love

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

A Tale of Two Worlds
I am alone. The sun gleamed high in the afternoon sky. David floated facedown, pissy drunk in his Society Hill rooftop pool.
By LAVNDRR5 years ago in Humans
Until You Don't Need Me
Danni was hungover. The pounding in her head reminded her of how much she drank last night, the taste in her mouth full of regret and cheap wine. The sun peeking through the blinds in the dingy apartment window felt like a knife to her eyes, and she curled herself closer into her bed comforter. Blindly, her hand reached around the bed, and with a start, realized there was nothing.
By Aimee Lamadrid5 years ago in Humans
No Mistakes
God don’t make no mistakes. The blue waves washed upon the tan-brown sand taking away the footprints and the sand images that were. The sunset, the horizon as it marries the sea had that pinkish yellow haze that I never quite understood. There was a feeling of bliss, an internal happiness I longed so much for. Maybe I finally found it. Her dark skin glistened so brightly as she laid back on that warm sandy beach. Her luscious black box braids wet from the salty water but she had no cares. She was up and I gazed upon her as she swung those voluptuous hips. Then with her full lips, warm brown eyes, and that round nose I always liked she said, "What's on your mind?" I simply told her ,
By bitw bitb5 years ago in Humans
Thunderstorms
"Goldie, do you hear yourself?” Lis swirled around and stared at her little sister. “I’m no expert at love, Lord knows, but you should marry someone who sees you the way you want to be seen,” Lis said slowly. “You want a man who genuinely thinks you’re unforgettable, smart, funny, and hell, even powerful—always, even on the days when you don’t believe it yourself.”
By Lorraine C Sullivan5 years ago in Humans
The View from the Inside
The road was barely visible through the early morning mist, illuminated only by the soft glow of the gas lamp posts lining the cobble-stoned sidewalks. The young woman walked lightly through the sleeping city, careful not to startle the stillness. This was her favorite view of the city. Sunday mornings at the heart of town, watching the mist swirl in the first glow of the sunrise, not a soul in sight. She loved the city, but not in the conventional way. She loved the people, but only from a distance.
By Jess Hidell5 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
Den Velt
Mark’s fingers rifled expertly through the shelf of vintage LPs. Thursday: the blessed day. The day when the new ‘finds’ would miraculously appear on the shelves of Mark’s local store. Thursday: the only day of the week where he managed to rise, Lazarus-esque, from his bed before noon. He had crafted arriving at the shop down to a fine art: one minute past nine, week in, week out.
By Niall James Bradley5 years ago in Humans
Little Black Book
Suddenly the world felt dark. There I was sitting alone with nothing but this small black notebook to remember him by. Why do we live only to die? Why do we love only to lose? How can this kind of change ever be sweet or accepted by us creatures of habit? I jolted suddenly at the sound of his laughter, but before I had turned around to catch a glimpse of his smile I remembered the reality. There’s no way it could be him. I lifted myself up off the park bench and walked through what now looked to me like a haunted forest, the sun was shining but I felt no warmth. I placed my hand on my heart and attempted to acknowledge my pain tenderly. Today I had lost something and had no idea how I was ever going to get it back.
By Dilara5 years ago in Humans
How to Be Mindful of Relationship Red Flags
Human beings are social creatures. It is essential for us to engage in personal relationships. When a relationship first starts, it can be very exciting. The world seems brighter. You get excited every time your new crush messages you to tell you that they are thinking about you.
By SWS5 years ago in Humans
5 Healthy Relationship Habits That Most People Think Are Toxic
You always hear about the habits that ruin a relationship. It is not often that you hear about the habits that create a happy and healthy relationship.
By SWS5 years ago in Humans
Heading Home
I saw her on the subway. As bitter of a year as always, the gates cramped. Her frame was small, and she hunched over like a crippled bird. Her face reminded me of the long nights in the summer out in the open fields, when a fear of the future hadn’t existed. And she still clung to herself as if she were her only solace. Smelling of grease, the stench of the city hung in the air like a bad joke and reminded me of where I was. I turned my head before she saw me, and quickly jumped out at the first stop, holding tight to the flowers in my hand.
By Alana C.5 years ago in Humans
The Author and The Illustrator
There I was, gripping the book in my hand after all those years. It was just as I remembered it: a rich black, buttery soft cover, creased from my grandmother’s deeply lined hands. She used to read to me from that book every night, molding and forming the pages, etching lifelong memories in my mind. She was the only person who ever loved me. Well – not quite. She was the only one who never left me. Never, that is, until she died of cancer.
By Patricia Cangelosi5 years ago in Humans