Love

Love is a Force that Defies Logic
When I saw his Facebook profile, my heart skipped a beat. To be honest, I had searched by his name — it didn't just show up by itself. Blame it on another of my sleepless nights.
By Irina Patterson5 years ago in Fiction
The Wish
Alaric was always pleased by the autumn time. For some reason the season warmed his inner soul. He would often imagine being embraced by the soft coziness of the inside, while acknowledging the growing cold that intensified outside. This gave Alaric peace. However, with the summer having left, so too went Alaric's bright & sunny mood.
By MONSTRONIK5 years ago in Fiction
Man on a Cliff
A lone man stands at the edge of the cliff, rocks descending for hundreds of feet below. Water laps against the stone at the bottom, eating away at years of compressed minerals. The sky stays overcast with marshmallow clouds; the green hills and grey, rocky cliffs stretched for miles. The man wore a beige cotton button-up tucked into khaki pants with suspenders over his shoulders and worn brown loafers. A Sunday evening, the church let out.
By Lex C.5 years ago in Fiction
Becky's Dance
Becky Jade loved dancing. She loved the emotions of happiness and joy that it evoked in her. She stood on the dancefloor unaware of the time that had flown by, spinning, pirouetting, floating, stretching every single part of her body to its limits. She had been dancing for over an hour alone, in that dance hall, but she didn't care as long as she could dance. There was nothing in this world that filled Becky Jade's heart more than dancing. Dancing ignited her heart and soul and floated her body way above the stars. It enabled her to reach limits that were above and beyond the earth, space and heavens.
By Carol Ann Townend5 years ago in Fiction
The Long, Winding Road
This is part two of this series, if you'd like to read the first one you can read it Here **** Present Day She stood in the open doorway with her mouth hanging open as she watched the Polaris Slingshot pull up in front of her garage. She had been working on restoring a '74 Stingray all afternoon and she was covered in grease. Grabbing a rag to clean her hands she went out to get a better look at the beautiful machine.
By J. Langer5 years ago in Fiction
A Woman and Her Man
The Grand Canyon didn’t hold me. It chewed me up and spit me out. I felt different after—not just physically. Something had shifted within me. I woke early the next morning and stood again at the precipice. The sun rose over the canyon in stages, illuminating each layer of rock in turn. Purple and burgundy faded into orange and umber.
By Christine Reed5 years ago in Fiction
A Bulls#*t Love Story
"Babe, you home? I got us Chinese food," Z called out as he entered the apartment. "Chelsea?" Z placed the takeout bag on the counter and walked into the bedroom. Chelsea wasn't there, but he saw that the closet door was open and her clothes were all missing. He walked back into the kitchen and noticed a note on the fridge.
By Ryan Barbin aka “Dirt”5 years ago in Fiction
Me, You, and The End of The World
I took a sip of the scotch and felt the vibrant burn roll down my throat and into my empty stomach, like a warm hug from the inside out.
By Bradley Ramsey5 years ago in Fiction
Raphael
She didn’t see the moment Rafael fell, but she felt it, and smelt it, and tasted it. The smell of fresh cut grass filled her nostrils. She always hated that smell. It reminded her of the summer of 2008 and she did not want to relive that moment again. The taste of bile and copper grew in her mouth until it turned her stomach.
By Jennifer Miller5 years ago in Fiction
Before Daisy
“Jimmy, move,” she said huskily. “I need to go, and I can’t get up from under you.” “Go where,” Jimmy mumbled hoarsely, “stay with me, it’s nice here.”
By Michèle Nardelli5 years ago in Fiction
The Darkest Evening
The woods are lovely, dark and deep, But I have promises to keep, And miles to go before I sleep, And miles to go before I sleep.
By Joy Nelson5 years ago in Fiction
Pera Mágica
I wasn't born to live an ordinary life. The thing I adore about creativity is that there's no limit. There is something so beautiful about dancing with our imagination, without holding back, without fearing judgment, but losing ourselves to something that is beyond logical explanation...
By Sandra M5 years ago in Fiction