love

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

Lost and Found
Natalie Calhoun awoke before the 7 a.m. alarm. She eagerly dressed for her daily run on the East Coast Beach. Pulling her Medium Brown hair up in a ponytail, she snatched up her house key and headed out the door. She started off on a warm balmy Carolina Day. The Sea air filling her senses. The Beach wasn't too crowded for a May morning. Not quite brimmed with tourists yet she thought. She ran hard for a half a mile before slowing to a walk, which was part of her routine. She was looking down trying to watch for the ocean tides, when she spotted something Black laying in the sand. She picked it up. It was a small notebook with a rubberband wrapped around it. A small envelope fell out and she picked it up; feeling that it had something in it. She peeked inside. "Holy Crap" she said to herself. It was alot of money! She decided that she would take it back to the house to count it. She had no intentions of keeping it though. She wasn't like that. She would try to find it's owner or turn it into Authorities. She turned around and headed back to the beach house vowing she'd try to find the owner ASAP.
By Vicki Lee Davis5 years ago in Humans
Coyote Crossing
Steam chugged out from beneath the hood; a cockeyed wheel spun on the overturned front axle. The dust-grimed box truck must’ve smashed the canyon wall moments before Grady hiked around the cliff bend. Not exactly what he expected to encounter on his excursion from Big Bend National Park while celebrating a monumental fifty-days sobriety from cocaine.
By Katie Jayne5 years ago in Humans
Barnes, Like the Bookstore
Who is He? When I was halfway through my last stay at the Helen Keller National Center in late February 2017, I noticed a new student and his guide dog. I wanted to know about him, and I probably should have approached Chris himself.
By quinn burch5 years ago in Humans
Pen Pals
Heidi’s hands trembled as she pressed send. She watched to make sure the text actually sent, then threw the phone down beside her and rested her head back on the gaudily patterned seat. Why did they always use such ugly patterns for train seats? Who would choose this pattern when there must be millions of other more attractive patterns to choose from? Perhaps it was to hide the stains. She suddenly felt very dirty. She wished she could take a shower.
By Tegan H5 years ago in Humans
Trish
I met Trish when I was 17 years old. She and my Cousin Kerry had met on a phone chat line. Phone chat lines were as popular then as dating apps are now. The only difference was people began speaking to one another immediately without the benefit of seeing each other first. I believe that this helped to create genuine interest in one another because all you had was the other person’s thought matter. This was the case with Trish and Kerry. They were pretty much inseparable from the start. I don’t remember how long it was before they got married though. It just feels like they have always been. I never really knew a lot about Trish. All I knew is she had always been really nice to me, and she seemed extremely down to Earth. But everything I ever needed to know about Trish I discovered during one visit to their home. While at their home, Kerry was trying to demonstrate to me how he taught his parakeet to say, “Go get my beer bitch!” On this particular day the bird was feeling a little shy. He tried to coax the animal for 5 minutes, but it wouldn’t comply. I was beginning to not believe that Kerry had been able to train the bird to speak like its master.
By Andre O'Brien5 years ago in Humans
The Painting
It was time. Time to move past the bitterness, anger and feeling like a failure. A year was long enough to get over her divorce from a habitual cheating husband. Rebecca picked up the community college flyer and thumb through looking for something to take her mind off and get her out of the house at least a couple nights a week, work was no longer enough of a distraction. “Aha” she exclaimed “this is perfect.” She went online and submitted the form with payment for the oil painting class 2 nights a week.
By Cathie D Fleenor5 years ago in Humans
Caring Isn't Stupid
“The worst feeling is when you find out you didn’t mean as much to someone as you thought you did, and you look stupid for caring too much.”
By bcornelius795 years ago in Humans
Meet me in Ōdōri Park
It is 10:15 am and Sayako is on her way for her early morning break. From Sapporo, Japan Sayako is temporarily residing in Yorkville over in the Bellair towers in Toronto. Yorkville bustles with the trendiest and most valuable fine dining and yet Sayako retreats on her three breaks a day to a modest top-level sushi shop named Sushi Inn. As she hangs her jacket walking in, she turns to sit on the far right bench of the restaurant. She looks around there are few patrons this morning, and the same two morning staff members that serve her. She smiles at both and as if it were clock work they embrace her with a steaming cup of green tea. She cups the tea to relieve her of the brief cold her hands felt walking over. Her eyes meet with a little black book sitting on the same bench huddled in the corner. Reaching over to grab the soft black book. Holding it under the table, she flips through about a quarter into the book and reads a sequence of entries which are diary entries and comments.
By Linda C5 years ago in Humans
Captured Moment
“Kiss your family goodbye and run away with me” Sibéal whispers the words as he reads them on the page. Even if she hadn’t approached at precisely that moment, Hadrian likes to believe he would have recognized the spindly lettering of the wild girl who had stolen his heart.
By B. Lopez5 years ago in Humans
A Twist of Fate
Alarm clock blaring It’s been such a crazy six months. Between getting laid off and that devastating breakup, I truly just want to stay in bed and just be. However, I promised my sister Kendra I’d meet up with her today after cancelling three times already. I don’t want to disappoint her again. Just once I’d love for my Saturday to consist of doing what I want to do even if that is sulking. Get over it Lia! You’re being selfish. Just get your behind up. Getting out will do you some good.
By Tashena Rich5 years ago in Humans
Who Is My Neighbor?
It wasn't so much the money, but the way I had come to acquire it that perplexed me so. A week ago, I received a mysterious message that seemed to place me into the center of some grand scheme that to the best I could deduce seemed to involve the whole universe. And I don't just mean random shooting stars or strange encounters of fate. It seemed that the very birds and bustle of New York City had a part to play in this grand story I found myself in.
By Ryan Grice5 years ago in Humans
Saved by the Page
“Remember, you have that interview in the morning", the old woman with sparkling blue eyes said to her husband. "I know, I'm almost done for the night..' the husband replied, he was hunched over a notebook, slowly writing letter after letter with a shaky, wrinkled hand. The Parkinson’s was getting worse, but he wouldn’t give up writing freehand just yet.
By T.F. Hall5 years ago in Humans