Love

The lights that lead us
“HOW close are we now?” Olivia asked impatiently, clumsy fingers slotting between the neatly organised envelopes, each carefully marked and decorated with swirly stars and innocent hearts, done by herself.
By Abby louise5 years ago in Fiction
Fragility of Life
Finally my career was taking off after all the years of effort and hard work. I always knew that my support system weren't just blowing smoke when they told me how talented I am. I graduated first in my class and started my own law firm three years after practicing at a small town office. I never stopped at the first feeling of achievement. I always knew there would be more.
By Scott Sinderson5 years ago in Fiction
May 24, 2020
Granger sat the pear cobbler on the table. “Annie?’ Granger softly placed his hand on his wife’s shoulder. “Dessert is ready”
By T. Linnell5 years ago in Fiction
Blue raspberry slushy
Alice Smithson was madly in love Owen Anderson. Her best friend Owen Anderson. In fact, she had been in love with him since second grade. Since he came trailing into their classroom half way through the semester with baggy denim jeans and unbrushed, shoddy ginger hair. Owen had hazel irises that went unrivalled by anything she had ever seen, a puddle of melted pine dancing with a flurry of bright stars and a bundle of newfound hope. He had a soft sloping nose, her fingers itching to run down it softly and across the patchy pink that covered his plump, freckle dusted cheeks. The clothes he wore hung limply around his frame, obvious hand me downs by the already darkened marks that wrapped messily around his cream trainers.
By Abby louise5 years ago in Fiction
Taurus The Bull
“It was all a dream…” How could it be reality? For Taurus the Bull could not be moved. He could not be persuaded. Determined and stubborn he would forfeit his happiness, fighting for what he deemed as love. Yes. All this fighting for love, when little did he know, “the love planet,” was what guided him.
By Beautiful Intelligence5 years ago in Fiction
Gaze of the Matador
He wasn't a handsome man, nor was he smart. Not to say he was slow or foolish, merely that he lacked aptitude in the disciplines deemed necessary by academia. Mathematics, history, literature all held very little meaning to him. The only books he read were eminently practical, handbooks on carpentry, hunting digests, treatises on the art of survival. My dear Raul was interested only in what he could do with his own two hands, all other information was a mere distraction.
By Cecil Stehelin5 years ago in Fiction
Becky
In the afternoon a plane arrives on the island. Night reveals a new green light on a dock across the lagoon. Sunrise unveils a large yacht anchored in the lagoon.
By Steve E Donaldson5 years ago in Fiction
That's a Lot of Bull
Summer was ending. The group would soon be headed off to college or full-time jobs. Their carefree time was slipping away. The challenges and pranks increased as the days grew shorter. Tracy went along with the group, but she was always the last one in and the first one out of any of the shenanigans they got up to.
By Mary Haynes5 years ago in Fiction
Au Lait!
Santiago hails from Barcelona, Spain – never meek or mild-mannered; he is the king of dramatic. So dramatic so, he trains to become a professional dancer daily. His skill set includes many dance styles: tango, flamenco, salsa – but his dance of choice is the Paso Doble, practiced eight-plus hours religiously with his partner, Emma. When he isn’t dancing, Santiago listens to EMO music. He loves to apply guyliner in the mirror or has his stylist use guy lights and switch up his hairstyle on the weekly.
By Samia Afra5 years ago in Fiction
Desi and the Dream
In 1933, cheers filled the streets of Pamplona. The adrenaline and excitement were overwhelming to everyone near and far of the event. Desi Baldwin took a long drag from her gold-plated cigarette holder. She leaned over the small balcony and took in the moment. She wasn’t sure of the customs in Spain, but she knew this moment was unlike any she would ever witness in her life again. She traveled with friends across the sea on a whim.
By Stephanie Colella 5 years ago in Fiction
The Rough Road Home
This is part three of the series, you can read the last installment Here. ***** He had his head under the hood of her Stingray when she got back to the shop. He must have heard her coming from miles away, in that beast he called a vehicle, but he kept his head under the hood of her car; waiting for her to acknowledge him? She didn't know. The questions started filling her mind again as she looked him over. He looked good, better than before if she was being honest. His blue jeans were stretched across his hips just the way jeans were supposed to be worn, he always had had the nicest firm ass. Now it was rounded with muscles that hadn't been there when he was a teenager. He was exactly as she remembered, but a little older, and rougher around the edges.
By J. Langer5 years ago in Fiction
Stars
Nira had always loved stars. Most people she’d known were never awake to see the ones at midnight, the ones that had watched her since before she left her home. She didn’t blame those poor souls; sleeplessness was one of the many things that plagued her.
By Brooke Harding5 years ago in Fiction