Love
The Art of Memory
The autumn breeze carried a nostalgic scent as Harold and Evelyn made their way down the cobblestone streets of the old artist's quarter. They walked hand in hand, their steps slow and deliberate, as if each stone held a memory they were reluctant to disturb.
By James Moody3 years ago in Fiction
Alex and Melissa
Glittering frozen paradise, surrounded by the harsh reality and beautiful ethereal nature of the elements. Snow-covered houses stand in a row like pristine palaces. It's easy to get caught up in the unfiltered beauty. Until you have to scrape at the windshield of your car and shovel a driveway out of the snow.
By Paul Stewart3 years ago in Fiction
Shadows of Digital Deception
The Harper family lived in a quaint suburban neighborhood, where weekends were filled with laughter and shared moments. Mark and Laura Harper worked hard to provide for their two children, Emily and Tyler, in a world that seemed increasingly interconnected through digital means.
By Christopher Ezeh3 years ago in Fiction
Revival
I have been blind since birth; due to my blindness I have been able to see the world for what it is and differently from those around me. In that same notion, all of that changed in one instant for me, so exceedingly long ago. I write this to tell everyone who has ever thought nothing is or will be, but also, I write this so that one day my voice will be known to all who had ever wandered in and sought, seeking the one thing they want without caring or paying their dues to life… for all those whom made my outlook terrible… for you all, I tell this and use it as a reminder to myself and for those whom follow after, please read and listen to this old woman’s tale and learn a thing or two.
By William L. Truax III3 years ago in Fiction
Paper Cuts
Darla's hands wrapped around the ceramic of the mug, warmed by the hot cocoa within. She took a sip and watched as the windows shrunk, snow piling up inch by inch around the cabin. She hadn't been here for years - since her and Derek had first started dating, desperate to catch a few blissful days of solitude away from their nosy roommates. Back when they couldn't keep their hands off each other. When the "I love you"s dripped from their lips unconsciously. When each others' idiosyncrasies were charming, not grating. As the night fell and the snow continued to, Darla switched her childhood beverage for an adult one. The wine warmed her insides and blurred the edges between reality and fantasy. She found herself enamoured by the snow, thinking darkly of the icicles that had formed around her heart. The tiny paper cuts that they had scarred into each other after 12 years - to the point she had no choice to put her heart on ice as an act of self-preservation. To survive. She couldn't pinpoint the moment she decided to venture into the depths of the night, but as she came to her senses and tried to navigate back to the cabin, she realised she was lost. After some time, she fell to the ground, defeated. Yet, when she came to, back at the cabin - warm, thawed; she felt whole again. And there he was - her saviour. Derek had brought her back to life.
By Renessa Norton3 years ago in Fiction
