Love
The green light of love
It was a normal Monday morning in the heart of America - Ohio. The birds were chirping, the sky was blue, and the trees were turning a slight color of auburn as it was an october day. I was a young girl just out of college on her way to her first day at her brand new job.I started driving down the highway and I made it to your typical street light which was red at the time. Five minutes had passed and it seemed like we might be here for a while as it looked like they were doing stop and checks and there were like 50 cars ahead of me. First thing I did was pull out my phone and call my boss to let her know what was going on and she said just get here when you can. After that call was made I started to relax as I now knew I would'nt be getting in trouble for being late on my first day. I kept looking in front of me as the cars slowly started to diminish in front of me. What I saw in front of me I couldn't believe. Fabian Lee. My old best friend from high school who I hadn't seen in years as he had moved away in junior year and we had lost touch. I pulled up to the light as it was finally my turn, rolled down my window and looked at the police officer and he looked at me. OMG isabel is that you?
By Hannah Lovell3 years ago in Fiction
The Key To Her Heart
It took the coldest winter in a century for me to find out who my Dad was. I grew up in London, the only child of a single parent, my Mum. I asked about Dad from time to time, as kids will, and Mum would only say Dad had died. She never told me more and refused to discuss him. As far as I knew, we had no other relatives, either. There were always friends, and I remember lots of laughter and good company, but no family.
By Andy Killoran3 years ago in Fiction
The people with painted skin
"Mummy tell me the story" "Tell me the story!" The little girl squeal. her mother laughs "which one" she said "the people with painted skin" she whispered as of telling a precious secret. "hmm? don't recall that one" the mother said feigneing confused
By Kendrix Yasir3 years ago in Fiction
Maya’s Smile
On the last day of summer, I watched over the lake. The breeze skipped over the pale waves, chopping them into little ripples. The sun was setting, and the orange light began to fade into a dark blue dusk. I sat alone on the lakefront taking in the warm air. After school I would always go there to get away from home a little longer. It wasn’t that a disliked being there; I just enjoyed the peace and quiet of being away from the commotion. The breeze was gently brushing against my face like a feather when suddenly I heard a voice behind me.
By Christian Johnston3 years ago in Fiction
The Green Light at The End of The Storm
The sound of rain pattered against the hood of Claire's beat up old Honda. She sat listening to the sound as she wondered how her husband Mark would react to the news. 120 seconds is a long time to sit and ponder when your dreams are coming true. She imagined what would happen once that red light turned green.
By Crystal Nicole3 years ago in Fiction
My Charming Vegan
It was the winter of 2007 and another cold, damp day in March. I had been separated from my husband for over a year now, and I began to fall into the same old habits. My monotonous pattern was one that occurred every Friday evening. It actually excited me…a trip to Hollywood Video, a bowl of popcorn (heavily salted, of course) and my Boxer, Bandit, on my lap perfectly completed my peaceful and cozy evening.
By Lori Armstrong3 years ago in Fiction
His Wife Asked If We Could Be "Just Friends"
When I stopped speaking to him, I constantly worried that I might run into him somewhere. I kept imagining scenarios where I'd be out to dinner with friends and look up to see Jack across the restaurant, or I'd be at a gas station and he'd pull up to the pump next to mine, or something. But as months went by without incident, the less I thought about it - it hadn't happened yet, so it wasn't likely to. We clearly had lives that were different enough, separate enough, that simply ending our connection was enough to cut off contact completely. Sometimes that made me sad, but mostly I figured it was a good thing. It saved me from unplanned interactions with Jack; I didn't know how those would go anymore.
By Shea Keating3 years ago in Fiction