Love
Blink of an Eye
Happy music danced through the night sky, weaving in and out of the ship’s twinkling lights and up to dance around the moon lost forever somewhere in the night. The cruise ship plowed through inky black water away from anything real, causing a cold and forceful wind.
By Colleen Sincavage3 years ago in Fiction
Last Chance
You cannot escape until you fix your mistakes and find your life’s path... A voice boomed over an intercom. Jon ran down a hall unsure of what he was running from or where he was running to. It was like a dream; one minute the world was black, and the next he was running.
By Colleen Sincavage3 years ago in Fiction
Crab and Bull
(Claws, Sea, Shell) Being a Dove, people always ask me about true love & the secret to a perfect relationship. I look every one of them in the eye & say ‘There is no such thing as a perfect relationship & the only way you find true love is to love truly.’ I explain that it is simply impossible for it to be perfect but that doesn’t mean it can’t be amazing. No one will ever be able to love another exactly the way they want, the key is to just try.
By Amber Trudeau3 years ago in Fiction
Going Home
Margaret waited until the coast was clear and pressed her frail body against the cold brick wall. She hoped if she made herself small, moved quickly and quietly, she could get to the front door un-detected. The long hall’s overhead lights were turned off to “conserve energy.” Or so the residents were told, when they pleaded to not be left alone in complete darkness. She suspected the lights were kept off so the night crew could sleep through their shifts. The only illumination for her flight, was the rusty green exit sign hanging over the porthole to her freedom. Tonight, Margaret was grateful for the green tinted darkness, that barely lit her way to the door. While enveloped in tinged shadows, Margaret, or Maggie as her beloved husband Ted called her, stopped to listen to the familiar sounds of the lonely night, one last time…
By DeEtta Miller3 years ago in Fiction
Green Light
Exhausted she fell into her chair. Her arms and legs weak from the days rigorous agenda. More tired than hungry, she opted not to eat as that would require her to move more muscles. She closed her eyes and felt her tense body relaxing. Could she even make it to her bed? She pondered a short while and gave up on the notion of moving.
By Katherine Dockery3 years ago in Fiction
UNFINISHED BUSINESS
Living as an earth-bound spirit was much like living as an outcast in society. You were invisible and nobody talked to you. Some would say that statement was a bit of an oxy-moron but Beau felt very alive despite the fact he'd been knocked down by a bus crossing the road in Shoreditch.
By Sarah Kay Thomson3 years ago in Fiction
The crimson rose
One beauitful summers night a woman strolling through the rose garden happened to come acrossed this rose, it was like no other she seen before. The beauty of the rose was appealing so drawn into its dark color that she got lost in it. The rose took her on a journey into the realms of love. The journey shown her what her heart desired and what her soul only wanted and longed for in love. The woman who was named Serenity June was enjoying the journey the rose was taking her on, she only wished to meet the one true love the one whom could unlock these desires in her life.
By Sara Kline3 years ago in Fiction
Love spells that genuinely work
Fascination spells that really work and solid spells that you can get online are very disparate in nature. Most solid fascination energies that genuinely work are not helpfully found or arranged effectively on the web or in reality.
By Prof Nsanja3 years ago in Fiction
Mea Viridis Daemonium
"There."A distant sigh of relief from Samara is heard, "That's the last of it." Setting down the red soaked paint brush next to her freshly painted summoning circle. Looking towards the book of summonings to make sure it's correctly painted on the wooden floor below. "Looks correct to me... Hopefully this works correctly." Standing up from the cold creaky floor panels, Samara brushes her knees off, picking up the book of summonings holding it open on both forearms the chant begins, "Daemon, esto subjecto voluntati meae! Attenrobendum eos, ad consiendrum, ad ligandum eos, potiter et solvendum, et ad, congregontum eos, coram me!"
By Connor Davis3 years ago in Fiction
Found Love at the Nashville Underground
It's loud at the Nashville Underground on Broadway. I’m glad to be here along with a lot of apprehension. Things on the social scene have been rather quiet and I sure do need a good time with a good looking cowboy. After Brad dumped me, literally at the altar, I’ve had a tough time crawling out of my self-pity. Yet, here I am at the Underground taking a chance.
By pamela mayer3 years ago in Fiction
The Fall
One step, one glance, one word. That's all it took for me to fall. The cracks reverberate beneath my feet, spreading outwards and reaching for him before I can stop them. Like a deadly kaleidoscope, they surround me, bigger cracks interweaving with the smaller that branch from them. Small buds of water occasionally spill from the gaps that puddle where I step and I find myself dodging more and more as I go.
By C. R. Drinkwater3 years ago in Fiction