Love
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
Rain
(RAIN) “You can’t predict lust. It’s a magical dust that floats in the air. It has no logic, no predetermined path. Maybe it settles on you. Maybe you unexpectedly walk through it … it doesn’t matter how or when really … it makes you think that whoever you’re with or see in front of you is your love … rather they are good or evil.”
By Jennie Lyne Hiott5 years ago in Fiction
Love Eternal
Lisa was driving her rig through the tight tunnels, doing another supply run between bases. Currently she was somewhere between Atlanta and Jackson Mississippi, carrying supplies for the survivors and security personnel at Camp Indigo. Lisa had not always been a Truck Driver, but after the world went to hell, she had to adapt or die. Lisa made the decision to drive a truck; her alternative option would have been drafted into the security forces. The truck rolled over a cattle gate, it jolted her to attention, it meant she was nearing another checkpoint. She placed her hand on her chest, to hold onto the Heart Shaped locket that she wore everywhere she went.
By Sarah Gravel5 years ago in Fiction
Against all odds
The last thing I remembered was complaining about a back pain. Already exhausted, stressed and self-neglected, my mind slowly and painfully dived into the darkness. No more sounds, no more feelings, no more needs. I felt happy. I felt light. No more worrying. Neat.
By Chacha Jaramillo5 years ago in Fiction
You weren't there.
I turned away from him and grabbed hold of the edge of the kitchen bench. Willing that it would support me throughout this night. I had been cooking us some dinner when he arrived home. Drenched from the downpour that was slashing at our window. He had thrown the incriminating photos on the table demanding answers. I knew what the photos contained, after all I was there myself. Intoxicated, upset and looking for some affection I had found myself at an old friend's place. As if in a movie scene, the kiss happened and then the realization snapped. A moment too late but with the precise timing of the camera flash. I had run out of there, dazed and confused, stumbled my way onto a street and managed to get myself home.
By Chiara Ann Vicary5 years ago in Fiction
Two Lovers
It was dark, stormy night. Well, actually it wasn’t, but most stories about babies being born begin on dark stormy nights, and this tale is not about to the be the exception to that rule. Stereotypes exist for a reason. So now that we have that out of the way, we can focus on the important parts of the story. A baby was being born, who cares about the weather?
By Sachi Petrohilos5 years ago in Fiction
It's in my blood
An eerie mist hung over the ransacked homes and blood stained streets as the smell of death loomed in the air. That was the scene after the vampires attacked Daken City. The Caloman sisters were dragged from their beds and forced to watch a vicious mob of hungry vampires feed on their parents. However, a perfectly timed blackout was all that was needed to give 16-year-old Veil an opportunity to escape. The creature holding her was barefoot, so she grabbed the poker from the fireplace and stabbed it through the top of his foot. The creature shrieked and instinctively grabbed at the poker in his foot, releasing Veil. Once she was free, she fled the house and hid in her father’s workshop, just as a group of vampire hunters entered the house. The screams and sounds of shattering glass and splintering wood echoed in Veil’s ears as she squeezed her eyes shut. Meanwhile, back inside, the creature holding 14-year-old Evanara slinked out of view of the hunters and pulled her into a nearby closet. He clamped his cold hand over her mouth and stared into her terrified eyes with a grin full of fangs, “I could kill you now and end your misery, but where’s the fun in that? It would be much more fun to watch you be killed by your own kind!” the creature hissed,sinking his fangs into her neck. Evanara felt a sharp burning pain in her neck, followed by numbness, and then everything went black…
By Kerrilee Zarrella5 years ago in Fiction
A Caribbean Bar Meeting A Snippet from - A Love Story
This was deemed to be a romantic meeting. Indeed it was initially. The idea of a meeting of minds with men, one would consider twentieth century tycoons. A bunch of people very close to my dear one, who was about to break the ice on his extra-marital affair. Indeed, a real love affair that had been swimming around London and Caribbean quarters for around twenty years. Inside, a secret ball until the year two thousand and fourteen. Then the ball burst. Even though, I never pulled the trigger. It was my partners choice to get our cat out of the bag.
By Black Dog Productions5 years ago in Fiction
Lucifer's Witch
Hiserly had been in the Morningstar House for almost a week. She had discovered that living in the country was so very different from living in the city. The grocer was more than willing to drive out to deliver her needed supplies. He seemed curious about her, apparently they hadn’t seen any activity in the House and it was rumored to be haunted. News spread like wildfire about her presence. She had caught people stopped on the side of the road along the fence line, watching the House with binoculars.
By Megan Johnson5 years ago in Fiction
