love
All you need is Love, and Love is all you need.
In My Dreams
High school was the worst four years of my life. Back then, all of my problems felt like they could be blamed on hormonal teenage bullshit: I was overly emotional because of the hormones, I had toxic mood swings because of the hormones, I gained weight because of the hormones, I thought about suicide because of the hormones.
By Amanda Starks5 years ago in Humans
Cadavers and Cocktails
Glad her cheeks weren’t more exposed to the whipping wind, Pollyanna Whittier pressed on. The steep climb up these rocky hills was familiar. Having covered nearly seven miles over three peaks, the girl should have been exhausted. Her ardor and her speed fogged her goggles. She approached the next bit of sign, crouched to inspect the prints, and to make herself as small as possible. With her head tucked, and her back to the powerful winter winds of the White Mountains, she took off her hood, removed her goggles, and pulled her balaclava down enough so that she could expel some of the heat her bundled body urgently needed to exhaust. As she cooled herself, she tucked away her goggles into her armpit, where they instantly iced over with frozen fog. She intended to warm and dry them with her body heat. The cool of the goggle's icy lens and frozen foam gasket felt good against her hot core.
By Matt Keating5 years ago in Humans
A Memory Of Love
“I don’t know Cyn, It just feels like it hasn’t been long enough” Steve said. “Stevie listen, It has been 2 years since Mary died” Cynthia responded. She had a very mother like tone in her voice, stern but soft and caring. She wrapped her arms around her big brothers neck and looked at him the way you would a sad child. “I loved Mary too, but you have to let go and move on'' She said “You have to find a way to be happy again” Cynthia hugged him tightly. He felt warm and safe. Since Marys car accident, the only time he ever felt warm and safe was when Cynthia was around him. “Ok Cyn,” He said reluctantly “I’ll give it a shot, call her and set it up.” “Yay!” She exclaimed, almost jumping up and down. She kissed him on the cheek. “You two are going to be so cute together!”
By Aaron Moore5 years ago in Humans
Lost Vision
Should I Stay Or Should I Go? The Question Remains & I Just Don’t Know. It’s been a never ending road, no happiness nor success. I feel I’m getting tired. I feel as I should rest. I’m on this journey of searching for my soul. What am I searching for? What are my goals? Ever felt lost in your life before? Sometime feel as though you’re searching for more? Seems as if you’re on this straight narrow path. But how many years have passed, you do the math. I’m sitting here waiting for happiness to hit. I’m sitting here thinking with all my candles lit. Round and round in circles I go. When does it stop does anyone know? I can see if I was spinning and actually moving someplace. Yet I’m just spinning right now at a very slow pace. Anticipating you, would make some kind of move. Keep me ambitious. Keep me in the groove. Instead you’re stuck on stupid whereas your mind is unable to flow. To keep you in the direction of moving toward the light. Keep you in tuned and teach you how not to lose sight. Remind you of the things, God has blessed you with. Keeping you in tuned, with things unlike a myth. Instead of searching for answers you’re digging for gold. Not realizing time is passing, you’re starting to grow old. I need to keep searching for the answers to the questions of my mind. I forget who I am, I forgot who I be, but I feel it coming... My self-worth will find me.
By Karen Carrington5 years ago in Humans
Love & Rain
I’ll never forget the way that the lightening lit up the sky over the Mohave desert. I was on my way to the skateboarding championship at Venice Beach and I was already running late because I couldn’t find my lucky hat. As I was speeding down Highway 18 the sky lit up a wicked bright shade of pink and I saw it…well the lack of it to be exact...
By Kristen Renee5 years ago in Humans
Sweet Kiss of Merlot
“It’s so lovely to meet you!” Virginia Thomas voice sung with sweet softness. He immediately swooned over her as his caramel eyes drank her in. Soft raven curls bounced and cascaded over slender shoulders. Her dark blue eyes pierced the depths of his soul. She kept herself in good. She clutched a dainty handbag in her slender fingers. She appeared quite innocent. There ought to be a law against how her curves suffocated against the fabric of her cocktail dress. She was more than what Tristan Raymond expected of a woman.
By Timothy Berman5 years ago in Humans
Tactile Vibrance
Standing in front of the mirror, in a vibrantly-tiled hotel bathroom, Alex began preparing herself for the day. Humming, she brushed her teeth, put on lotion, and unmade her braids. She tousled her black hair until it settled in waves that fell below her shoulders. Matt walked to the threshold of the bathroom and leaned against the doorframe. He had gotten dressed first, sporting a pair of comfortable loafers, shorts, and a light button up short sleeve shirt left undone towards the top. He also wore a pair of aviators which sat just below his curly hair, and a block bead bracelet which Alex had made for him.
By Lexen Smith5 years ago in Humans
