Love

Weathered
I ran inside with mascara and eyeliner smeared down my face. “Get in the basement!” I yelled to Edgar, my husband of 30 years. He looked confused as he began to ask what was wrong. “Edgar, there’s no time. Get in the basement or you will die!” Edgar considered my words for a moment before deciding to listen to me. I don’t think I’d ever seen him run before, but he was running now.
By Brandy Enn5 years ago in Fiction
Silent ending
That man is one or two years younger than me. When I mentioned her, the lush time of my student days was like a basket of golden beans, which suddenly fell from the air.
By YASUFUMI SUZUKI5 years ago in Fiction
Stalemate
He calls for the last time on a Sunday night in late September. His voice is soft and slurred, and before he asks I tell him that I’m not coming this time. But we both know it’s a lie. So I pull myself together as I have done many, many times before, and I drive through a chilly rain to our old spot. He’s already in our booth; ghostly, half asleep and tapping his lucky blue lighter against the Formica. The green neon light from the Seventh Street Diner sign spills across his still-handsome face.
By Jessica Conaway5 years ago in Fiction
Stupid Girl
He passed the small blue pipe to her, and she took it, making sure to brush her fingers against his in a lingering touch. She wanted his eyes on her, focused on the way her lips closed lightly around the base, how the fire from the lighter danced in her eyes, adding even more heat as she stared deep into his own.
By Megan Stewart5 years ago in Fiction
Tales of Bette: What If She Said Yes?
Bette On It: Weird Adolescence. Freshman Year 2000-2001. An Excerpt... "Hey Bee, you got some time? I was hoping you might be able to maybe, possibly help me with something."
By Tinka Boudit She/Her5 years ago in Fiction
bread for the maestra.
i. As far as Nina and Kiki know, the first time I met their Father was at the Bakery. It was easy to assume, as Ryohei wasn’t exactly the most sociable person, and most of the few people he did know were Bakery regulars. In some way, it was the truth.
By A Baptiste5 years ago in Fiction
Conquering the Peak. Top Story - May 2021.
What have I gotten myself into? I cling to the side of the mountain as the path narrows and curves up the steep incline. The sun hovers over me and turns my once comforting jacket into a stove.
By Megan Clancy5 years ago in Fiction
The Blind Date Gone Right
Walking into the bar, I scanned the crowd, searching for the blind date my friend, Dana, had set up behind my back and kept to herself until today. All I knew was his name and that both of us would be wearing red.
By Amethyst Champagne5 years ago in Fiction
First Date, Again
She was the first girl he’d ever liked, and the first girl whose lips he’d tasted. When they were fourteen, she was the first girl whom he’d ever told he loved. The beginning of his crush on her was the moment that girls no longer had cooties.
By L. Lane Bailey5 years ago in Fiction
The Date That Changed Everything
I sat at the edge of my bed and let out a loud sigh. I was not excited about this blind date. I thought maybe having a glass of Merlot would help change my mood. After one glass nothing changed. “Maybe I need another one,” I thought.
By Ali SP5 years ago in Fiction
One More Chance
And there goes another one. Down that long aisle. This time, it’s as red as her painted lips. I watch her from my place, next to her soon-to-be husband. She’s beautiful in her off-the-shoulder gown, her veil covering just her eyes. But that blue doesn’t stay hidden. It never did.
By Megan Stewart5 years ago in Fiction
Light at the End of the Road
Trees blur into the dark background encroaching on the edge of the road. The sun sets below the horizon, bathing the sky in a fiery haze. Dark blue sky peaks through a break in the clouds. He looks up and sees the beginning twinkle of stars. He steps on the gas. The white car is a blur on the empty highway, a mirage to any onlooker.
By Megan Stewart5 years ago in Fiction