Love
Life After Life
I heard a sharp crack, and for some inexplicable reason I was in no doubt that the pistol was aimed at me. Maybe it was the garbled mixture of images flashing through my mind, as if I were watching two-hundred-and-eighty-thousand videos simultaneously, each one playing an hour of my thirty-two years of life in a fraction of a second. Maybe it was the acute pinhead of agony illegally accessing my brain, hacking into the operating system of the software and corrupting it beyond hopes of salvation, shortly before unplugging the whole thing and smashing it into an unrecognizable mass with all the inertia of a sledgehammer.
Paul WilsonPublished 3 years ago in FictionA Beautiful Day on the Beach
It’s a beautiful day on the beach I believe I have all to myself. The sun is red from all the smoke drifting over from what was downtown, but the air is dry and not too hot and the ocean is a color I recognize from before it overwhelmed coastlines and redefined the idea of “beach.”
John SchimmelPublished 3 years ago in FictionStarcrossed
The world was barren of nearly all its resources. Centuries of humans taking had taken its toll on the planet. Now, once you turn 13, you must go farm to be able to provide for your family. Sometimes, you won’t see your loved ones for years on end, as you must travel to new places where there is no drought, or the soil is still fertile. But Romeo couldn’t care less about any of that, because Romeo was totally, utterly, and completely in love. Her name was Rosaline. Romeo could see it now for the next hundreds of years the names Romeo and Rosaline will be synonymous with boundless, eternal love. She was an incomparable beauty in a barren wasteland. They met while sending out money to the workers out farming for food and vegetables. Romeo was luckier than most, his family didn’t have to farm, in fact they had been able to hire people in order to take their place. He knew that he would spend the rest of his life with her. He would never love another woman in his life. Or so he thought until he saw…. her. Juliet. A true beauty with no equal.
Madison DickeyPublished 3 years ago in FictionVictoria's Lesson
To start with, there were three things Victoria knew would be essential on her trip. Water, sunscreen and a hairbrush. What else can a girl need on a yacht? She looked up at the calendar, jotting the last plans for her summer vacation down in her fuzzy notebook. Three days until the end of Junior year. Three days left of the endless droning of the teachers, the awkward lunch line, and only three more days of watching her best friend, well, former best friend, making lovey dovey eyes at her boyfriend. Former boyfriend. The double heartache was the hardest lesson she had learned this year, and it had nothing to do with school.
Alicia BorghesePublished 3 years ago in FictionThe Heart of Hathor
Somewhere in ancient Egypt, during the war with the Nubians and the catastrophic disasters that brought down the ancient civilization, a boy prayed in a temple, unaware of the trouble that was about to walk into his life.
Kyle ShaferPublished 3 years ago in FictionPuppy Love
PUPPY LOVE The dog’s plaintive whine roused Moira from a fitful sleep. She snagged a night robe, cinched the belt and strode down the narrow hallway of her duplex, feeling the walls for balance. A week in this place and things still seemed out of whack.
Jessica NelsonPublished 3 years ago in FictionWhat a wonderful life
What a Wonderful Life The old man looked up from his book. The sun, slanting through thick foliage, touched his wrinkled cheeks with warm gentleness, and dappled his body. Sitting on many soft pillows stacked into a heaping pile, he looked very much like a weathered, deformed pearl on the thick tongue of a marbled oyster. He leaned against a silver birch, listening to the soft birdsong. The grove he was sitting in was small and cozy. Closing his eyes against the soft light, he smiled and thought, what a wonderful life I've lived. He thought about all of his family. He thought of his children and their children and about his new great granddaughter still yet to experience the wonders of the world. He couldn’t wait to see her bright little face. So innocent and full of life.
Jasmine HenryPublished 3 years ago in FictionLove and Legs
The Autumn air was crisp and leaves blew around my feet. I had been coming to this spot at a ranch in the foothills of the Sierra Nevada mountains for twelve years now. Since eighteen my whole life had been about writing. I took to it my senior year of high school and pursued the pages as an outlet for my problems and dreams. Then I started to write fiction and my career took off. The beautiful river that flowed through the ranch property made for a great remedy for writer's block and a good way to clear my head. It's funny, for so long my escape has been my books. Now my own book was coming to and end.
Bethani SparvelPublished 3 years ago in FictionThe Last Days of Espiritu Santo
Isla Espiritu Santo. Pristine and barren, just as it was when they had come together on the rocky island. El Golfo de California. The island to hold on to. The Sea of Cortez.
Herman Wilkins IIIPublished 3 years ago in FictionMemory
Her hair was the color of fire. That was all I could think as she giggled and twirled away from me, the sensation of her lips lingering on mine. I smiled widely as I got up from where I had been kneeling. There she was, silhouetted against the sunset, jumping and whooping in delight.
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Brandy KapurPublished 3 years ago in FictionSasha
Kandiran was a simple, yet well-organized city located in the only island, following the Final Day. Since the beginning every citizen was implanted on the back of their neck a heart-shaped locket chip that will only open when true love was found. The locket was also a way to find understanding and unity among the survivors. The founders of the new city created the locket to bring people together and make them more in tuned with their fellow humans and mother nature “we ought to learn from the destruction of the old world” they said. Then they started organizing the new world based on open and closed lockets, houses were built by those who found their love and small apartments to those who were still in the search. Nonetheless having a closed locket was not seem like singleness, but openness to opportunities and interactions among closed and open lockets were part of a regular day in the city. It was not rare to find two open lockets opening a third or a fourth one. Sometimes a locket was opened by interacting with a tree or a dog, or a book. Lockets also changed color expressing what was felt during an interaction. Was not atypical to witness an argument followed by the opening of the lockets of those involved in it, like it was not unusual for open lockets to closed out on each other.
Jordan CruzPublished 3 years ago in Fiction