Love
Undoing
Karla swung her feet out of bed. She listened for the noise of Secret Service agents patrolling the corridors. Harry slept in a separate suite alone. Her husband was estranged ever since his workers found the brown paper box. What an idiot, she thought, to think I'd get away with it.
By Danielle Eckhart5 years ago in Fiction
The Estranged Wife Part 2
Sarah Collins’ POV I woke up early today because I needed to be in the office before 8 o’ clock to meet with my team. I glanced at the clock on the side table and it was 5:30 am, just in time to try on different outfits that I planned to wear for today, take a shower and have a decent breakfast with George. I took a shower, made a neat bun with my hair and put some light makeup on. I decided to wear my black and white colour blocked fake two piece dress and black open toe pumps. I didn’t want to be underdressed for the meeting but I certainly couldn’t afford to be overdressed and make an impression that I was the CEO. I wore a pair of pearl earrings and a gold oversized watch. I pulled back the curtain from my bedroom window to see what the weather was like outside. It was raining heavily. I grabbed a coat from my closet and left the apartment. I saw George standing at the lobby waiting for me.
By Jem Ricafort5 years ago in Fiction
New Traditions
There must be music and laughter around, but she cannot hear it. There must be lights and joyful faces, but she cannot see them. The world around her rests beyond her view as all her focus resides within two small metal spoons. The gentle ting they make as she brings them together, tapping them over and over again, is louder for her than any part of celebrations taking place around her. The dull shine of their form stands within the spotlight of her focus, as the memories of past years flood her vision.
By Bree Beadman5 years ago in Fiction
Birthday surprise, the box that came and........
I had just finished my shift at the restaurant, and it was 12.00am in morning. I unlocked my car and got in, and as I drove, I fell into my pattern of digesting and thinking about my day, week, which all blended into each other.
By Emma White5 years ago in Fiction
Absence Makes the Head Grow Dumber
My hands are shaking as I tighten my tie and smooth my hair in the mirror. Only one hour until I get to see the most amazing woman I have ever met. I shouldn’t still be nervous months into the relationship, but the idea that she would choose to be with me is still incredible to me. She had just returned last night from a 2 weeklong business trip, and I can’t wait to see her again. Just as I turn to leave, my phone dings. I look to find a text from my love.
By Christan Tracy5 years ago in Fiction
Monsieur Death
He was eight years old. A talkative little thing, brown hair and big brown eyes. It was supposed to be a car accident on highway 11 on his family’s trip down south to meet his grandparents. And I was supposed to be there, just like always, watching, waiting for the right moment to arrive so that I could take his soul and bring it to face Judgement and Punishment, and start a new life as a female. But maybe it was because of his determined dream to be come a Lego designer, or his eyes, or, most likely, my rebellious spirt finally breaking the surface, because as I stood there, watching the accident happen, I didn’t take his soul as it flitted out of his tiny body. The soul had nowhere to go except back to him. He survived that car crash, and I could only hope I would survive my punishment. I could smell Claude Judgement’s anger even before I reach court, but I suppose anyone could. It’s rather hard to miss when the king of the gods is ready to rip your face off. The rest of them were already gathered around it’s throne, nervously chattering about me. I heard several growls from the crowd, as well as an excited yip from Gossip. I approached Claude Judgement’s throne, and was unsurprised to be unable to find any remorse or nervousness inside me. I felt angry and moody, as usual. Unfortunately, pity nor a sharp tongue was going help me against Claude Judgement. I considered myself lucky, to be truthful. A few decades ago, Punishment had been king of the gods, and I still remembered the last Hope, who had bestowed hope on someone who didn’t deserve it or something stupid like that. She was replaced. It wasn’t something I wanted to see again. Especially if it was happening to me. As the god of death, I couldn’t feel much, but unfortunately, pain was one of the few.
By And I am Nightmare5 years ago in Fiction
The Total Package
He was down in the basement, and he could hear her walking on the floor above. Even her footsteps sounded angry. It hadn't always been this way. He used to have his own appliance store, where he did quite well. He was a pillar of the community and people respected him. That was up until the super store moved in. Two years later his business was shuttered, and now they lived on social security. People hardly knew his name.
By Carl Smith5 years ago in Fiction
Annalise
Annie stood before her mother's closet, one hand resting on the door handle, the other hanging limply at her side. All I have to do is open the door and walk inside, that's all, she thought to herself. She'd been standing before her mother's closet for over an hour, but no matter how long she stood there, she couldn't force herself to enter.
By Cameron Scott5 years ago in Fiction
Remember me in the meadow
Every time they had visited his mothers grave stone his wife had made him repeat the promise , the plan they had made many years before. That when one of them died that they should be cremated and their ashes scattered in the marigold meadow that was growing in the corner of the cemetery. They always sat on the bench looking at the beautiful colours during the spring and summer, always waiting for their return when the weather was harsh.
By ASHLEY SMITH5 years ago in Fiction
