Love

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
English Friends
Deana traveled from two days so she could put her feet on the grass in Glastonbury, England. She arrived in Bristol England, and hailed her hired car to St. Anne’s B&B and Estelle the B&B met her with open arms saying “Welcome back, lovely we are so glad you are here.” Deana got to her room and just fell backwards on the bed, like a young kid and she said out loud “So glad to be back in Avalon”.
By DeeAnn Coffin Phillips5 years ago in Fiction
A Day in the Life
When blondes have more fun, do they know it ? I am sitting in my bed with nothing on but my nightlight and my hair extensions. Well, one is actually laying across my leg. I hurry to find the spot it came from and snap it back in place. Before he sees me.
By Layla Nelson5 years ago in Fiction
Save Your Tears
He used to wait for me every morning after chemistry class my sophomore year. Until one day...he didn’t. At first, I thought it was a fluke. It was first period, so maybe he was just late. Or, maybe he got sick and was absent from school altogether. But surely, there must be some logical explanation. Either way, he wasn’t there.
By Stephanie Hifler5 years ago in Fiction
Before the Bake
~2 Large Eggs "Alfred! The rooster's gotten out again!" “Come on Sultan, you have a job to do" Alfred whispers as he bends down and picks up the runaway rooster, then puts him back in the pen.
By Shannon Bush5 years ago in Fiction
Broken Hearts & A Brand New Start
"Breathe, Sophie,... In and out... One... two... three..." Sophie was a bundle of nerves as she attempted to steady her trembling hands enough to apply her make-up. It had been three days since the suspicious package wrapped in brown paper had been mysteriously left on her doorstep. She'd have been in less of a state right now if it hadn't taken her two days to work up the courage to open it.
By Jessie Waddell5 years ago in Fiction
Almost
I am sitting on a brown fake leather couch with my fiancé in a room that smells like lavender and Febreze. Our counselor is a friend of my fiancé, much younger than me and too pretty for me to trust her. When this started 6 months ago I thought I could win her over. I felt like I gave all the right answers, that was until our appointments started to be separate. Kelly, our counselor said it would be easier for her to focus on us as individuals and then she could see how we work together – whatever that means.
By Natalie Lowes5 years ago in Fiction
The Date
My cousin, Bharat Kumar Srivastava, moved with his parents and brother to Canada from India in 1993. In India they lived in Bhopal. When they moved to Canada they moved to Toronto.
By Anshuman Kumar5 years ago in Fiction
Death By Chocolate
It was the best of times. It was the worst of times. What could I possibly mean? I had a pretty decent boyfriend, he was nice enough, but we sort of just fell into dating and I wasn’t really sure I even wanted to be in a relationship.
By Nikita Griffin5 years ago in Fiction
Coerced by Cake
All I could think about on my way back home tonight was cake! Yes, cake! Not just any cake, but the most mouthwatering piece of cake this side of heaven. I discovered it several months back, quite by accident. I had to stop and get gas and there is was in the store's bakery display....in all of it's glory!! Chocolate Molten layered cake or as Bucky's Bakery called it "Death by Chocolate". What a way to go, hey?
By Brenda Hollman5 years ago in Fiction
Beautiful Treasure
Within an old cardboard box, hidden away in some dark and dusty corner of life, I happed upon a most curious and precious thing! Wrapped in a brown paper bag of sorrow, sitting lonely and defeated, was a mysterious, faded and enigmatic jewel. This once loved treasure had been cast aside like a raggedy toy because the beholder tired of amusing themselves with it. It lay abandoned, broken, and shabby, left to some lonely remembrance.
By Paula-Maree Cavenett5 years ago in Fiction
The Bakery
The bells above the door chimed just as I turned the corner to see who my next customer was. It was him. He’d only been in a few times since the bakery opened, but his presence was unforgettable. “Good afternoon, welcome to The Bakery” The words flew out of my mouth on autopilot. He strolled to the counter and smiled. He was taller than most, his face was worn from years on the ranch, and his beautiful blue eyes captured you instantly. I peeled my eyes away when I realized I was staring at him. He let out a chuckle and stuck his hand out to shake mine. “I’m Luke Anderson ma’am”. Jesus, even his name was gorgeous. I took his hand in mine, “Paige Kinsington” I replied. He smiled and held my hand a few seconds longer than normal. When he let go, he wiped his hand on the thigh of his jeans, leaving white powder in its place. “Oh, I am so sorry, I was baking when I heard the door chime and forgot to wash my hands.” Wow, great job P, I thought to myself. He laughed it off and strolled over to the case of freshly baked cakes. “Are these made fresh daily?” He questioned. My feet were stuck to the ground, this man had me in such an awe, I was frozen. “Um..I...Yes, I make them every morning.” I finally choked out. Geez, why did he have such an effect on me, this never happened to me. Especially after the tragedy of a relationship I’d left back home in Boston. Texas was my fresh start and no man would make me feel that way again. But he was different, the feeling was different, I was captivated by his charm, his looks, and God that accent. “Amazing!” He paused and bent to get a closer look. “I’ll take your favorite of the bunch” he exclaimed. My brain finally came back to reality and got my feet moving. “That would be the Death by Chocolate, Mr. Anderson” I smiled as I made my way behind the counter where he was standing. He grinned and pulled out his wallet, “I’ll take it”. I continued to box the cake and ring up his total. He paid and turned to leave, my head willing my mouth to say something, but when I opened it, nothing came out. He stopped just short of the door, turned “see you tomorrow Ms. Kinsington” he muttered with the tip of his hat. I smiled and waved softly as I watched him walk out the door.
By Jordan5 years ago in Fiction