love
All you need is Love, and Love is all you need.
Child like love, full grown!
When I first saw Barbara we were in school I be leave grade school 1st-2nd grade. I noticed her but never even thought to speak to her. Soon we moved and I went to another school. It wasn’t until Jr. High that I really saw her as a young woman. We had both grown up a lot and began to mature. I saw her long beautiful hair down to her waist and her girlish figure, along with her brown eyes that sparkled. I liked her soft voice, shyness, and the way she carried herself. I’d say hi but not much more as I didn’t know what to say. It stayed that way for a couple years.
By Sherril L Stolworthy5 years ago in Humans
The Reverse Bucket List
It had been ten years to the day since she got the shoe box. As she sat on the couch, she finally felt comfortable enough to look through it after all this time. The dust on top of the box reminded her how she had put off opening the box that her best friend, Drew, had left for her after he committed suicide. It shocked everyone as it seemed to just come out of nowhere, but no one was more stunned than she was. After taking a deep breath she blew the dust off the top of the box and opened it. There were a bunch of folded handwritten letters, with her name on them and his bucket list. Instead of looking through the letters she decided to look at the bucket list, since it was something they had worked on achieving together. She could see his face explaining “Why make a bucket list when I’m close to death?” he said beamingly “No, no, no let’s just do it now. That way I can say I lived my life, and not tried to rush everything at the last second!”
By Joshua Barnes 5 years ago in Humans
THE GOOD, THE BAD, AND THE LONELY
THE GOOD, THE BAD, AND THE LONELY He was finally gone and Lola was free from him and the terror of his abuse. Just the day before she had gone and cut all her long wavy blond hair off. It now rested just above her shoulders, rather than down her back like it had been her entire life. Today she would complete her transformation with a box of chestnut hair dye. As she stepped out of the shower and looked into the mirror, she almost didn't recognize herself. Perfect she thought. There is no way anyone in Oystercliff would recognize her.
By Misty Hayes5 years ago in Humans
Wading Through Memories
I found her crouched down in the milkweed, covered in dirt. I knew she’d be in her garden. Sitting in the house lets the pain set in, with too many memories embellishing the walls and piled-up bills sprawling across the countertop. It’s only been a month and a busy one at that. She hasn't had a whole lot of peace between visits from neighbors and concerned family, and the house is full of flowers - flowers that are dying. When you’re ready to sink into misery, inside the house is a good place to go, but the outside offers transformation. I take a knee beside her and look up at the bottom of the leaf she’s exploring.
By Shannon Moldenhauer5 years ago in Humans
The Golden Years
The photograph tells a story all its own. Two kids—they really were, he at 19 and she at 18—barely had time for the camera shot as they looked into each other’s eyes, their faces aglow with something much sweeter than joy. His hand was clasped in hers as if he wouldn’t even think of letting it go one day.
By Jillian Spiridon5 years ago in Humans
Kalihen's Book
For as long as Reden could remember, whenever he would visit Kalihen, his friend would always be sitting in his study, scribbling furiously into a little black book. He would stand there and watch him sometimes, intrigued by the fervor and concentration. But the moment he made a sound - a creak of a floorboard or a squeal of the door - Kalihen would slam the book shut. If both Reden and Alis were there, Kalihen would take extra care to tuck the book into a hidden compartment within his desk, as if they might team up and take it from him.
By A.U. Chaudhari5 years ago in Humans
Playbook
In the middle of the pool, where none of the villa’s microphones could pick up their conversation, Jordan reached for Casey. He grinned for the cameras, flirting with his eyes, hands grasping her ribcage as he guided her back and forth, her light brown hair floating on the water.
By Molly Moore Emmons5 years ago in Humans
Second Chance
“I knew I should have called in sick today,” Mina Hill muttered as she scanned the area around the pier. Wiping sweat from her face, she pulled a lock from her backpack and secured her Marlin 7 mountain bike to the rack. She ripped her helmet from her head, exposing her Bantu knots, and shoved it inside the pack. Falling in step with the crowd of tourists, Mina’s dark eyes scanned for the last person she thought she’d be meeting up with when she began her day – her ex-girlfriend, Kaitlyn.
By B. J. Cyprian5 years ago in Humans
Marnie
It was a grey day in Yorkshire, and, wonderful though Yorkshire is, it knows how to do grey days. Marnie woke in her grey room in her grey house in the grey light, had porridge and weak tea for breakfast, trudged through the fog to the local supermarket to sell grey food in grey packaging to her grey neighbours, and then went home to a meal of meatballs and potatoes. As she came into her dark hallway, she noticed that her reflection looked tired and grey; even her clothes looked like a pile of dishcloths. She couldn’t face looking at the credit card statement on the doormat; she knew that situation was rapidly spinning out of control. There was a message of her Answerphone, purporting to be from a distant solicitor’s office, and she was invited to call them back if she was Marnie Smith, niece of Annie Brown, now deceased. Marnie hadn’t often thought about Auntie Annie since the Big Row Annie had had with her mother, but she made a mental note to ring the solicitors the next day.
By Helen McAllister5 years ago in Humans
