love
All you need is Love, and Love is all you need.
Louise & Edgar
Louise White was about as ordinary as they come. With clear spectacles and a penchant for intricately knitted, oversized sweaters she thrifted from her local consignment shop in Brooklyn, you may have not noticed her passing you on the subway, or sitting across from you on the bus, but Edgar Valencia, he sure did. Each day the two of them, both bookworms with their noses nestled comfortably into leather bound tales of love and lives lived outside of the New York City shores, dreamed of settling into a place more quiet and serene than the bustling city streets. Louise and Edgar unknowingly had much in common. One of their commonalities, like I said, was a shared dream to move away from the city. They longed to one day purchase a cabin upstate, close enough to New York where they could both keep their jobs in publishing and communications, but far enough that they could lull themselves to sleep with the sweet sounds of owls, rather than the blaring screeching sounds of tires and sirens in the night.
By Bette Gabrielle5 years ago in Humans
The Meadow Maiden of Vincent Tremblay's Sketchbook
He was born on the alpine farm, and always wished to stay on the alpine farm. His mother said his first cry had echoed down into the valley, claiming the mountain as his own. And with his first breath, its air had entered his soul. He knew that, no matter where the wind took him, he would draw his last breath here. It was the fog at daybreak, when the sheep were tearing up dewy grass and the wolves were quiet. It was the blue moss in the shadows and the stars spread like milk across the sky. He was as much a part of this world as the trees.
By Denise Mallett5 years ago in Humans
The words you left behind.
To tell you the truth, I never opened the book. It sat on the side table for 15 years of marriage and then 32 lonely ones after that. Sat there like constance, like a remembrance, and when I lay my head on the pillow each night I knew it would be there when I woke up, just as Jeannie left it.
By Lauren Cammack5 years ago in Humans
Daydream Believer
“I’ll see it when I believe it,” she thought to herself. Yet another day of endless searching. “Where did I put that journal?! I guess I can just try to remember, but the way it was worded was so perfect! Ahhh, ok 15 more minutes of searching, then I have to just let it go and move on to something else.”
By Starhead Stoneground5 years ago in Humans
TWENTY-ONE
Grab your roses that cost way too much money at the grocery store. Fiddle with the chocolates that she’s not supposed to have because it gives her anxiety from the caffeine. Take a mental note of the moment you’re both anticipating and dreading and don’t let your mind drift off to distant places like her co-workers or her family or her girlfriends.
By Aaron Cobbs5 years ago in Humans
As a Reward $
‘Getting there is half the fun’. . .what acid-addled 1960s ad-man had come up with that little gem? The travelling part of any holiday jangled her last nerve. She was standing in the aisle, waiting for the priority boarders to finish adding the final touches to their handbag and seating arrangements. She could see her own airline-allocated seat and it was still 7 rows away, the middle seat in a row of three. She’d have preferred the aisle seat, but at an extra 8 quid each way, she was prepared to spend the 2 hour flight to Venice sandwiched between strangers. That £16 saved might even buy her a coffee at Florian, (but only if the band had the afternoon off and there was no additional music supplement).
By Kerry Doyland5 years ago in Humans
A Binding Love
In a world seemingly simpler, fate encrusted itself upon two unknowing souls. Bound by their love of music and a spark, Janie and Will spent the day just simply enjoying each other amongst the sea of people. Once this magical night ended Janie and Will went their separate ways with one thought it mind that if it was destined, they ever be together, fate would somehow reunite them.
By Jenny Jones 5 years ago in Humans
Your Colors
Black, the very darkest color. The result of the absence or complete absorption of light; the opposite of white. My mind wanders as my fingers trace against the smooth cover of my small, black notebook. Rain droplets tap against the glass of the window, filling the temporal silence.
By Danielle Casey5 years ago in Humans
The Ultimate Promise
My morning started like any other, stressed out, crunching numbers and plastering that day long smile on my face for those little pudgy dumplings asleep in the back. My alarm clock use to beat me to the crack of dawn wakeup call but now the anxiety of getting everything in order has me up at hours that simply should not exist.
By Ashley Anderson5 years ago in Humans
The Sound of Us
The Sound of Us The sounds were deafening. The lights were blinding. He shielded his eyes, as he stumbled out of the opera-house. There was always something about the journey from the lobby to the square that discombobulated him; it was as if he was stepping from one world to the next.
By Burgandi Rakoska5 years ago in Humans
The Void
I’m falling, and it feels like there is nothing that will ever be able to stop me. In this darkness I’m thrusting out my limbs, but I can’t feel anything to touch or find something solid to stand on. All around me is impenetrable, unsettling darkness. Do my instincts keep searching for safety to stop me from going mad?
By Craig Moran5 years ago in Humans
