Love
Hiraeth
Was it possible to grieve for someone you never knew? Farren didn’t know what it was like to grieve, it so rarely happened now, but here in her hands was someone’s whole life. A worn, cracked book and a heart shaped locket. Two plain objects that hummed with life so powerful that she could practically see the words on the page melting into images, far more detailed than the holograms that hovered behind her.
By Imi Rafferty 5 years ago in Fiction
Elsa May Green, Chapters seven, eight and nine.
Chapter Seven. Friends no more. The walk to the King’s head hailed a welcome relief as we left the battlegrounds of the park. Gabriel and Ruben trailed behind us with Michael and Camilla taking up the front of the group, leaving me and my once princess stuck in the middle. It was as awkward an occasion as I had ever experienced with anybody, worse than the time Elsa found one of my adults-only magazines under my bed when we were fifteen, nothing compared to this. It was as if I forgot who she was, and a mere stranger walked by my side. The silence became deafening.
By Peter Culbert5 years ago in Fiction
Last Night In Sicily
The Spring sun was just peaking over the mountain bringing its warm light to the small village. A sweet breeze gently rocks the treetops. The earthy smell of fresh brewing coffee wafts from the small café that is on the piazza. The proprietor is just putting the chairs down at the outside tables.
By William King5 years ago in Fiction
Age Appropriate
“Hey honey, what’s your name?” Troy looked the odd older lady over before answering her. He tried his best not to laugh out loud as she shimmied and shook off beat to the music. He couldn’t help but wonder what she was doing there and who she was with.
By Cam Rascoe5 years ago in Fiction
Two of Hearts
Star A heart shaped locket and a letter was all his fiance had left, the letter held only 2 words ‘I’m sorry’. Nothing had felt real after Kai had found them waiting on the bar downstairs. He was at a loss for what to do, how to continue on without the fiance who still held a deathgrip on his heart. His mother had always warned him against courting the kind of folk who traveled from settlement to settlement. ‘They have a bedmate at every stop, they’ll never settle down’ she had warned, but Kai hadn’t listened. He’d fallen deeply in love with a captain of one of the airships who brought supplies to the settlement he’d come to call home.
By Jace Hilbert5 years ago in Fiction
Red Photo Frame
“We should have known it was coming. Looking back now… it’s almost laughable we didn’t see it. But we didn’t. We sat back. Watched idly as neighbors disappeared, accepted it as curfews were enforced. And now we want to sit here and complain and cry about the unfairness of it all. The world was taken from us because we didn’t deserve to have it in the first place.” he pauses, looking around the room as if just noticing it for the first time. He holds up the picture frame in his hand. “Do you know how often I stare at this picture? Do you know how many times I’ve traced her face with my fingertip?”
By Julia Hobbs5 years ago in Fiction
The Downside of Immortality
Her laughs had their own range: from babbling brook to the stomping of elephants. Bartholomew’s favorite laugh was when she snorted like a pig, her giggles punching the air. When she spoke, her voice flowed like melted butter, her southern lilt charming. She couldn’t carry a tune to save her life, but she sang anyways, her enthusiasm overpowering her inabilities. The confidence in her own voice was something to behold. Her voice, her words, her tone were the definition of beauty. The way she said his name was enough to set his soul aflame. He could have listened to her for an eternity, a prospect he nearly gained when an accident stole her away.
By Hayley Roberts5 years ago in Fiction
