Love
For the love of cake
It ended as it had begun. With chocolate cake. Or, to be exact, a slice of chocolate cake. By turns she stared at the plate, empty bar a few telltale crumbs, then back up at me, eyes burning with rage. I tensed, ready to duck or deflect should she decide to launch the plate at my head. I wouldn’t put it past her. But she surprised me. Her shoulders slumped, the fire went out in her eyes and she shook her head sadly. She put up her hands in a gesture of surrender.
By Joanne Nemshich5 years ago in Fiction
Sunshine and Espresso
The sound of bells ring as I push open the door, the smell of tasty baked goods and caffeine hit me like a ton of bricks. This is always the highlight of my morning. The beautiful barista appears at the counter and flashes me a smile. I can feel myself blushing, the heat flushes my cheeks.
By Tonya Newman5 years ago in Fiction
The Solitary Marigold
July 8th, 1992. I can never forget that afternoon. My classes had just started in Ahmedabad, India. I was now in Class 9. My family had moved here 4 years ago as my father was transferred from his job in Lucknow. He used to work for a pharmaceutical company as a chief chemist. I lived with my parents and elder sister Meena.
By Anshuman Kumar5 years ago in Fiction
Glow
Christopher first noticed it when he was ten, a small tree growing out in the front yard. It had a curious shape to it and always seemed to be reaching towards the direction of the sun, the way sunflowers do. The roots grew upward entwined within each other, like arms of lovers born from the ground and afraid to let go.
By papermooncake5 years ago in Fiction
Belladonna
Two bodies, tangled in a desperate and steamy embrace, stumbled through the French patio doors of the impressive Baker family home. Mr Baker hastily loosened his tie between their breathless, hungry kisses as Irena quickly kicked off her stilettos. Mr Baker clasped his hands around Irena’s slight waist and lifted her to face him sitting on the kitchen countertop. Irena wrapped her long legs tight around Simon’s waist and pulled him in even closer, her hands lost in his tousled salt and pepper grey hair. One hand holding her face to his, and the other sliding up her thigh and vanishing under her skirt, Simon Baker was like a famished lion about to devour its prey. Whatever Simon was doing under her skirt made Irena gasp and jerk her head back, which she followed with a devilish giggle and said, “Are you sure this is what you want, Simon?” “I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life.” He replied, his eyes locked onto hers.
By Paige Sharman 5 years ago in Fiction
Working on the Outside
My eyes open to darkness. The room is cold. It’s time to get up. It’s five-thirty. The phone sings a chipper tune. I do not feel chipper. I make coffee and head to the shower. An hour later I am driving, the lights of passing cars are bright in the gloaming. “Luis,” I say outloud to myself. It’s pronounced ‘leui-eece’. “Leui-weece, rhymes with Greece”. I say this a few times to myself. I’ve never said it to him, but I don’t want to get it wrong, should I get the chance. Or courage, I admit to myself; should I get the courage.
By Mark Christian5 years ago in Fiction
True Love
To Jon, when he first kissed Carolyn, it felt like a melting kiss. A really amazing kiss, he couldn’t resist. Jon tried explaining his situation with love by telling his story of meeting the girl he gave into and describing it being very special and meaningful. Jon describes making love to Carolyn, comparing it to “milk and honey becoming one fluid.” Jon seemed thrilled to have this child, because he would be a father and keep his job as mentioned in the story. Mr. Delacourt’s brother, who is the minister, had married Jon and Carolyn, and Jon was very happy. For Jon, it was considered to be “the best day of their lives so far,” as in a chapter to a new beginning, basically. It seems as if Jon, at the beginning, is more excited to be a father compared to Carolyn. Carolyn seems a bit nervous at first. It seems like Jon is willing to give his all to Carolyn and support her while being pregnant. Carolyn seems to be stubborn at first, and it seems as though as if she wants to be independent with her baby. Jon seems to be more in love with Carolyn, than Carolyn with Jon. It is very obvious that Jon has strong feelings for Carolyn because he says that he wants to be able to express how he truly feels about her and to be able to call her “honey” without feeling shame. Jon loves Carolyn because he is willing to prove to Carolyn that he loves her, in which Carolyn asks Jon to prove his love to her.
By Patty Luvver5 years ago in Fiction
