Love
She Floats
She floated on the wooden boat. Rags torn from garments plugged the holes that threatened to take her under. The sky was peach, and the mist made it look fuzzy. But it was not sweet and juicy. On an island in the near distance, was the barn. It sat on its own little island, ostentatiously, lording over the rocks and the murky waters. It could have been a castle had it been made of stone. Instead, the wooden boards pulled down on themselves, as if trying to wrestle the support beams to the ground. The pride of the whitewashed edifice was what stood out as regal. It wouldn’t let itself fall. It would stand for a thousand more years.
By Lacie Perry5 years ago in Fiction
Intergalactic Exchange Corporation Ltd.
It revolves around the Intergalactic Exchange Corporation Inc. when Anika, a regular employee became one of the humans who were used as a host for the alien species that plans to take over the Earth. However, unlike other humans around her firm, she was able to survive the transformation that happens and stay alive. She was able to live in one body with an alien species named Celestia which happens to be the princess of their alien race.
By Jaymie Suh5 years ago in Fiction
A Pear For a Pair
”Grab THAT pear; it looks perfect!” I was standing on a picnic table in the campus courtyard. A pear tree hung overhead, and Liz McIntosh had pointed out her perfect pear for us to share. I diligently possibly bucked campus decorum and did pluck the luscious piece of fruit. Liz nodded her appreciation and took a seat as I split the pear in half. There WAS something slightly romantic about splitting a single pear between us.
By Kent Brindley5 years ago in Fiction
For What Ails You
Ava stared blankly at the single green light that flashed in a steady rhythm on the bedside clock. 3:45 am. Better than 1 am. She thought to herself as she adjusted her position, removing the weight of the heavy arm that was draped over her waist. Once free, she gently rose from the bed, careful not to wake her companion, snoring soundly beside her.
By Jessie Waddell5 years ago in Fiction
Embroidered Memory
I fall in love with her every day. I don’t relive it. I’m not trapped in time. There isn’t some kind of special Being guiding my steps. It’s just her. I see all the ways I fall in love with her. All the ways it would be glorious to find her, to see her for the first time. I allow myself to suspend reality; to stay within the canals of fantasy and let her come to life amongst the colour of dreams, amongst the routines and patterns of the day. There’s a small marigold that she has embroidered along the xylophone of her ribcage on whatever she’s wearing. Sometimes I catch a glimpse, sometimes I have to trust it’s there. If I’m lucky, I can feel the rough scar of it as I come close. I’m never quite sure when it’ll happen. But I do know, she’s never more beautiful than when I think of her.
By Sarah Newton-Brown5 years ago in Fiction
The Calm Before the Storm
I sat in a place away from the city that lies 50 miles away. I sucked in the crisp air and traced my fingers along the prickly grass beneath me. The way it softly stroked my skin was comforting. It pulled me from why I had to escape. Photos of Flint and me littered the walls of my apartment. His bright, boyish face and the glint in his eyes etched in echoes of his laugh. Even the color of the sky hovering over my head reminded me of their color: soft, powder blue, and straightforward. Little did I know that when the sky looks that tranquil, it is always a sign of an oncoming storm. You are always told that grey skies and clouds molded together are all-telling, but no. It is when your muscles are loose, and you genuinely believe that the smile on your face could never be stolen. It is then that the rain creeps in and pours because you are open and defenseless. That's how I feel right now in the middle of this field, surrounded by lime green grass and marigold flowers. The picturesque beauty and serenity fed into the edge, eating away at me. I felt that way the day before the accident a year ago, when I was only 22, and he was 24, fresh out of college and creating a life of our own.
By Norma Jane5 years ago in Fiction
May 7
Liam wakes suddenly to the light streaming through his 8 foot windows and the blaring sound of his alarm. 8:04am- it reads. He’s late again, how long has that alarm been going off? He hadn't been getting much sleep, insomnia became an unwanted companion. He flails out of bed and stumbles to the bathroom. On the mirror it reads “don’t forget to comb your hair!” on a sticky left by his wife Jane. He throws on slacks and reaches for a shirt. Ugh, why does my head not fit. He chuckles, oh wait these are Jane’s scrubs. In 2 minutes, he’s finally dressed and heads to the kitchen to feed Chunk, their British Shorthair. They had been on the adoption list to get him for over 3 weeks, and what a prize he was in all of his Chunk glory. He gives a quick scratch to Chunk’s head, “bye dude,” and in 7 minutes flat, Liam is out the door, flying down the street towards the subway. He settles into the sardine tube and looks down at his phone- at the top a notification reads “May 7 Jane’s birthday.” Crap. It’s not that he’d forgotten, he’d just lost track of the days.
By Christina Galang5 years ago in Fiction
Love at First Sight?
Karl might have been right those days when he thought no one could love him back on first sight. He was however decided: the only way to find out whether one can love another is to love another. He had to give a try at erotic love. There was wasn't anyone who seemed to look at him. At last he found his missing rib. It was those early days when he was a freshman in the university . His mother had told him that the university would give him opportunities for him to uncover his manhood. The moment seemed to be nearer. On Monday of his second week in the lecture hall, his eyes couldn't resit looking at Claire. She was the most beautiful in her college and all boys wanted to have a glimpse her smile, if not, of her love. When she met Karl, she noticed something different about him. Although he looked shabby as compared to his mates, his sense of humour was that type that would capture just any damsel. Of course, Claire couldn't resist. Karl's erotic journey commenced. He approached Claire and asked her,
By Mbangchia Chester5 years ago in Fiction
Marigolds In Her Hair
Cass was a simple girl, she liked her country life, her small family and her school and friends. Cass loved her small family farm and her neighbors around her. She loved to wake up to the fresh country air and watch out her window as the homes around her woke up as well.
By Becky Arthurs5 years ago in Fiction
