love

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

The Painter and His Wife
Once there was a painter. He solely relied on reality to fuel his inspiration, and with that came only landscape paintings, and portraits of people dressed fancily in silk suits and dresses topped with ruffs. He was always able to sell his portraits of others, and his landscape paintings brought in a little profit, but no matter the amount of money he accumulated through his works, he never felt like he had fulfilled what his heart so desired. He loved to meet with Elizabeth, he loved to gaze out into the fountains in the middle of town, and he especially loved the way that strawberries and mint leaves tasted despite the clashing flavors. He picked up playing the lute, and on occasion went swimming on hot days in the summer. No matter the amount of time these activities accumulated, he couldn’t help but feel something was missing from his life.
By Bliss Hawthorne5 years ago in Humans
V-Day Away
Written by: Commissar Stone - February 23, 2021 My partner of thirteen years was with their BFF on Valentine’s Day. Oh, the shock! Oh, the horror! Is something wrong? Are you guys ok?
By SNROCINUTAF5 years ago in Humans
Dear First Love
First Love, I don't think we'll ever speak again but maye it's for the better. What's better doesn't always feel the best though. There's so much I wish I could say. I wish I could make you understand me in the moment I said I was done.
By Patience Arianna5 years ago in Humans
Max and Sara
Max and Sara By Kenn Brody Max, my grandfather, was a solid man with dark hair and a moustache. Typically, he wore a shirt with the sleeves rolled up, secured with an elastic band, and a vest. He owned a small neighborhood store and ran it himself. If the store was open, he was there, waiting on customers, stocking the shelves, doing the books. He hung up a sign and walked home for lunch. He closed one day a week for the Sabbath.
By Kenn Brody5 years ago in Humans
The Smokehouse
I always knew I was close to home when I saw the wig. Conspicuously hanging in the low branch of a tree, it was simultaneously a touchstone and a lingering question. How did it get there? Ripped from the head of a disguised bank robber running from the cops? Left there by a forlorn woman after her date didn’t show? I never knew. But tonight it was gone.
By Phillip M. Parker5 years ago in Humans
I Was Just Thinking…
People often wonder what the word love truly means. I have come to know this word takes on many forms as some would say the geography across the state of Texas is. Some people say that love is just a feeling, while others on a deeper level of understanding have come to know it as unconditional. Holding these truths to be evident, I know I exist because of this word.
By AbrahmWrites5 years ago in Humans
The Beach
Jane was early. This was intentional of course as anyone who knew her could testify that Jane was, always early. The day was young and unspoiled and, in this moment, when the world was hushed and forgiving, Jane breathed in the cold sea-air and imagined all the possibilities the day could deliver.
By Sally Okorn5 years ago in Humans
Change of Hearts
She had the bluest eyes he had ever seen. He was tall and strong and she always felt safe in his arms. Lynn was fifteen years old and was in love with a seventeen year old boy known in her Minneapolis neighborhood as "Boone".
By Bonnie Norgren5 years ago in Humans
Scranton Singles Turn to Matchmakers For Love
Many singles in Scranton are using modern ways of dating to meet local singles such as online dating sites and mobile dating apps. Those are great options for those who are just looking for a casual relationship. But what about singles who want to get married or settle down? If you are picturing walking down the isle in down the road, then you should think about hiring a matchmaker to help you find love faster. Love seeking singles in Scranton are now turning to professional matchmakers on the search for love and this is why.
By TrendingModels5 years ago in Humans
Its In The Details
It was now or never. The plane trembled as Cadet D. Morr took one last look at his childhood home in Farma. D laughs and begins to shake his head as the clouds began to consume the sky, making it impossible to see anymore.
By MADDART5 years ago in Humans
'Til Death does Us Part
HIM If you are not looking for it, you might just miss it; even on a map. In Berks County, Pennsylvania is a small town of Pennsylvania Dutch origin. It is called Macungie. This small town seems so “out of the way”; just so “out of the middle of nowhere.”
By Christina Grim5 years ago in Humans
Sonoran Sun
We’re all waiting for the sun to emerge, rising over indigo mountain silhouette dreams, to begin our lives saying: “when I make enough I’ll do this”, “when I retire then I’ll do what I love”, “when tomorrow comes I’ll keep to my promises”, “when the kids grow up then I’ll start doing more for me”, “if only I wasn’t having to work so hard then I'd start a hobby”, “I’m too tired”. Each and every ray of every day gives us the opportunity to show, to give, and to share unexpected love towards others; there is nothing we have to wait on. This is a love story of sorts.
By Sorrel Fivecoat5 years ago in Humans