Love

Love as Fuel for Living
A peaceful day fishing with Angel… sure, she was annoyed because we were late to the docks and she was hungry. And maybe I’m not the best at planning events, but it’s the thought that counts, right? We didn’t come across a lot of fish that summer day in June, but man I did feel more in love than I ever felt in my life. God, I miss that woman… I can hear her voice speaking to me now… “Baby I love you,” in a sort of melancholy, sing-song tone that is layered with her acknowledgement of the mistakes of my past. “Baby, I love you.” “Baby, I love you.” “Baby, the island man.” Okay now I’m confused… “A remote island, man!” I awoke, startled, to Jack pacing around our shelter. He stops, turns to me, and opens his eyes wide. “Man, you know how much of the world is still undiscovered? I mean, I remember reading about some guy from like 50 years ago who took a boat off the shore of Mexico and was lost at sea for over 400 days. Over 400 days, man! That’s more than a year. No one was able to find him until he landed in the Marshall Islands.” “Can I have a second, Jack… I just woke up” I mumbled, almost incoherently. I haven’t been sleeping much lately. Jack comes closer. “No man, you DON’T get it. We could get a boat --a nice boat-- and just leave this place. No one would find us. We could find an uninhabited island. Live our lives out. Maybe bring some girls with us.” I had heard enough. “Get a fucking grip. We have to get to the safe zone.”
By Harrison Bonilla5 years ago in Fiction
BRAVE LOVE
Once upon a time, in a magical land called Atlantis, two enlightened souls lived in harmony in an enchanted world. Atlantis was an advanced civilization where all humans were divine souls. It was like heaven on earth. True love was possible, and creativity was considered genius. Wealth was abundant and available to everyone. Each person was with their one true love, a mystical soul designed to be the perfect match for just them. There was no anger, jealousy, violence until one day, things began to change.
By Kerissa Kuis5 years ago in Fiction
The Beautiful Entrapment
Jude “You did it.” My jaw drops open with shock. A bead of sweat is gathered on my hairline, slowly making its way to my bushy eyebrows. I can feel my pulse getting slower and slower with relief. My hands are beginning to regain feeling. After all this time, I was starting to lose hope.
By KB5 years ago in Fiction
White Pills
He doesn’t know much. But there were some things that he does know. He's in love with her; he knows that. She’s in love with him, he knows that and so does she.
By Mel5 years ago in Fiction
Goals
15 years ago at Danica and Peotre’s house. “Writing?! You want to be a writer? Little brother, you are talented at a lot of things, but writing isn’t one of them. Face it, man, you’re the physical one. You’d be a fool to not even attempt to use that gift.” Without giving his brother a chance to reply Stefan turns to his brother’s new, very young, very beautiful wife. “What do you think Dani? Do you think Peotre should keep you in this hovel until he writes a bestseller?”
By Rena Mam5 years ago in Fiction
The Wedding
Prologue The woman in white worries. Should she go through with it? Can she? She doesn’t love him, something her parents, who have arranged the match, would dismiss as plebeian nonsense. She does like him, though. He’s smart. Funny. At the thought of him her mouth almost involuntarily stretches into a smile. And Lord knows he’s easy to look at. Sex isn’t always just chemistry. It can be more like a sport. With dedication and lots of practice, maybe they could make it work.
By Rena Mam5 years ago in Fiction
It all comes apart
After it all comes apart, we shelter wherever we can. At first, no one even left the City. After all, enough of the population had left the country before the Collapse. The Whole Foods was fully stocked, bottled water plentiful enough, solar panels still operating at their full capacity, none of it having yet fallen victim to the tolls of time and neglect. It was like a weird vacation, like when you’re in a resort but the power goes out because of hurricanes.
By Maeve Malyszko5 years ago in Fiction
To Live and Die With Dignity
I heard the fighting outside: the screaming, stumbling and the leaves crackling as bodies fell, betraying their location outside my home.
By Anastasia Voss5 years ago in Fiction
White Pills
He doesn’t know much. But there were some things that he does know. He's in love with her; he knows that. She’s in love with him, he knows that and so does she.
By Mel5 years ago in Fiction
Lila
Trigger warning: mentions of suicide and suicidal ideation Lila. I still whisper your name when I wake up, hoping to find you next to me. I still dream about you like you’re here, and it’s so believable that when I wake up I can’t breathe because you were right here, but then you’re gone all over again. I still think about you every day. You’re always in my thoughts. It’s the only way for me to keep you alive. I can’t believe it’s been a year.
By J. Lozada5 years ago in Fiction
Forgetting to Feel
I saw him again today. I don’t know where he came from, why he’s been assigned to our Class, his number – anything. But he has a sensitivity in his eyes I’d forgotten I’d missed. I haven’t encountered it since the Dark Day, since everyone I loved – and love itself, went away.
By Teresa Mull5 years ago in Fiction
Ashes Ashes
The only noise reverberating through the caliginous diner is my shallow breathing. I’m currently tucked under one of the booth tables. The seats have many lacerations decorating the fabric, foam can be seen seeping out from the cracks. Neither rats nor vermin inhabit this diner anymore, for they were all wiped out in the blast. I wish I could tell you about the colours of my surroundings, but my eyes aren’t quite working correctly anymore. At least I still know what colour it is outside, the same deep gray it’s been for some months now. When I first laid here I thought I could feel the icy tile floor, but I guess that’s faded now too. All of the sudden I begin to cough profusely and my throat feels ablaze. Ash begins to spew all over the floor in front of me, staining it so dark even I can tell the difference. Even though the pain is suffocating, I long to ruminate about my beloved.
By Mason Daniels5 years ago in Fiction