes on, the warm complexity of it is like honey on the lips of one, but remains a pungent shudder on the tongue of another. I guess some people don’t care enough to stick around waiting for the sweetness to kick in. He always did tell me he preferred whiskey.
By M. Madella5 years ago in Humans
The Navy Blue Sweater
“I brought you a blanket.” I heard Shelia say. “I don’t know why you like sitting out here, it’s so cold.” I smiled in response. Most people don’t understand it, they think I’m crazy. But I like the cold. It is one of the few things that remind me I was alive.
By DoraTheExplorer 5 years ago in Humans
Would You Like Another
A newly poured glass of wine in one hand, the other resting on the table. Your elbows propping yourself up as you sit, waiting. Dressed in red, your hair styled with elegance, your makeup done to give your smile a glow. The twilight of the night grasping at the hands of time as the setting begins to weigh on you. All around you are people enjoying their night out. The family beside you are out with their daughter, celebrating her graduation from college. The group of seven businessmen in the far corner are taking shots after closing a major deal with a competing company. A few tables in front of you sits an older couple. A night out together, they are enjoying each other’s company. They look so happy.
By David Djr Roberts5 years ago in Humans
Lucky Date
Lucky Date I was just 24 at the time, I was working construction for a good friend of mine. We were working on this home that was getting a complete rehab. Right next to her home, windows, roof, siding, porch, and driveway. I noticed her next-door the very first day. You could not help but notice her she was that beautiful.
By David F Anderson5 years ago in Humans
The Six Stages of Heartbreak
First the colours fade. The bright reds and blues turn to greys. The sunsets turn to just another time of day. The parks that you picnicked in turn cold and mock you with their happy couples. That bouquet of roses you bought for her is still sitting by the door, wilting. The deep reds and pinks turn to yellow and grey and crumble like ashes. The pictures you took start fading, her smile becomes less radiant. But you don’t look at your pictures, because then you start drowning in memories and the what-ifs. You avoid the pictures, but you can’t avoid the music.
By Melissa in the Blue5 years ago in Humans
