Love
Confession Time
He’s typically not up this late. Pulling into the driveway, Chelsey pondered if he couldn’t make it to the bedroom again and would be found sprawled on the sofa. Except muffled music pounded the closed blinds like it instead of the breeze fluttering her wind chimes. If he didn’t have a terrible day, it would do wonders for her to arrive so close to moon light after the decision that she was not cooking tonight. Plus, Ben sat on the front porch in one of four chairs, putting out one smoke and holding another between two fingers without lighting it. Maybe he did have a hard day, she thought. He texted with thumbs on fire but tossed the phone on the table like the cheap tool that it was when he was done. She waved after making eye contact with him. He only nodded. Hood barely giving her eyebrows. She was surprised he knew she was standing before him. Went to kiss him on the head to the statuesque response of his refusal to look up, that it until she went for the door. Chelsey’s claim that there was a Scandals episode calling out for her he grabbed her arm. He had never been so rough before. It didn’t hurt but startled her to a life once lived that almost courted a harsh retaliation, but his grip was limp, even with a little caressing with his thumb. “Please sit; they’re almost here.”
By Willem Indigo3 years ago in Fiction
Programmable Lies. . Content Warning.
Written for the L.C. Schafer prompt. Find all the juicy details below. 2112 was one of those prophetic years. Paranoia about the world ending was all over the news. I couldn't waste time caring about that. Instead, I obsessively watched snippets of the advertising video, anticipating my sexbots' arrival by amazon drone.
By Lamar Wiggins3 years ago in Fiction
The Soft Side
This is my first attempt at a Romance story. In my Vocal goals for 2024 I stated I would write a Romance story. This is it, it's not a hot and steamy story. But it is a love story. Whether I succeeded or not I guess is up to those that read this.
By Rick Henry Christopher 3 years ago in Fiction
Rebuilding Lives, Renewing Hope, and Finding Strength after the storm
The Calm Before the Storm The wind howled outside, rattling the windows as Sarah huddled under her blanket, clutching her knees to her chest. The storm had been raging for hours, casting a pall of darkness over the small coastal town. But amidst the chaos, Sarah found solace in the warmth of her cozy living room, safe from the tempest outside.
By d jojo gent3 years ago in Fiction
Love Unraveled
**Chapter 1: The First Stitch** In a quaint little town nestled between rolling hills and whispering forests, there existed a tale as old as time itself, yet one that never failed to stir hearts with its timeless essence. It was a story of love, woven intricately into the fabric of destiny, where each thread unraveled a tale of passion, sacrifice, and redemption. the quaint little town of Willow brook, where the cobblestone streets echoed with whispers of secrets and the breeze carried the scent of blooming roses, there lived a young woman named Evelyn. She was an artist, with a heart as vibrant as the colors she painted onto canvas. But amidst her lively brushstrokes, there was an emptiness she couldn't seem to fill.
By d jojo gent3 years ago in Fiction
Levels
My feet grip the snow beneath them for only a moment before reaching untouched snow again. The air has its icy hands clasped around me, pulling me back as I try to spring forward. I trip and my knees feel the cushion of the cold snowy blanket beneath me. When fear kicks in, you think there is nothing more powerful, until the light in the distance taunts you with hope, and then you feel what real power is.
By Lucille Hamilton3 years ago in Fiction
My Mom's Meadow
This was her favorite place. Every winter I could remember looked and felt like this, with Mom dragging me through the snowy meadow, trudging through white powder as it slowly piled up, on the ground and in the trees. I’d be freezing even under ten layers, still feeling like there was snow in all of them, especially my boots.
By Brea Henderson3 years ago in Fiction
Pilgrimage To The Togakushi Shrine
As snowflakes dance at the Togakushi Shrine, the air hangs still, providing an eerie backdrop to her beauty. “Frozen wildflowers slumber beneath the ice of Togakushi shrine, and whispers of another era linger in the mountains of Nagano,” I muse.
By Scott Christenson🌴3 years ago in Fiction
Title: The Song of Seduction: A Tale of Love and the Art of Flirting.. Content Warning.
Chapter 1: The Mysterious Stranger In the heart of Paris, where romance blooms amidst the cobblestone streets and flickering gas lamps, there lived a young artist named Sophie. Her days were filled with the vibrant hues of paint and the soft strokes of her brush, but it was the art of flirting that truly captivated her soul.
By d jojo gent3 years ago in Fiction
"The Unbroken Vow: A Love Story Beyond Time"
In a small village nestled among rolling hills, there lived a young couple named Anna and Thomas. Their love was the talk of the town, the kind that seemed to glow in their eyes whenever they looked at each other. But as fate would have it, Thomas was called to serve in the army, leaving Anna behind with a promise to return.
By d jojo gent3 years ago in Fiction
