Love

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“Dear diary, My life has always been like any other royal before me, as far as the dresses, food, treatment, and of course living in the stone palace. However, its also been very lonely. Because of my wings, I was taken from my mother upon birth and raised by a governess instead. Even if you thought that wasn’t too bad, it gets worse. My father hates me, and has forced me to live in isolation, inside the highest tower of the palace my entire life. The only true blessings I can think of count up to a total of three: My governess, who has always been kind to me and treated me like her own, doting on me every chance she gets. My tower window, which allows me to see my floating city made of stone and all its people. And my birthdays, which are the only times I briefly get to see my mother, and the only time I receive anything from the outside world except for books, linens, and clothes. I have always loved my mother, even with how rarely we see each other, and she has always found little ways of showing me she loves me, even with our distance, so even though she’s never been a large presence in my life, she’s always been there and has constantly kept me in mind and heart, and I look forward to every time I get the chance to see her.
By BJaros5 years ago in Fiction
Flo, Otis, and the President's Desk
Mama Ravenwood was watching me closely with her small dark eyes that were set too close together in her stern, frown-lined face. The red beans were crunchy and seasoned with . . . dirt? . . . and the rice was watery.
By Patty Doak Tydings5 years ago in Fiction
I Spy
“I spy with my little eye something yellow”, said Jenny. The children are playing a game every kid loves called I spy. Jim is looking all over the yard to find something yellow. He sees so many things. There is the yellow stripe on the street, the yellow mailbox at the neighbors and the yellow flower box on the house. Jim is sure it can’t be the stripe on the road and Jenny cannot see the mailbox from where she is. He has one question he can use.
By Michael Maenle5 years ago in Fiction
Slice of Life
Adam was rudely awoken by the screeching of magpies from outside of his window. Despite his grogginess, he admired the magpies. Although they have the reputation of going after whatever shiny thing attracted their attention, they are entirely monogamous. They mate for life and once their partner dies, they remain alone until their own demise. Perhaps it is morbid, but it is a beautiful sentiment nonetheless.
By Ryan Appleyard5 years ago in Fiction
Chocolate cake miracle
It was a normal day. You went to work and when you got off work you went to your favorite restaurant. They have good food but what they are known for is their cakes. In particular their chocolate cake. Something unexpected happened on this trip. The cashier was really nice to you, and she slipped you, her number. You went in there for-chocolate cake and walked out with a phone number.
By Jeremy White5 years ago in Fiction
Disturbed Earth
I hate the pea shoots. I hate the tiny, feathery carrot tops. I hate the garlic sprouts. Looking at the tops of the radishes peeking out of the soil makes me want to sob into the dirt until I’ve salted everything and it all dies.
By Dane BH5 years ago in Fiction
Open & See
Dal Gong-gi was alone: and he loved it. Living comfortably in an old barn in Norway, the only luxury that came from his old life was his iPhone. It was the only way he could contact the outside world. If you went into his home, you wouldn’t believe that he was once an international pop star who sold millions.
By Chloe Gilholy5 years ago in Fiction
How We Combined
Sugar It all started one day in high school. A sweet April day, with birds chirping and the sun already blinding the sky at 7:45 AM.
By KB5 years ago in Fiction
For the love of cake
It ended as it had begun. With chocolate cake. Or, to be exact, a slice of chocolate cake. By turns she stared at the plate, empty bar a few telltale crumbs, then back up at me, eyes burning with rage. I tensed, ready to duck or deflect should she decide to launch the plate at my head. I wouldn’t put it past her. But she surprised me. Her shoulders slumped, the fire went out in her eyes and she shook her head sadly. She put up her hands in a gesture of surrender.
By Joanne Nemshich5 years ago in Fiction
Sunshine and Espresso
The sound of bells ring as I push open the door, the smell of tasty baked goods and caffeine hit me like a ton of bricks. This is always the highlight of my morning. The beautiful barista appears at the counter and flashes me a smile. I can feel myself blushing, the heat flushes my cheeks.
By Tonya Newman5 years ago in Fiction
Code Name Chocolate
I felt proud as I added another tip to the jar. It was nearly full already and it was only lunch. "You better not ever leave us Hannah," Shelby said to me, nearly tipping over under her tray of food as she passed by. "I swear your tips are what keep this diner going."
By Diana5 years ago in Fiction
The Solitary Marigold
July 8th, 1992. I can never forget that afternoon. My classes had just started in Ahmedabad, India. I was now in Class 9. My family had moved here 4 years ago as my father was transferred from his job in Lucknow. He used to work for a pharmaceutical company as a chief chemist. I lived with my parents and elder sister Meena.
By Anshuman Kumar5 years ago in Fiction