Love

Broken Hearts & A Brand New Start
"Breathe, Sophie,... In and out... One... two... three..." Sophie was a bundle of nerves as she attempted to steady her trembling hands enough to apply her make-up. It had been three days since the suspicious package wrapped in brown paper had been mysteriously left on her doorstep. She'd have been in less of a state right now if it hadn't taken her two days to work up the courage to open it.
By Jessie Waddell5 years ago in Fiction
Almost
I am sitting on a brown fake leather couch with my fiancé in a room that smells like lavender and Febreze. Our counselor is a friend of my fiancé, much younger than me and too pretty for me to trust her. When this started 6 months ago I thought I could win her over. I felt like I gave all the right answers, that was until our appointments started to be separate. Kelly, our counselor said it would be easier for her to focus on us as individuals and then she could see how we work together – whatever that means.
By Natalie Lowes5 years ago in Fiction
The Date
My cousin, Bharat Kumar Srivastava, moved with his parents and brother to Canada from India in 1993. In India they lived in Bhopal. When they moved to Canada they moved to Toronto.
By Anshuman Kumar5 years ago in Fiction
Death By Chocolate
It was the best of times. It was the worst of times. What could I possibly mean? I had a pretty decent boyfriend, he was nice enough, but we sort of just fell into dating and I wasn’t really sure I even wanted to be in a relationship.
By Nikita Griffin5 years ago in Fiction
Coerced by Cake
All I could think about on my way back home tonight was cake! Yes, cake! Not just any cake, but the most mouthwatering piece of cake this side of heaven. I discovered it several months back, quite by accident. I had to stop and get gas and there is was in the store's bakery display....in all of it's glory!! Chocolate Molten layered cake or as Bucky's Bakery called it "Death by Chocolate". What a way to go, hey?
By Brenda Hollman5 years ago in Fiction
Beautiful Treasure
Within an old cardboard box, hidden away in some dark and dusty corner of life, I happed upon a most curious and precious thing! Wrapped in a brown paper bag of sorrow, sitting lonely and defeated, was a mysterious, faded and enigmatic jewel. This once loved treasure had been cast aside like a raggedy toy because the beholder tired of amusing themselves with it. It lay abandoned, broken, and shabby, left to some lonely remembrance.
By Paula-Maree Cavenett5 years ago in Fiction
The Bakery
The bells above the door chimed just as I turned the corner to see who my next customer was. It was him. He’d only been in a few times since the bakery opened, but his presence was unforgettable. “Good afternoon, welcome to The Bakery” The words flew out of my mouth on autopilot. He strolled to the counter and smiled. He was taller than most, his face was worn from years on the ranch, and his beautiful blue eyes captured you instantly. I peeled my eyes away when I realized I was staring at him. He let out a chuckle and stuck his hand out to shake mine. “I’m Luke Anderson ma’am”. Jesus, even his name was gorgeous. I took his hand in mine, “Paige Kinsington” I replied. He smiled and held my hand a few seconds longer than normal. When he let go, he wiped his hand on the thigh of his jeans, leaving white powder in its place. “Oh, I am so sorry, I was baking when I heard the door chime and forgot to wash my hands.” Wow, great job P, I thought to myself. He laughed it off and strolled over to the case of freshly baked cakes. “Are these made fresh daily?” He questioned. My feet were stuck to the ground, this man had me in such an awe, I was frozen. “Um..I...Yes, I make them every morning.” I finally choked out. Geez, why did he have such an effect on me, this never happened to me. Especially after the tragedy of a relationship I’d left back home in Boston. Texas was my fresh start and no man would make me feel that way again. But he was different, the feeling was different, I was captivated by his charm, his looks, and God that accent. “Amazing!” He paused and bent to get a closer look. “I’ll take your favorite of the bunch” he exclaimed. My brain finally came back to reality and got my feet moving. “That would be the Death by Chocolate, Mr. Anderson” I smiled as I made my way behind the counter where he was standing. He grinned and pulled out his wallet, “I’ll take it”. I continued to box the cake and ring up his total. He paid and turned to leave, my head willing my mouth to say something, but when I opened it, nothing came out. He stopped just short of the door, turned “see you tomorrow Ms. Kinsington” he muttered with the tip of his hat. I smiled and waved softly as I watched him walk out the door.
By Jordan5 years ago in Fiction
The Barista
The Barista Today is the day, Today I will finally ask her out. That is all I can think about as I slowly crawl out of bed. Today is the last chance I have; Today is Emma’s last day of work. Next to my job there is a small coffee shop, I usually go there on my lunch break, and I always order the same thing. One large caramel latte, with a small slice of chocolate cake. Every time I go, there is always the same barista working, we usually have small quick conversations as I order, and she always makes my day so much better. Her long blonde hair is usually tied back and strung through her work hat, her beautiful blue grey eyes always looking around making sure everything is running smoothly, she always smiles at me when she hands me my food and drink, and there is always a small new drawing on the cup that usually isn’t very good drawn on there. But honestly those little drawing and the way she just lights up the room is the real reason I go back; she is the reason I go back. She makes the day go by faster and helps me forget about everything I am going through at work that day. I work as a writer for the LA times and my day usually consists of writing, rewriting, and proofing stories from myself and my peers.
By Richard Quinteros5 years ago in Fiction
A Nature Study In The Woods
It was early morning on the second day of their long weekend getaway. The first day hardly counted since they got in late and managed only to put away the groceries, grill a couple of burgers, and go to bed . The bed wasn’t the best, Monica reflected. Who has a double bed in this day and age? But, if the bed was any larger, there wouldn’t even be room for the one small chest that was the only other furniture in the bedroom. Hugh had described his family’s cabin as ‘rustic’ but ‘primitive’ was more apt.
By Valerie Kittell5 years ago in Fiction
True Love
I just stare at the figure in front of me. He should be dead but he is standing in front of me. Walking towards me with the same look he used to have when he would “visit” me in my room at night.
By Aaron Gensel5 years ago in Fiction
The Purple Bookshelf
He asks me why I keep my ex partners on a shelf, old and tattered bindings with the title text wearing off. "I keep these books to remember how to feel" I say, with a deep sureness.
By Jaded Savior Blog5 years ago in Fiction
Silver Linings
Silver Linings The staff scurried about the cafe cleaning tables as patrons finished their meals, refilling the condiments, and prepping everything for the next wave of diners. The cafe sat at the corner of Main & 1st Street so for a lot of people it was on their way to and from work. The breakfast rush was over, with the exception of a few lingering stragglers, but the lunch time stampede would soon start rolling in.
By Jackson Howl5 years ago in Fiction