Love
It's A Date
Story 1: Love In Two Days - Part of a three-part story series "Have you heard of the Raging Bull County Fair?" Ever since getting out of Ozan's car yesterday, we've been in constant communication. Our text thread alone looks like we've been in a three-year committed relationship. I feel a sense of relief talking to him. I've never felt this way towards a man before, and I must say, "I like it here."
By teisha leshea5 years ago in Fiction
The Lonely Baker
There’s many small joys in life, for me there’s nothing more joyous than a coffee and a sweet treat. So when Ben invited me on a date at the Revelier Hotel, famous for its decadent cakes and fancy desserts, I was chuffed. I really hoped that this date would go well because I didn’t want it to spoil my memories of the Revelier. I was wearing my doc marten boots and my new pretty summer dress, it was too cold really for a linen dress like this, but I was too excited to wear it! My docs and black denim jacket made it bearable.
By Melanie Baker 5 years ago in Fiction
The Black Mamba in the 'Misery of Bitterness'
Bexley stood balancing herself on the edge of the curb; a soft rain had begun to fall around her- causing strangers to take cover or release the springs of packed umbrellas over their heads. Not her. The rain wasn't a concern of hers. Nothing much was lately, like she had decided that all the monotonous routine of life and society wasn't mandatory for her at the moment. It could lean its pressure on someone else for a while; Bexley had had quite enough thank you. She stood staring at a black corner café, the front window a promise of sweet, peculiar treats. The shop's name 'The Misery of Bitterness' stirred the twitch of a smile, making her focus on the boards out front. The neat scroll of coloured chalk named desserts like 'Gothic gingerbreads,' 'Mamba Mud cake,' 'Crypt Custards,' and 'Immoral ice-cream.' She had been wandering again, making her feet move. One after the other, small even steps and came across it. Bexley wasn't sure which part of town she was even in or if she had entered another; all she knew was that she wanted to go inside. Crossing the streets without checking, a white Volkswagen beetle screeched on its brakes. A short, balding man behind the wheel wound down his window, yelling obscenities at Bexley. His words fell with the rain; she crossed without even a glance his way.
By Kirsten Blyton5 years ago in Fiction
New friend
Seraphina looked at her watch, it was exactly 5.37pm and Tolly was already 7 minutes late and the realisation of agreeing to meet her for a coffee was starting to feel like one of my non brilliant ideas. Some people are just supposed to be run into friends, like when you run into old school friends or old work colleagues and you swear to meet up, but both of you know it’s never going to happen, it’s just to be polite.
By Irene Dawson Otoo 5 years ago in Fiction
Til Death Do Us Part
Sarah sat at her desk, her head in her hand as she watched the clock. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. The bell was going to ring any minute and she couldn't wait. It was the last day of school and she was ready to say goodbye to her lame high school and start her summer. She kept her blue gaze on the clock until finally, the bell rang. She quickly swept her books into her arms and jumped up from her seat. "Have a safe summer!" Her English teacher yelled to all the students as they rushed out of her classroom. Sarah made a beeline for her locker where she grabbed her backpack, she started to stuff her things into it as she grabbed her car keys, so she had them at the ready.
By Stephanie Huber5 years ago in Fiction
