Love

Aeternum
Zeek’s mother, Kanya, helped her with the final touches. The gown was the most pristine white in the city, a gown worn by her mother twenty-two years prior. Her brown locks curled down her slender back covering a single mole on her right shoulder blade which was exposed from the gown's cut out back. She had never felt so clean, so pure.
By Laken A.5 years ago in Fiction
A Turbulent Union
The sky was dark and ominous the night Harry and Jess drove through Iowa. They were engaged and looking for a venue for their wedding when the car suddenly stopped in the middle of nowhere.
By Nicholas McKenna5 years ago in Fiction
The Personification of Chocolate Cake
Zelda had revisited the Prose & Pudding Café several times – well, twelve times to be exact – over the last four months. And it was all purely motivated by the opportunity to hear him read just one more time. She couldn’t remember ever hearing a lovelier recitation of any piece of classical work. She was sure that his voice, laced with a lilting and beautiful English accent, was a gift from the Gods, derived in ancient times. She still did not know his real name, since he was known only as The Eloquent Englishman when he read.
By Cindy Calder5 years ago in Fiction
Death by Chocolate
They look into each others eyes longingly. An electric chemistry that lights fireworks around them. So many people surround them, but they see no one. Quiet speak and gasps towards the woman wondering what the scandal is. She whispers to the man, “can I take you somewhere?” A thin smile tickles her lips.
By Aaron kaszas5 years ago in Fiction
Winter in July
The morning sun blazes high in the sky. Autumn Ali-Summers and her wife Kayra Ali-Summers are sleeping peacefully in their unconventional bed. Their bed consists of an old pickup truck with hay and blankets spread along the truck bed. As the sun continues to rise, light peers through some of the holes in the old barn wall. The light shines in Autumn's eyes which wakes her up just enough to convince her to move around in their makeshift bed. The couple's dog, a dachshund, named Pumpkin takes this as her cue to get up for the day. She hops off the bed of the truck and exits through the broken barn doors.
By Tyler C Douglas5 years ago in Fiction
Summer Rendezvous
Ted was having second thoughts. He climbed carefully through a barbed-wire fence. “Why did I ever agree to this meeting?”, he thought as he made his way through the field of knee-high grasses. The barn where they had agreed to meet, stood old, but defiant in its stand against the destructive forces of Nature.
By Shamsuddin Jim Norton+*5 years ago in Fiction
Just You and Me and the Stars
Stars are kinda our thing. Well, his really, but I gaze nonetheless. You wouldn’t think it by looking at him. In our small southern town, he is the quarterback and Homecoming King who says “ma’am” with a long drawl. His affinity for the universe beyond ours or his “nerdiness” as he calls it, is a secret only I know.
By Boo5 years ago in Fiction
'Til Only Stardust Remains
"Shiver spotted off the coast, vector 200 North, 500 East." Allison stated, guiding the drone directly overhead. "Lemons," she added, "poachers OTM from the northeast, 250 knots. ETA 30 seconds and counting."
By Elizabeth Noyes5 years ago in Fiction
Marigolds all in a row
Grandma Liz had been raising her 3 grandchildren since they were young. Their daddy walked out and left her daughter a single mother. Grandma Liz worked but her own mother cared for the two boys and one girl. Now they were teens and life was changing. One grandson Will was especially problematic. He was hanging out with some boys that grandma Liz thought to be trouble and she knew she had to do something right away.
By Cheryl E Preston5 years ago in Fiction
A Second Chance
Her eyes open. The only light in the room is a glowing number, telling her what she already knows. It's three in the morning.
By Meghan Farrell5 years ago in Fiction
Food for the Soul
“Chocolate cake is food for the soul,” was one of my mother’s favorite phrases as she baked up a storm while I was growing up. She especially loved to bake cakes with extra layers of chocolate. While it is difficult not to like something that nourishes your soul – it is also challenging to fathom how much my mother loved chocolate!
By Anthony Chan5 years ago in Fiction
Her Special Place
She climbs into the stacks in the old barn, hidden from the world. Alone at last. People don’t bother her, not normally, that is. But today she’s had enough. Today she needs a break.
By Hannah Sharpe5 years ago in Fiction