Love
Tales of Eric of Sormac
Eric was suffocating. The waves of the Great River Corrib kept pulling him under. Try as he might he could not get his bearings under the heavy waves. Every moment he came up for air lasted seconds before another cold wave dragged him back to the stony bottom.
By Victoria Blitz5 years ago in Fiction
The war for love.
One second, two seconds, three seconds four. Tick tock tick tock consumes Tom Barnes’s mind - echoing with a thud to his skull every beat. Sweat drips down the side of his face as he watches the prolonged hands of the clock move to that sweet sweet 5.00 pm release from the office. "Get me out of here! Get me out of here!" Yelled the seemingly never-ending mantra in his mind. He could feel the agitation building within the air as his co-workers desperately rushed around him to finish their final jobs of the week. Tom could almost see the words, "I need a vacation,” tattooed on their foreheads. The cigarette he had been smoking burns his fingers and snaps him into his reality - his supervisor's towering figure looking down on him.
By India Grant5 years ago in Fiction
The Messy Life Of A Clean Freak
Chapter 1 (Writer) Sarah was having a flashback to when her parents were first married. It showed how they were unhappy and having a serious argument. It ended just before horrible names were mentioned and Sarah woke up panting and horrified. But much to her dismay Kirk and Charlotte were really arguing.
By Ivanna Quarshie-halm5 years ago in Fiction
The last one to know.
Dennis was sitting on the bleachers watching his high school’s homecoming game on a Friday night. His friend Taylor checking his Snapchat and admiring the story feed of Isabella,an 18 year old senior and one of the most popular cheerleaders on the squad.
By Kyle Smith5 years ago in Fiction
Glint
When a person holds something long enough, they eventually lose feeling of it in their hands. Their mind habituates to its texture and its uniqueness disappears. If you study something from a different perspective, however, you can find new meaning in the mundane.
By Matthew Puzycki5 years ago in Fiction
Blue and Green
The first time I saw you was at the birthday party of a mutual friend. I couldn’t stop looking at you. I’d never seen a redhead with one blue eye and one green eye, and such white skin. I was captivated. As a visual artist your natural colouring was fascinating to me, so it was only subsequent to that discovery that I noticed how beautiful you were.
By Steve Moran5 years ago in Fiction
Fat and Fab Femboy
I’m standing at the crosswalk, Broadway Rector street. Behind me, men in business suits blend together with adolescents in turtlenecks, carrying yoga mats. They hurriedly stream in between the green lamp posts of Wall street station and disappear into the underground in order to avoid the rain. The brim of my pants dig into my waist, the thin white belt just a little bit too tight. Liquid golden liner round my eyes, re-liquefied and running in the rain. Next to me the neo-Gothic towers of Trinity Church are reaching for the skies, and six feet under a polished miniature obelisk lies Alexander Hamilton. The red hand of the traffic light keeps me from crossing. There he comes, down the sandstone steps of Broadway 65, tryingly reaching out a hand to feel the rain. The love of my life.
By Maximilian Johnsson5 years ago in Fiction
When the Ice Melts
It’s been a few days since the snowstorm blew in, one I was not prepared for in any way. Nonetheless, I endured, the temperature was brutal, the winds strong, pounding at the walls of the cabin. As I stand looking out the window, violent flurries of snowflakes dance with erratic movements caused by the random change in direction of the wind. The sun never truly disappears from the night sky, a faint glow on the horizon can be seen, but in no way was I fooled into thinking it was safe to venture outside, if only to replenish my stack of logs by the stone fireplace. My current supply will have to do.
By Jasmine S.5 years ago in Fiction
