love

All you need is Love, and Love is all you need.

Peyote
He found her agenda on the kitchen island, strewn atop a sea of bills and fashion magazines. Her neat cursive caught his eye as he waited for his chili to heat in the microwave.
By Andrea Jensen5 years ago in Humans
Maia's Melody
I sit unaware of my body’s stillness. Lost in thought: I remember the moment you told me how fascinated you were by the spacing in between my words. It was on graduation night, right after the grad party, we went to the beach at night and listened to the waves unwind. When I spoke, you smiled, musing that my voice was like a sweet melody and my intention behind the words was pure. You joked that my future husband would be a musician; I would play along and blame my name. I replay the way your eyes lit up when I laughed out of nervousness of your adoration for me. My soul had never felt more naked than when in front of you. And every instance of vulnerability, you reminded me how safe I was. You were my family.
By Paisley Bird5 years ago in Humans
Beloved
Soaking in his new fond loneliness Garrett urged himself to his feet. She wouldn’t want me sulking about, so we must...I mean, I must keep going. The use of the word “I” was a stab in the heart because “we” was all he knew for 20 years. But now “we” was no longer here and the loneliness of “I” stood in its place. With his first step, Garrett started his morning routine. Shower, brush teeth, shave, cut on morning news, start the coffee pot, get dressed, check th- DING DONG ! The sound of the doorbell interrupted the routine that he ritually developed for nearly 5 years since the passing. As Garrett hesitated to open the door, he made up in his mind to wait and allow the disturbance to go away on its own. Through the silence he could hear the usual noises of the coffee pot dripping its last drop, his phone buzzing as new emails awaited to be read, and the news anchor going on about stock prices. But wait, the news of stocks doesn’t come on till later. “-the wild ride on wall street that seems to have just come out of the blue-“ DING DONG! The second bell startled Garrett as the news anchor went on. He quickly muted the tv and called out, “Who is it?”
By TG Knight5 years ago in Humans
Tom's gifts
It had started with a love letter – pages so delicate they felt like they might crumble in her hand. Words written with fervour from a front line; Tom desperate to get back to Kate, who he had loved since the second grade.
By Dreamer 5 years ago in Humans
Centuries Worth
The smell of coffee is the only comfort I have encountered this morning. Taking my usual seat at the table in the back of the coffee shop, I pull out my laptop to send an email to the financial aid office. I cannot afford to take out any more loans and my parents will not cover my tuition unless I major in pre-med. Begging for any source of financial assistance is what I have to resort to.
By Jillian Boone5 years ago in Humans
Librex Del Amorx
“It’s not quite lunch yet. I’ll just take a cafe con leche,” I said to the cute red-headed waitress. She leaned against the black, twisting, wrought iron rail that wrapped around Il Bistro’s patio. She scrunched up her lips with confusion. “Siento, siento,” I laughed. “I’ve been speaking nothing but Spanish for the last two years. Coffee with milk, please.”
By Xola Vega5 years ago in Humans
The woman who killed me
As we lay here, basking in the bittersweet aroma of steamy, passionate, intense hard love making, the burning wood from the fire...cigarettes, combined with her favorite perfume of musk and gardenias...
By Amerokee5 years ago in Humans
A Love Well Kept
Sadie had it coming for her husband, Lonnie, when he got home. Every time she thought about what she had just found, her blood boiled. How could he do this? After 25 years of marriage! She had been a good wife – not perfect, but good. She gave their marriage everything she had, through the good and the bad. And there were some really bad times.
By Sharon Smalls5 years ago in Humans
What Mattered in the End
It was lunchtime when she snapped, slapping the notebook out of her therapist's outstretched hand. It landed at an awkward angle on the floor, kinking it’s pages. Hot and fast angry tears poured down her face. It was so frustrating. She opened her mouth, shut it, opened it willing any single sound to come out, just one, only one, anything! But nothing. She wanted to scream at him, he was supposed to help her. Fix her. It’d been months now. But nothing, no progress had been made. But this stupid psychological trauma stopped anything from coming out. She just wanted to talk again. This had cost her everything, her job, her friends who had stopped bothering to read her notes or learn ASL. These people, all these doctors and therapists were professionals they were supposed to fix her. This is bullshit! They should be able to fix her. Help her. She just wanted to talk again.
By Vivian Crane5 years ago in Humans
The Journal in the Window
"She was my world." The writing was faded on the pages of the moleskin journal. The book lay open: yellow deckle-edged melancholy against the flaking soft white of the window ledge in the abandoned house.
By Katherine Moeckel5 years ago in Humans
Love is a Bird
She had these long, pink shiny nails which flashed every time she rubbed her neck. A few minutes would pass and soon a hand would appear, curling and kneading. She sat swanlike, bowing her head now and then to stick a glob of whip cream in her mouth. I absorbed her presence, excited that all my senses were reacting to her. My nostrils were pulsating, soaking in her honeyed scent. I wished we were facing each other, but the pink nails against her long neck were sexy. She was art.
By K.P. Sami5 years ago in Humans
The Time In-Between
The morning fog slowly rolled through the front lawn outside my window like a blanket of vapor covering the grass. It provided a starch contrast to the heaviness I was feeling. Despite the fog, there was supposed to be a meteor shower tonight. The town was going to hold a festival for it, despite current circumstances, and everyone who was healthy would be in attendance. It was to honor those who have died, ironically.
By Arman 5 years ago in Humans