Love
Dessert Before Dinner
It was the best slice of chocolate cake I've ever had. When I cut the cake with my fork, the slice was moist and rich. The cake's thick aroma filled my senses like waking up to fresh-brewed coffee in the morning. The slice stared at me, taunting me, tempting me to order another. And yet, I couldn’t have it. At least, not yet.
By Dan Marcus5 years ago in Fiction
A Bit Of Sweetness
That Friday didn’t start well for Charlie. At all. He arrived to work late when he was supposed to open the shop. And it was very hot as well, extremely and weirdly hot for London, probably the hottest day of the year. He ran to the changing room to leave his stuff, put his apron on, then quickly displayed the cakes on the glass cake stands at the sides of the till and set the tables which luckily didn’t take that long because the Garden café wasn’t a big place, just one main floor and lots of colourful flowers all around the white walls. So he was already sweaty and stressed out as hell by then, when he received a text message from Katia, his co-worker, saying that she would be late for her shift. “Perfect, what else could go wrong?” he thought. It was “just” the day that he really needed to leave on time so that he could go home and organize his anniversary surprise for his boyfriend.
By Carmine Giangregorio5 years ago in Fiction
It's a Piece of Cake!
The slice of cake sat there between them on the table. Looking soft and moist, the sun glinted mildly off the skin of the glacé cherry inside the deep chocolate layer on top and the jam that sat in the middle of the slice. The velvety ganache dripped down the sides from the top. The mound of cream at the thick end of the slice had been carefully sculpted into a flower with a beautiful ring of gold with a single large diamond sitting in the center. Elly looked so happy as he asked her to marry him, here in their favourite cafe with the chocolate cake she ALWAYS ordered.
By Diana Trezona5 years ago in Fiction
The Last Piece of You
“You think you’re going to want this still?” Janine turned around to see her mother holding a blue polyester tie. Small furls of thread hung from the raggedy cloth. Her mouth formed an involuntary frown as her hand touched the material. It was rough, cheap, both in texture and appearance. Running her fingers along the length of the tie.
By Caleb Joseph Carrillo5 years ago in Fiction
The Marriage Thing
Alex pulled out his phone and made the call. Twenty-four hours later he and Priest were seated in a lavish restaurant overlooking the bay, 2000 miles from home. The idyllic view of sails against an azure sky and lush greens in the distance was wasted as they both stared anxiously at the restaurant’s entrance. Priest sipped a scotch and soda hoping the simple cocktail would calm the worst case of nerves he’d had in years.
By Karen Sullivan 5 years ago in Fiction
Happily Ever After
Proposals. They are beautiful moments in the journey through love, and they are usually planned to be a surprise. The thing is most people get a feeling, an intuition if you will, when it is about to happen. They will spend the whole day before what they feel is about to be that “special date” getting their nails or hair done, buying a new outfit or whatever else the case may be while also trying to not make it look like they know.
By Ashley Johnson5 years ago in Fiction
Papi
Papi. That’s what I liked to call him. He was my little slice of chocolate cake. I loved him like no other. He meant the world to me. His skin was like milk chocolate. That turned me on. What really made me fall for him was his brain. He told me that I was sapiosexual. I had to look it up. He was right. Every word that came from his mouth made me want to bend to his every will. We could have conversations about anything and everything and I could not be happier with him. When I was with him; I was complete. I really wanted us. I had a vision for us.
By Patricia Brothers5 years ago in Fiction
Love at Second Sight
Victoria rolled over to her left side for what felt like the millionth time in the last 4 hours since she'd forced herself to try to sleep. The digital clock beside the bed glared back at her - 7:02 a.m. She couldn't remember the last time she'd slept in. All the years of traveling and catching early morning flights had trained her body to wake up often before the sun came up. Even the times she'd been at home, she'd often jumped up at 5:30 am hoping to catch a few minutes alone before the kids woke up.
By Reading Writer5 years ago in Fiction
A Slice of Heaven in the Mediterranean
Arianna was embarking on the journey of a lifetime. She was travelling to Rome, alone. It’s not what she had intended. Her best friend Chiara was supposed to be there, sitting beside her in the airplane, but something came up, or rather someone by the name of Nathan. She couldn’t be mad at her friend for wanting to use her travel money for her honeymoon later in the year. Arianna would have to make the best of it on her own. It would be her own Roman Holiday.
By Madeleine LQ5 years ago in Fiction
