Love
Things Left Unsaid
I looked out the window of Susanna’s Dessert Bar, straining my neck to see as much of the street as I possibly could. I was sitting on the little padded bench they have for people who were waiting to be seated. I wasn’t exactly waiting to be seated, I was waiting for my Carlos’ persistently late ass, and growing more annoyed with every second. Friday night at Susanna’s was a standing date for us, but lately he’d been cancelling and rescheduling. It was the first time in three weeks he hadn’t called to reschedule.
By Nathalie Clair5 years ago in Fiction
To be continued..
Oh what a wonderful day I was having. I could hear it. The music. The drums so close I could feel the vibration in my chest. The heat and the feel of the first raindrop in months. I felt a hand, soft, with long fingers, grab hold of mine and I smiled so big. " She's smiling!, her hand is moving"! , I heard. What was that!
By Layla Nelson5 years ago in Fiction
A Slice of Life
There she was, sitting alone in a cafe, again, wondering if she had just made the biggest mistake of her life. She had always dreamed of that perfect life, married to the perfect guy, with the perfect house with the white picket fence, and two little children running around the yard. Now she was worried that dream could never become a reality for her.
By Jackie Boos5 years ago in Fiction
How do you say, "I love you?"
I remember when the world came crashing down around me. It was so unexpected, and yet, the signs had been there. I’d missed them. Ignorant only because of the innocence my sheltered upbringing had left me with yet rendered me unaware of. Back then, I had thought myself strong. Life and Circumstance were more than willing to prove me wrong. That had been a harsh lesson.
By J.C. Winter5 years ago in Fiction
Hope and Chocolate Cake
Wedding Day. At last. The farmhouse was abuzz with activity! Aunt Maddie was yelling orders here, there, and everywhere. The room was bustling as bridesmaids fussed over each other and all kinds of intricate details. Everything felt zoned out, a little hazy…. Izzy sat in front of her mirror and listened to her friends’ chatter, but she could understand nothing.
By Angie Allanby5 years ago in Fiction
