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Emotional Matchmaking App
Emotional Matchmaking App Well, the good news was he hadn't seen her yet. The bad news was the wedding ceremony was only half over. Five or six more hours and he would be able to sneak out of the wedding reception and return to his hotel room.
By Kim Kinakin Tuckey5 years ago in Humans
Little Black Book
We were inseparable, but what happened next was chimeric and regretful. His name was Alfred. He was the duke’s godson, and I was merely a village girl. We met 12 months ago and had been inseparable ever since, playing hide and seek with each other's hearts as we lost ourselves in a deep and untamable kind of love. He made my heart flutter and broke it into a million tiny pieces all at once. He gave me strength somedays, and other's he stole my vigour.
By Aditi Kumar5 years ago in Humans
Aqua~Maria
First Chapter In his youth Baxter had been in the Merchant Marine, in and out of ports around the globe, living a life of romance and adventure - but he was older now and times of romance and adventure were behind him; a wise silver fox, and he contented himself with a simple happy life in North Beach, driving a taxicab. He knew the majestic hills and zigzag sunset streets of the city like his own backyard, and enjoyed his job and all the beautiful people and their complicated lives, all in a rush, escorting them to where they needed to go. Wherever it may be he would surely get them there, Ol’ Cap Bax at the wheel in a fisherman’s wool cap and a silvered beard with a weathered anchor on the temple of his brow like a stamp on a letter. Always the charming chauffeur entertaining all his fares, day or night rain or shine with a twinkle in his eye and a roaring hearty laugh.
By Jake Little5 years ago in Humans
Mia's Gift
It was a cold and wet afternoon as Paul’s tears mixed with the drops of rain that was lightly pattering his face and rolling down his cheeks. His hand gingerly flowed over the contours of the rugged black granite of the small upright monument that was on the grave of his fiancee-Mia's final resting place. This was Mia’s family’s monument and he thought that they would not be using it for many years. The feeling of the cold lifeless granite was a stark contrast to the memory of Mia, her tender skin, her soft cheeks, her long wispy lashes, her scent. That scent he called home which was a mixture of lavender soap that she loved and her favorite perfume Chanel No. 5.
By Taras Machula5 years ago in Humans
Gold Leaf Clover
He is a ghost town. Feathered hair and dimples. His hazel eyes admired for the burning sun painted around his pupil. His iris forever capturing the beauty that is an Eclipse. Phisher, undoubtedly, a wall flower of the Midwest. He flourishes and blooms as he sings symphonic ballads to his love of all time.
By Lee Windsor5 years ago in Humans
