love

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

The Young Woman & the Sea
Roused by curiosity, she took the strangers hand and they floated to the area presumed as the dance floor. The saxophone had begun again with an upbeat tempo that led them turning and twirling into a fluid rhythm. The evening dew set a thin layer over both parties as if the onlookers had thrown a light sheet overtop of them, muddling their senses to the outside world. With a few final beats the music changed to a slow murmur and she became aware of the strangers hand pressed firmly where the deep V of her emerald dress met her back. With scarce movement of her head she lifted her gaze to the chin, mouth, nose, and rested on the eyes of the man in whose arms she rested. The muscles in her stomach tightened with the overwhelming sense of having met eyes with this man before. Perhaps in another life; she couldn't be sure.
By Elizabeth Douglas5 years ago in Humans
The Year of the Horse
I’ve noticed something about many of my Chinese friends and neighbors: they tend to be quite free with unsolicited advice. I had a Chinese massage therapist once. He would touch my elbow with one finger then glare at me. “You played tennis last weekend!”
By Elissa Vaunting5 years ago in Humans
Before The Sun Sets
A beautiful beach, painted a golden yellow. The rhythmic sound of waves in her ears. Just like the day he proposed to her; or perhaps her memory had made it more perfect than reality. Maybe if she tried hard enough, she could pretend this was real. She could see but not feel the sand under her feet, and the weight of several devices sat on her head.
By Jessi H.5 years ago in Humans
Threadbare
The denim my jeans were made from had always frayed before giving up and disappearing into the wind. Or maybe the tiny threads got washed out with the dirt and grime and whatever else is clinging to them when they go into the washer. I thought maybe it would take longer for the holes to appear if the jeans I wore came to me new. “New” as in never been worn by another human being. Not “new” as in new to me. All of our clothes came to us “new” as in the second meaning. I guess clothes were expensive to buy “new” like the first meaning I mentioned. I didn’t really know what expensive meant. I’d had no experience with expensive things. Most of the things I had worn were given to my family or myself directly by someone who had no use for them any longer. We were grateful for the generosity and made good use out of what we could.
By Steven B5 years ago in Humans
Witch House
“Jamie! Look what I found!” I looked up to see Josh waving a rusty old tin above his head. “Put in down, you’ll cut yourself.” Typically, he ignored me, and sat down on a log with his prize.
By Anon5 years ago in Humans
The Older Gentleman’s Guide to Ireland
Connie Fitzgibbon had lived in Ballyhea his whole life, and he had never felt the need to leave. Connie was one of those souls predisposed to loneliness, and he lived a solitary existence. When his mother passed away he inherited the old farmhouse, and with no urge to follow in the footsteps of his tyrannical father, promptly sold off the cattle and took a job driving for the parish church, which kept him in company, and in microwave dinners.
By Eli Dolliver5 years ago in Humans
The Touch of Death's Curse
My name is Renatus. I have the curse of death. Whatever and whoever I touch dies. My parents gave me up for adoption when they found out about my strange ability. The doctor who helped my mom give birth to me realized I was dangerous. He knew I was a hazard to anyone I came in contact with. When he saw my mom give me up for adoption, he knew what he had to do. Being a man of logic, he couldn’t understand how it was possible, and being a man of a good heart, he didn’t dare tell anyone about my existence, for he knew not only would I be a danger to their life, but if word ever got out, my life could be in danger as well. He destroyed my birth records and got rid of all evidence of my identity. I don’t exist. He secretly kept and raised me. He brought me back to his place, where I was kept in a glass room for the majority of my life. He would occasionally drop me off something to eat and drink, and try his best to talk and cheer me up. I hated how I was living, like some animal trapped in a cage. Don’t get me wrong, I love Nick. He’s the only person in the world who knew about my curse and didn’t run away or give up on me, but I hated that I was born this way. Nick didn’t let me watch tv for the longest time, for he knew if I was ever exposed to it, I would wonder why other people lived entirely different than I did. He didn’t want me to know what a human's life should normally be like. Of course, as I got older, I started asking questions. Nick eventually told me why I was kept in the glass room, and explained my curse. He would always try to make me feel better by telling me I was special, and that my ability was a gift, not a curse. I could never understand that. How is having the touch of death a gift? He said that God made everyone unique and that no creation of God was a mistake. We were all a Gift of God. He clearly must have forgotten that Donal Trump exists. I’m so grateful for all Nick has done for me, but sometimes I wish he would have just lied to me. because it’s true what they say. Ignorance is bliss. I was stuck in this glass room. I constantly wrote in my Moleskine black notebook. I loved writing for it distracted my mind from reality.
By C.M.5 years ago in Humans
Just Walked Away
By the time the kettle sang, I was ready for my coffee. The mist was still clinging on to the valley and a way up the lower slopes of the hill among the pines. The fire was grown hot and we were in a little patch free of mist now, which parted as Debra nosed her way to my hand, bringing in a swirl with her.
By Sinbad McCaffrey5 years ago in Humans
My mysterious black book
Ian, 37, a full-time architect works so hard to fulfill his dreams with Laura, his long-time girlfriend. Although his schedule is so hectic, he would always make time for Laura like taking her out for dinner.
By Juvy Rom- Mason5 years ago in Humans
Stars, Here We Come
You know that moment when you realized your life just changed forever? Lucy knew the feeling very well. The day that the black notebook with the planets drawn on them arrived on her doorstep.
By Abigail Sulfridge5 years ago in Humans
Destiny at the Black Cat Cafe
Our meeting was in the Black Cat coffee shop at 3. I had been nervously anticipating this day, when I would finally meet the mysterious man I had been communicating with. Would he look the way I imagined? Would we be at ease together, conversation flowing? Would that magnetic connection be there? Doubts began to fill my mind. What if I liked him too much? He said he was travelling soon. Indecision weighed heavily on me as I felt the pull, and my rational mind pulling me back.
By Katy Sophia5 years ago in Humans
The Midnight Dance
“Hello? Oh. Hello Tony.” Then silence. Poppy continued rolling out the biscuit dough on the high kitchen table, trying with every crumb of concentration to roll it evenly and to ONE CENTIMETRE like Mummy had instructed. Eventually, the silence drew Poppy’s attention away from the sand-coloured dough. From her kitchen-chair perch, she glanced at Mummy, across the tabletop resembling a battlefield of bags, flour, gaping eggshells. Mummy’s face was angry. Not surprising as it was Uncle Tony who had called. Poppy went back to rolling, back and forth. She must be very close to one centimetre now.
By Katharine Amphlett5 years ago in Humans