Love
Hank's Devotion
Wrists resting on cold metal armrests, his derriere sticking to the gray vinyl seat, Hank snoozes. An air purifier on the bed stand whirs quietly, creating a welcome white noise. Two bouquets of cut flowers, one with only red and pink roses, the other one with freesia in the same hues, exude a light scent. The overhead lights off, Hank has fallen asleep reading his iPad by lamplight.
By Andrea Corwin 3 years ago in Fiction
Nocturnal Vigilance
In the gentle cradle of an early morn's hush, where the world lingered on the threshold of dreams, a chance meeting with destiny unfurled. It was during a solitary jog, amidst the tender murmurs of dawn, that you stumbled upon a child, shivering and concealed within the quietude of a secluded grove. His fragile form exuded an aura of innocence, his eyes whispered tales of hidden fears too profound for his tender years to bear.
By Sergio Rijo3 years ago in Fiction
The Darkness Within
TRIGGER WARNING: INCLUDES HARSH GRIEF AND SUICIDE ATTEMPT I open my eyes slowly. I can’t remember how I ended up in this darkness. The last thing I remember… it was Papa. I was laughing and laughing and then the floor shook and he grabbed my hand and said I can’t let go but then something took me from him. We didn’t even let go, I was taken from the air. I realize I’m sweating and start to calm down. I see something in the grass below me and pick it up. A candle. I quickly snatch a match out of my pocket and light the candle. I look around and only see eyes. Bright yellow eyes. I gasp softly and they start approaching. I hold my breath and look back. More yellow eyes, I see a lake in the distance. I think about how Papa isn’t here and how Momma left and these yellow eyes trying to kill me, and I jump. I run and jump. The notice the yellow eyes disappear. I feel drowsy and some much pain and I stay down trying to die, trying to disappear. I feel myself collapsing underwater and then I feel someone pull me out. Dragging me slowly across the grass. I feel a slight bit of warmth before I fall asleep and lose consciousnes. I wake up expected all of it to have been a dream. Wanting to have Papa holding me in his arms, wanting Momma to come back home, wanting to see my home again, wanting to hurt however it was that took me from my home. Revenge is a sweet thing, sweeter than sugar. I snapped up and didn’t recognize the place I was in. What was happening to me? I noticed a picture on the wall. An old one for sure. It was of an old man, a very old man who was smiling. It was framed, but you could tell it was still really old. I feel a surge of sadness wash over me before I look over and see a boy across the room. He’s still asleep so I leave the room slowly not to wake him.
By Writers Weekly3 years ago in Fiction
A Magickal Reunion
It was amazing how little the park had changed in the past fifteen years. Elaine had changed, though. Fifteen years in an abusive marriage had forced a maturity upon her that had transformed her outlook in all situations. It had changed the way she remembered the events of her past and all the places she had been, except the park.
By Suzy Jacobson Cherry3 years ago in Fiction
Teaching Love
Part 1: A Schoolyard Serendipity In the idyllic hamlet of Elmwood, cradled gently at the base of the ever-rolling hills, two teachers held dominion in their separate domains. Miss Harriet "Harry" Roberts, a fervent devotee of the works of Jane Austen, was an English teacher with a penchant for quoting the celebrated novelist at the drop of a hat. Mr. Albert "Al" Collins, on the other hand, was a boisterous History teacher whose passion for the subject was infectious, capable of rousing even the most lethargic of students.
By asdasd asd3 years ago in Fiction
Born Wolf
Sylvia felt strongly drawn to him the moment she saw him. The attraction was instantaneous because he seemed to be her type. Slim and plenty of hair. And this guy did not only boast of a narrow waist but adorned it with proportional broad shoulders. He was lithe. Like a slim tiger having leisure time. Complete with a full head of stylishly bushy hair and trimmed beard. He moved with natural grace as he took a seat at the end of the bar and waited patiently as horde of party animalsa with darkened eyes yelled orders at the overworked barman whose kohl had smeared around tired red eyes. Most people in the party wore khol, which made them appear cattish. Sylvia wondered if it was a kind of a club thing. She never knew who the celebrant was or even the reason for the party. Hours ago, before she crashed this party, she was abysmally drowning in self-pity at home. Then she decided to seek out a hangout far from the area where people knew her, and where she could be unrestrictedly decadent. She found a place with loud music and poor lights. A group of party goers were drinking up a storm at a table, she sat close to them and soon struck up an irrelevant conversation with them. She eventually joined them to this party. Ordinarily Sylvia wouldn't have talked to those strange people or even go to a party she wasn't properly invited to. And the venue of the party wasn't the kind of place she would have attempted going to with strangers. It was situated in an estate still under construction at a remote part of town. She was probably suicidal that night due to the cruel rejection she had suffered earlier. Her new acquaintances, except for the drunkest of them, disappeared on her as soon as they entered the party hall. The drunk guy hung around her. She pointedly ignored him. He was of average height and stocky and odiously plastered. He disappeared many times and always reappeared with a fresh bottle of drink; a different brand from the last one. Sylvia had contented herself with a small plate of chops and a bottle of strong alcoholic wine she had snagged from one of the unattended tables as soon as she arrived with her new friends. She didn't open the bottle since its alcohol content was above her usual gauge, but as the party progressed without direction, she was forced to uncork the bottle. She wanted something milder but the stampede at the bar discouraged her. As the loud music changed to a popular hit, the drunk guy suddenly placed himself before her and leered down. 'You care for a dance?' He was moving his body side by side in a funny motion. 'No, thanks,' Sylvia replied. 'I don't want to dance.' This wasn't what she was looking for. If one must eat a frog, they better go for a juicy one. The reason for coming here was to do what she never did before: have a good time on her own and pick up a delicious guy to hang out with. That was what she wanted, as opposed to playing it safe, which she had done all her life. Look at where playing it safe got her. John betrayed her. Discarded her without remorse or even respect. Made her a laughing stock.'Why?' the drunk guy asked, taking hold of her hand. The kohl on his eyes had mixed with sweat and spreading towards his cheeks. He burped. She slipped her hand free from his sweaty clutch. She quickly scoured the hall for better entertainment and to avoid looking at the man before her when she sighted whathwhatwhath
By Benjamin george3 years ago in Fiction
Eternal Echoes
In the years that followed, the town of Jefferson embraced the legacy left by Alex and Emma. The bookstore, library, and high school bore their names, immortalizing a love that had become synonymous with the very essence of the community. The high school, now a haven for budding artists and writers, carried the spirit of Alex and Emma, inspiring new generations to dream and love fearlessly.
By Nwankwo Amarachi3 years ago in Fiction
Eternal Echoes
As the town of Jefferson embraced its role as the guardian of Alex and Emma's legacy, the love story continued to weave its magic in unexpected ways. The annual festival became a magnet for artists, writers, and dreamers from all walks of life, transforming Jefferson into a haven for those seeking inspiration and a connection to something timeless.
By Nwankwo Amarachi3 years ago in Fiction
Midnight Masquerade Magic
Once upon a time in a bustling little town nestled at the foot of the magnificent Swiss Alps, there lived a young man named Fabio Rossi. Fabio, known to his friends as "Smiling Fabio," was a fellow who could find himself in the most amusing predicaments, yet always emerged with a grin and a twinkle in his eye. His charismatic charm made him popular with the ladies, but the one true love that could set his heart aflutter remained a mystery.
By asdasd asd3 years ago in Fiction
Eternal Bonds
Kelsey had always known she was different. As a little girl, she would sit and daydream about princesses who would whisk her away to a castle in the clouds. Her parents tried to steer her towards more traditional interests, but nothing seemed to hold her attention quite like the promise of love.
By Nwankwo Amarachi3 years ago in Fiction
MOVIE NEWS
The Grove's customary cobblestone streets are adorned with an expansive red carpet surrounding the theatre, accompanied by step-and-repeat backdrops featuring the Eras Tour poster. Surrounding streets were also closed off, with an increased police presence in the vicinity. However, The Original Farmers Market, situated adjacent to The Grove, reassured its patrons through social media that it would remain open for business on Wednesday. Upon visiting, THR observed several barricades preventing Farmers Market visitors from entering The Grove, while Swift's melodies resonated through the speakers above.
By Fahima Nazneen Rahman3 years ago in Fiction
