Love
Worth the Wait. Content Warning.
I wandered aimlessly through the cold night air, it’s rancid breath gripping and holding the ample scent of perfume from the woman whom walked by me at bay, the streets cluttered with passerby stockholders of boxes and bags. The smell of the bodies ignored by the masses as they ignore the decomposing. The air was cold, so fridged was the frost among the dead and I stood there, silent, watching, waiting, none looked, not one bothered to see me. I was cold. The chill ran deep into my bones and though I called out to a few at first, then a small break between meek and feeble vocal sounds, my hands raised periodically, I was doing all I could to show that I needed a little help, a little warmth to get free from this frost that was overtaking me. None bothered to look at me. Many just walked past along their busy route, whereas most snubbed their nose or stepped over me like I was garbage. They did not bother to even lift me and throw me into the can that was at the corner.
By William L. Truax III3 years ago in Fiction
Chances
She was drinking a cup of coffee and sitting with some of her books that she just bought. He was also sitting at a table in the cafe section with some books that he just bought and wanted to read right away. Then they saw each other and smiled. He got up and approached her table.
By Ariana Wolf3 years ago in Fiction
CLAMORING
IN THE CLAMORING CITY OF EVERWOOD, THERE CARRIED ON WITH A YOUTHFUL COUPLE, ELARA AND LYSANDER, WHOSE ADORATION WAS BASICALLY AS PROFOUND AS THE UNDERLYING FOUNDATIONS OF THE OLD TREES THAT ENCOMPASSED THEIR HOME. THEY MET ON A MID-YEAR'S DAY IN THE MARKET SQUARE, WHERE ELARA WAS SELLING HER HANDMADE GEMS, AND LYSANDER WAS ENRAPTURED BY HER EXCELLENCE AND BEAUTY.
By Arfa Qureshi3 years ago in Fiction
Dirty White Nike Air Force 1s
The light emitting from the street lamp cast a mean glow. It was like a giant lightning bug hovered over the block. Samir and Cadra sat on the curb. The former, 23, and the latter, 21, had just finished their shift at the coffee house.
By Skyler Saunders3 years ago in Fiction
