Love
Through the Lens
Chapter 1: Iris Her name was Jannie. Jannie Michaels. She was my best friend. Key word, was. Now, I stand beside her younger sister Carley and hold her hand as she sobs beside her parents, watching Jannie’s coffin lower into the cold depths of the Earth. I always knew Jannie and I would be best friends with each other until death, but never did I imagine it would be the winter of sophomore year. She was only 16. The foggy graveyard was nothing but a creepy site of mourning over the terrible loss everyone here had just faced. Even my boyfriend, or shall I say, my ex, bothered to show up and pay his respects on this dreary January morning. This town is small, so word travels fast. The typical community of people who can respect one another while also silently backstabbing them and slitting their throats. Everyone has to be perfect, otherwise they are misfits who struggle to gain any sense of having a “good” reputation. As for those who already have a “good” reputation in town, they will do anything to keep it that way. Of course, this is amongst the teenagers, as for the parents, they are oblivious to this social hierarchy and the injustices their children face in some way because they are wrapped up in battling each other over who has the best child.
By Tate Russell5 years ago in Fiction
The Coffee Shoppe on Main
The voices in the coffee shop entwined together into a low-hanging rhythm, finding spaces to linger between the ceiling and the tops of heads. It's a different sound than say, a pub, or a market. There's a warmth to it. The words that are uttered are done with purpose and care. Hearts are opened, secrets are revealed.
By Christina Hunter5 years ago in Fiction
Once And For All
The relief of finally arriving home after a long arduous day at the office, knowing it was Friday, and I’d have two peaceful days ahead of me was a brief one. The word home came with a sort of ache every time I remembered the place where I stayed when I wasn't at work. It was a dull, cold, small apartment that I resigned myself to for the last six months since my wife, sorry ex-wife, occupies the house that used to be our home. After nearly fifty expensive let’s-try-to-make-it-work therapy sessions, I knew that even though she was the one in the wrong, I’d be the one to move out. She’s the mother of my children and so regardless of right or wrong, the mother always got the house.
By Nathalie Clair5 years ago in Fiction
“Sincerely Gwen”
Gwen packed the materials together with care meticulously placing them in the brown paper box and wrapping it tightly and lovingly. They were the most illicit acts caught on film and video ever put together. Some where captured with Bens knowledge and other in secret.
By Kenneth cruz5 years ago in Fiction
Love Note's In Paris
Cafe Au Vieux Paris d'Arcole Julia‘s hands closed over the box sitting on her desk that was covered with brown paper. The fourth mysterious package to show up at her stoop with no knowledge of who they came from. The adventures they led her on, though, were just as exciting as they were, confusing to their origin.
By Misha Alsleben5 years ago in Fiction
fields of gold
The scent of lavender fills my senses as I enter the living room. I inhale delightedly, basking in the serenity the scent brings as I take off my coat. My eyes land on the newspaper I’d brought in earlier, my stomach churning as I read the headline. ‘Thousands Killed in Paris Bombing’. How am I supposed to raise a child in a world that is so cruel? Shaking my head, I pull my mind from such thoughts, knowing our chances of having a child were now non-existent, every avenue having already been exhausted. Hesitantly I call for my wife, the memories from the night before, flooding my mind… her hopelessness, my frustration, our tears.
By Rivva-Zo Norman5 years ago in Fiction
