Love
Birthday
The house was quiet as Amber opened the door and quietly shut it behind her. The realization of what had happened did not hit her just yet. She walked further into the house as she passed the remains of the party that had been going on only hours before. She wanted to cry and scream but nothing would come out. She sat on her couch and put her head in her hands. She sat in silence and just went over the conversation from this morning.
By Alyssa Brewer5 years ago in Fiction
Save Your Tears
Her strawberry blond hair glistened under the old, cheap lights as her head shook back and forth, her cheeks a dark pink as her arms swung through the air to the rhythm of the music. Her spirit shone upon the room, her smile as bright as ever. Surrounded by friends who moved their bodies in time with hers, flying together through the crowd like feathers on a bird.
By Arielle Irvine5 years ago in Fiction
It's All a Mess
It was one of those fights that started with something small — Jen walking over to the couch, a plate with a piece of chocolate cake in her hand. She got distracted by something on the television and tripped over Ronica’s foot. The cake tumbled to the couch cushion and fell frosting-first into the teal crushed velvet.
By Rowan Finch5 years ago in Fiction
The Sixty-Eighth Cake
The vampire bakes the sixty-eighth cake with more care than he’s ever done anything in his long life. He pulls the old recipe card from a worn, leather-bound book with delicate gold lettering on the side reading “Pierre’s Finest”. The book had been bound specifically for him and his many recipes. His chocolate cake rests comfortably on the first page. It is, after all, the most important piece of his arsenal.
By Heather Ealy5 years ago in Fiction
A Special Breakfast
The diaphanous white curtains billowed in the warm breeze from the ocean through the opened patio doors. I stretched leisurely like a cat, dragging out the extensions, combined with a little creaking sound in my throat as I reached the extent of the stretch. It felt magnificent being here with you, being spoiled by you, and luxuriating in all the rich experiences you had in store for me. The scuba lessons were yet to begin, and you hadn’t brought me to the Maldives just to take in the superlative hospitality.
By Lois Brand5 years ago in Fiction
Payment Rendered
"Son of a--" a rather grizzled looking man with silver hair exclaimed as he feverishly worked the steering wheel and throttle. He gritted his teeth and cursed again under his breath as his eyes shot from the mirror on the drivers side door to the rearview, a quick cursory glance at the gauges then back to the road. He downshifted hard and expertly worked the steering wheel and throttle as he made the big truck dance around a gooey dirt road corner. Mud splashes as the big tires empty a puddle from the rain earlier in the day.
By Shawn E. Raker5 years ago in Fiction
