love

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

All Around The World
All Around the World "Pardon me, I’m looking for …” “Yes ma’am Ms. Findlay, please follow me; I’ll escort you to Mrs. Nelson, she’s waiting for you in the conference room. My name is Samantha.”
By Monique Caffey5 years ago in Humans
Remembering Stella
Some deaths bring greatness, even in the wake of their devastating loss. The sad ones roll around like rocks, pinging and knocking against us with friction and grief. But the great deaths also blanket us with a sense of comfort, closure, and pure bliss for even knowing such a soul. This is what it’s like with Stella.
By Kemari Howell5 years ago in Humans
The Company Man
ACT 1 Chloe Miller. There was a light in the air that seemed to make things liquid when I knew her, like a haze that filtered the light and sounds of the world. Time seemed to move differently, or at least one remembered things differently. Some things seeming to move slow, as if to allow one to savour the experience. Other things, one doesn’t remember happening at all.
By Dick Lam5 years ago in Humans
The tree
Something that I always dwelled on was what kind of death is the best, sudden death or the slow one. If someone dies suddenly maybe it's best for the person who dies but for the family and friends who stay behind it can be quite a painful experience. On the other hand, with a slow death, everyone suffers during the process to the point that when death finally comes is almost welcomed.
By C Sousa5 years ago in Humans
Secrets of the little black book
Lady Wilson stumbles upon a little black book while searching for the deed to her husband's Kent house in Florida. Upon opening the little black book an old photo falls out onto the floor. She turns the photo over to see if anything is written on the back of it. And what she discovers is that her husband isn't over his ex like she thought he was.
By Poetic Woman5 years ago in Humans
A Slender Man's Tale
Troubled some may say, although unspoken is what I appraise. For the slender man, much of like a child, would take the street abruptly speaking his word of immense expression, reciting trouble deeper within that nor he could comprehend. Although it may have seemed to be a strange combination of tales. He spread perception of hope and love to the people, if taken notice.
By Marren Parker 5 years ago in Humans
Love Stuff
Patrick could barely read his own writing through the droplets skittering across his eyelashes, but he was certainly going to try like hell. If he gave up now, what was the whole point of all of his hard work? The time he had dedicated to this whole thing already? No, no-- he wasn’t having it. He wasn’t having any of it, in fact, and as far as he was concerned, Hannah would be found tonight. Yes, he thought. That’s right. I’ll find you tonight. I just need a sign.
By Lindsay Coffta5 years ago in Humans
Jonathan
Jonathan! There is this crazy thing about me… I never know when there’s a good time to tell someone how I feel. There are never enough words to explain how I feel… Or even if I’ve shared these feelings before and you’d think it’s annoying how I keep saying the same things over and over. But for me telling you everyday how I feel about you is very important! You knowing that talking to you is amazing, is important! I tell you all day how handsome you are lol because you’re really fucking handsome. But that’s not all why I’m writing this letter to you! It’s easier for me to say how I feel in words and paper opposed to face to face… It’s because I’ve been told countless times how my feelings didn’t matter and I’m wrong when I bring things to people face to face. I’m definitely not saying you’re like everybody else because we all know that’s not true. But what I’m saying is there’s trauma behind why I do this. There are reasons behind why it’s hard for me to actually communicate with you, when in reality it is me who is big on communication!
By Zander Zane5 years ago in Humans
In your arms
As I went down the stairs that lead into Romina’s basement, I thought to myself, “What am I doing?” I closed the door behind me and all I could see was the darkness immediately engulfing me.
By Renata5 years ago in Humans
LINDA AND THE LITTLE BLACK NOTEBOOK
The cold air kissed Linda’s face. On the street snow was melting. It had been a cold winter, but she enjoyed this type of weather. She could not take away the thought that she could be losing the precious art store she had worked so hard to conjure. Linda had managed to pay most of the amount owed on the building, but she still had to pay 20,000 more in order to be the owner. The problem was that she only had one more week to pay. The memories of the art classes she had taught there, the people that she had met, and especially the memory of that handsome man who walked into the store a week ago… just made her heart sink.
By Olga 5 years ago in Humans
False Positive
She asked for a sign from the Universe. Bang, clang, boom. Was this it? She opened her eyes and ears to the kitchen orchestra played by her newly attained fiancé Jackson and the sweet sounds of Al Green. She knew what that meant. He only played Al when he was in a playful mood and dared his hand at the stove for a special occasion. In between Al’s riffs were the symphony of silverware clanging and dishes smashing into the sink and Jackson’s deep interlude of “shoot, darn, shoot”. “Everything ok” honey, Imani yelled out. “Shoot, I was trying to surprise you.” “It will be if we have any dishes intact after today”, Imani chuckled. Just as Jackson came through the doorway holding a tray of scrambled eggs, bacon and fruit. “What did I do for this extra special treatment, Imani proclaimed?” Jackson smoothly replied before stealing a kiss, “just because baby, just because.” Imani slowly sat up and noticed the gorgeous pink and red roses across the room on their dresser. “Are those for me?” Jackson smiled and recited, “when we delight thyself in the Lord, my love, he shall give thee the desires of your heart”, and my love you delight my heart”.
By RitaFaith MacRae5 years ago in Humans
Little Black Book
It’s been two hours since we entered the nightclub. I’m at the bar and feel someone's breath on my shoulder. I turn around and see a modelesque skater type with a red straw between her lips. Annoyed by my loss of personal space, I shout, “one negroni, please,” to the bartender.
By Kelly Knight5 years ago in Humans