love
All you need is Love, and Love is all you need.
Beautiful Things
Tears pricked at the corners of my eyes when the gravity of her words hit me. I’d known her less than a month, and somehow she’d become my family. Somehow she was walking with me in the journey to start a family of my own. Her extreme generosity overwhelmed me, and I began to weep.
By emmaus writing5 years ago in Humans
The Little Orange Tree
The cloudless sky was a brilliant compass blue, contrasting perfectly with the fiery orange of the fruit so gloriously red that it competed with the soon to be setting sun. An abundance of oranges sat atop a young tree, waiting for either someone to come pick them or to fall victim to gravity and drop to the soil so that a small vole or bird could come and eat from the broken skin of the orange.
By Ella-Sophia Carew5 years ago in Humans
The Night Before
Marcus woke up with no recollection of what happened the night before. He had fallen asleep on top of the covers with his shoes still tied tightly around his feet. It looked as though Diana had not come to bed altogether; her side lacked the disturbance of a mere wrinkle.
By J.D Schenk5 years ago in Humans
Life’s Storms
This story is not a sad story, though at times it may seem to be. It is real and is the story of a young lady who faced the fiercest, most awful storm of her life. At times it seemed the storm would never end and would consume her slowly until the end of her days.
By Dale Austin 5 years ago in Humans
DREAMS
I keep having dreams about her. Every night I see the same girl, the one I fell in love with in a time that feels far away now. We met in a pure place in which both of us expected to absolutely resent. A summer camp, during the summer before seventh grade. We fell in love with the chaos of each other and created a bond that was unlike anything we had ever experienced in our short lives. We lived three states away from each other but somehow the universe brought us both to the same summer camp during the same summer that we both needed someone. It felt like fate. But it did not last long.
By Isabelle Irwin5 years ago in Humans
Forget Me Not. Top Story - March 2021.
The first thing I noticed as I circled the block searching for a place to park was the house. A modest, dark red brick bungalow, it contrasted dramatically with its neighbors by its impeccable cleanliness and order. The wrought iron fence gleamed coal black and shiny, the roof was spotless with not a single missing shingle, and the snow had been shoveled so neatly that the flagstone walkway looked scribed by a yardstick from sidewalk to stoop. The pristine white rectangles of yard were repeated in miniature by the curtained windows bracketing the polished oak door. The whole picture was framed by hedges trimmed to perfect symmetry. I remember thinking it must be the residence of a retired military officer and his wife. I fancied they had so cherished their tidy little home that for years they had resisted the flight to the suburbs, patiently hoping for the renaissance that was, in fact, finally beginning to scrub the grubby face of the city center.
By Patricia Hunt5 years ago in Humans
Drive: and now, eventually
"There's a tone of voice reserved for affection, the kind that says even just the thought of you has given the other person a pleasant dose of brain chemicals. It comes with newest loves and oldest friends, and drops a soft veil around two people that makes all the rest of the world seem significantly less important."
By Benjamin Kibbey5 years ago in Humans
Unspoken Treasure
Ernest Hemingway was the love of my life. We met when I was a young woman in my twenties. He had just come back from one of the things he most loved to do in this world, go fishing on Pilar, his boat, accompanied by my father, one of his best buddies. I remember when I saw him for the very first time. He was a legend, larger than life. He was not like some of those writers who wrote books filled with suspense and adventure, but led lives of dull, boring normality. This man actually lived the stuff he wrote about. Despite being much older than I was, I felt a breathlessness and my heartbeat quickened when he gazed in my direction. He must have noticed the impression he had made on me, when he glanced away from my direction with a smile on his face.
By Gabriela De Francisco5 years ago in Humans
