Love

Getting the Girl
“A Marigold when fully erect has a stem that can reach almost seven inches long.” Jonah twirled the yellow flower in his hand enchantingly and an avalanche of laughter erupted from behind him. Despite his best efforts he could not ignore it.
By Adelae Guevara5 years ago in Fiction
A Losing Game
Every day, he wakes up at five AM, not a minute before, not one minute after. He stretches his tired body and puts on his slippers. They are his favorite color, blue. With achy joints and sluggish posture, he makes his way into our kitchen. The smell of coffee fills our home. I watch him as he reads the paper in the recliner next to mine.
By Olivia Nicole5 years ago in Fiction
Do You Still Love Me?
Maya September 2nd has always been a special day for me and my husband, Jason. We first met back in 2013 on September 2nd. He walked into my flower shop, The Wild ‘N Beautiful Flower Shop. He walked in smiling. His red shirt glowed against his lightly melanated skin that had been sunkissed by the summer sun. He told me his mother’s birthday was the following day and what kind of flowers he should get her. I suggested an aster bouquet, the birth flower for September. He smiled and then asked me what my favorite flower was. I told him marigold, which is my birth month flower, October. He smiles telling me that might be his new favorite flower. That’s how our story began.
By Natasha Avery5 years ago in Fiction
I'm a Girl Shark and this is My Love Story
I knew he watched me from afar. I could feel his eyes following me everywhere I went, but I didn't mind. My fins attracted him, I think. My dorsal - like a large white sail - on the top of my back, and my two huge, shiny pectoral fins. The ocean never felt so big, or so beautiful as when I was underwater, gliding from one reef to another.
By Irina Patterson5 years ago in Fiction
The Smell of Magic
I wish I had known what I was before I had done what I did. For I am a witch, born into my powers and was untrained in my abilities. I was a scientist many years ago. But now I hide and run. I am in fear for my life. I alone am responsible for revealing the supernatural world to the humans. I honestly know nothing of the supernatural world before I brought it crashing into the sunlight, bright and fierce and terrifying to the world of the humans.
By Arkady Thompson5 years ago in Fiction
Call of the Water
Call of the Water There had always been something about the water that drew Pree’s curiosity. Perhaps it was the sheer beauty of the ocean at sunrise, when the sun began to stretch and yawn itself awake bit by bit, casting a gentle glow atop the still surface; or maybe it was the way it swayed with an unnatural elegance when the wind blew against it in the early Spring months, proving to be a much better dancer than she or any in her castle.
By Tiffany Dian Lefler5 years ago in Fiction
Words of Winter Water
“If a story on paper could be told with more than words, the whole world would read it.” She told me the first time we hung out and sat under the maple tree by the pond that Autumn afternoon. The grass was dead and crunched beneath our feet like the tires of my old, red Ford on her gravel driveway when I would drive her home before curfew. The leaves danced with the wind, spinning pirouettes before leaping from their branches to join in the Fall’s beautiful recital. And the water stood still, like shimmering glass on a midsummer afternoon.
By Adriana Katriel Brown5 years ago in Fiction
The Game
"This is the worst one yet..." Heather thought to herself as she looked around the cheesy cowboy-themed bar he had chosen for their date.
By Jessie Waddell5 years ago in Fiction
A Woman and Her Man... I mean Van.
I dreamed of Landon’s shadow standing forever in the night. I tried to go to him, but he was always just out of reach. The stars gleamed overhead, and the trees seemed to be moving—closing in around us and then expanding, dragging me with them to the farthest reaches of the clearing.
By Christine Reed5 years ago in Fiction
8 Seconds
I stuck my hand in the bowl of numbers and pulled number ten. My heart stopped, waiting for the name of the bull it was linked to. “Jacobs Callahan, you have drawn Bully for your ride tonight. Gonna be a tough reunion folks.” The air stuck in my lungs and I couldn’t breathe, I needed the opening ceremony to be over so I could get some fresh air. Dammit, this was my chance to change the way people looked at me after my last encounter with this bull. “Ladies and Gentlemen please stand on your feet and give these fine men and women a hand. I’m going to turn it over to the beautiful Jessica Marx to sing us the national anthem.”
By Jordan5 years ago in Fiction
Heartbreak Short Story # 1
A gust of wind blows across her face. The salty air gets into her nostrils. It’s cemented into her mind. She’s at the ocean. She had never been to the beach. It was supposed to be a romantic trip with him. It smelled salty for the most part. She sat on the sand, watching the sunset alone. Sipping her soda as she saw the sun go down. The sunset feels different without him there. She had never felt as lonely as she did now. She got up and wiped the sand off her white jeans. She didn’t fret about getting sand in them. If she was the person that she once was, the sand in her jeans would have been the biggest concern. But, she set those concerns aside. It didn’t matter to her whether the jeans she was wearing got sand in them or not. She had bigger problems to worry about. She walked the long coastline thinking about him. About his hair. His eyes. All the things she had loved about him, she was now growing to hate. A solitary tear rolled down her cheek. She wiped it off. She stared at the horizon without a vision in mind. She felt a shiver go up to her spine. She bundled herself more into her cardigan as if that would soothe the pain she felt within. He wanted to show her the world and he was supposed to take her to the beach but he never came. She missed him bitterly but she knew that he would never come back. She watched as others cuddled closely together. A bitter feeling of jealousy came up. She shrugged it off and trekked back to her hotel room. She made herself a cup of coffee and worked through the night, desperately trying to distract herself from her bitter reality. The phone rings. It’s him. She doesn’t answer. She blocks his number and continues her work. He desperately tries to reach her but to no avail. He paces from corner to corner trying to find out if she’s okay. He regrets leaving her but what’s done has been done. A feeling of anger creeps through his mind. He pushes it aside. He acknowledges what he did was wrong. The disappointment comes through. He throws his phone on the sofa and cries. He goes to the fridge to get himself a drink. He puts a few ice cubes and drinks as much as he can. He can’t stop thinking of her. Her hair. Her eyes. Her lips. Everything that he can remember of her never fades. He thinks about the good memories. She thinks about her itinerary for the next day. He falls asleep after a drink and a good cry. She stays awake to work on her presentation. He wakes up the next morning feeling drained. She’s already awake and on her morning walk. He drives to work feeling exhausted and regretting what he said to her the night before they broke up. She feels sad, but liberated as she gets herself an ice cream from the street vendor nearby. They shared a lot together but maybe it was better that they split. She thinks that and blinks the thought away. He ponders deeply as he drives to work. She laughs as she shares a drink with someone new. He cries as he watches his favorite movie. She finds herself thinking about the breakup. He goes out with his friends to have fun. She gets a call from him. Setting the phone aside, she continued talking with her friends, laughing about bygones and college shenanigans. He was laughing with his friends while they played board games. One day, they met each other. She smiles at him feebly. He laughs as she tells him about her adventures. He tells her that he has met someone new. Something breaks within her. She nods at his every word. She goes to get herself a drink. Tears streaming down her face, she thought she had truly moved on. Neither of them had truly moved on, but the fact of the matter was that they were trying.
By NS5 years ago in Fiction
The Promise of Marigolds
The darkness in her spirit had been overwhelming since she had lost Joseph. She had loved him from the moment she had first caught sight of him. He was tall, dark, and handsome. Her love of him was deeply embedded in her heart, cemented in like concrete. Kathleen longed for the closeness of him. She wanted to breathe in the aroma of him just as she had when he had embraced her. Each time he had held her she wished she could be padlocked inside of his arms forever. He had never verbally expressed his love for her, but she saw his eyes sparkle at every glance directed towards her. His eyes merged into her own upon contact. Now, he was gone. She would never know if what she had perceived in his eyes matched what was in his soul. She had lost him to another woman. He had not been faithful. He was marrying another and this woman was pregnant with his child. Kathleen's heart was shattered into a million pieces. Her spirit was broken. She could not understand his unfaithfulness. They had been together for over a year. Joseph had never given her any explanation. She had been left with no closure or understanding of what went wrong. It was like someone had died that you had unresolved issues with making it difficult to lay them to rest. Kathleen felt this way in regard to Joseph. Everything was left incomplete.
By Pamela Johnson5 years ago in Fiction