Love
Oh my god Jeffery
"I...what is... how has... what... what the hell is going on!?" I'm looking up at him, still covered in blood, but with no wounds to match. What can I even say? It's not something I can just explain as if he'll go "Oh ok, makes sense." This is, well, kind of serious. I pause for a moment, and without choosing my words too carefully say,
By Madeleine Taliai5 years ago in Fiction
Pop Rocks and Marigolds
The doctor exited the room, leaving the young couple alone. It was hot that day, and Eddie McCormick, a pockmarked boy with a tuft of greasy orange hair, slouched in his chair and wiped sweat from his forehead. He reached for the girl on the bed, his hand landing softly on the small bump of her stomach. She exhaled, her wet eyes falling to the vase of marigolds on the bedside table, their petals the color of the sunrise just as it crests above the horizon.
By Zachary James5 years ago in Fiction
Sour Whiskey
He didn’t drink whiskey, really. Mostly because he didn’t really drink but also since he didn’t really drink he really didn’t handle the taste and there’s not a taste much worse than whiskey. But he was at a bonfire and it seemed like the type of thing you’d drink at a bonfire and he romanticized things like this; getting the full effect. So, he sipped his whiskey, as cautiously as one possibly could and winced as inconspicuously as one could because he wanted to look cool in front of the girl. It wasn’t the girl he had a crush on and was trying to impress; it was his girlfriend.
By Peter Moran5 years ago in Fiction
Beyond
To the left, in the corner of her eye. She saw it again. That luminescent green light. It was always just a flicker in her peripheral vision, she couldn't quite catch it with her eye. This time however as she turned her head to glimpse at the light, it came into full view. It brightened, growing in intensity the longer she stared at it. The light, as vivid as the Aurora Borealis began to encompass her body. She felt peace, warmth, and a deep satisfaction in the core of her being. Soon, she became enveloped in the glow. And within minutes, she was gone.
By Megan Moreau5 years ago in Fiction
The Moon and The Sky
One night, years and years ago, the sky began swooning over the moon. The moon would dance with the stars all night long and she never noticed the sky falling deeper and more in love with her radiance as she would light up the night sky. The sky would spend hours watching the moon, wishing that she would notice him in all his vastness. For the sky, after all, held all the stars for the moon to dance with. The sky loved being the dance floor between the moon and her stars, however he was becoming ready to announce his love for the moon.
By Cynthia McConnell5 years ago in Fiction
Of White Roses and Marigolds
Her shoes had no traction. She had not many clothes. What she wore hung off her. No appetite anymore. Mauve lightening veined across the midnight sky never to touch the earth below. She watched and waited for a lightening strike to ignite the parched ground. Quietly hoping for a new reason for this haze. She would see none. It was the hour and time to go in.
By Sarah J Singer5 years ago in Fiction
First Date
I shook out my umbrella before heading into the restaurant and was very grateful when one of the staff offered to take it along with my coat. The rain had seemed to come from nowhere, but I always had my umbrella with me – best to be prepared. Under normal circumstances, my friends would have laughed at me, but this could be one of those times when I was proven right!
By Chris Cunliffe5 years ago in Fiction
Golden
Beneath her knees the fresh soil settled, sinking her slightly closer to the casket placed in the ground mere hours ago. The sun was still high, the day far too bright for the dark cloud eclipsing her heart. The others had left, heading to the celebration of life set across town at her favorite coffee shop, but she couldn't leave. Her legs beneath her felt as though they were deep roots, they were there, but only to anchor her. She wept, clutching the headstone tight as if she held it tight enough the stone would morph into the form of the name engraved and become real, letting this whole ordeal fade into nothing more than a terrible week that could eventually become a dark joke shared between them.
By Caleb Shepherd5 years ago in Fiction
It Grows On You...
The tan rotary phone rang in the study and Ethel Jean Charleston pushed her padded chair back from the table and set her Pinochle hand face down (even though she didn't have any company presently). "I'm coming," she called out to whomever it was on the other end of the ringing telephone. "Hold your horses." Hunched over and leaning on her cherry wood cane, she shuffled past the refrigerator, through the doorway and into the study. Pictures on the wall of a very Catholic-looking Jesus and Virgin Mother Mary greeted her with unwavering attention the moment she entered the study and continued to scan her paced movements across the room.
By Mike Morgan5 years ago in Fiction
The Sunset of My First Love
It was a moment that I didn’t want to end, but I knew it was going to. We watched the sunset on a majestic summer evening with a cool breeze flowing around us. The hue of orange, yellow turning to red and pink was remarkable. In that moment I thought about how lucky I was to share it with someone I loved. I turned to look at her and caught a glimpse of the sunset reflecting on her beautiful face. She was glowing and radiating just like that summer sun. She had this aura about her that embodied the essence of summer. She was free, and to me she was fleeting. I could only stop to admire her like I could the sunset and then she was gone. I was left amazed and bewildered at the same time and couldn’t understand why things had to end. In those days love was fleeting to me, it was always there until I reached for it. It faded like those sunsets on those summer nights.
By Matthew Mccahey5 years ago in Fiction
Something Better
Of course he was going to leave me at some point. I just assumed it would be one random night, taking off with my car and darting across the country looking for the Something Better. He was always talking about “something better.” Nothing was ever good enough. There had to be more. More women, more challenges, and more to accomplish. I knew he would leave me one day, but I didn’t think it would be like this.
By Cassidy Barker5 years ago in Fiction
