Love
I Love You, Samantha
I don’t believe it!! This is not happening!! Am I dreaming? My thoughts started to swirl together, as if an F5 Tornado had touched down in my head. I winced from pinching my forearm, causing a sharp pain that tingled as it spread through the nerves up my arm, like wildfire. This can’t be real; I won’t accept it. I can’t handle this.
By Deecan Frost3 years ago in Fiction
Lover's Festival
A farmer's daughter was so fair, and a banker's son was so charming; to be wed only in death's bed. These lyrics have always haunted my thoughts of love. I suppose they shaped my childhood notions. It was the rhyme we all heard as children in our small town. They sang it every year for the Lover’s Festival. The town had turned an old lover’s fable into hopeful merriment. We sang, we made wishes, and we prayed for love.
By Meredith Lawless3 years ago in Fiction
The Wish
Alaric was always pleased by the autumn time. For some reason the season warmed his inner soul. He would often imagine being embraced by the soft coziness of the inside, while acknowledging the growing cold that intensified outside. This gave Alaric peace. However, with the summer having left, so too went Alaric's bright & sunny mood.
By MONSTRONIKMEHMPYOTETKA3 years ago in Fiction
Becky's Dance
Becky Jade loved dancing. She loved the emotions of happiness and joy that it evoked in her. She stood on the dancefloor unaware of the time that had flown by, spinning, pirouetting, floating, stretching every single part of her body to its limits. She had been dancing for over an hour alone, in that dance hall, but she didn't care as long as she could dance. There was nothing in this world that filled Becky Jade's heart more than dancing. Dancing ignited her heart and soul and floated her body way above the stars. It enabled her to reach limits that were above and beyond the earth, space and heavens.
By Carol Townend3 years ago in Fiction
A Woman and Her Man
The Grand Canyon didn’t hold me. It chewed me up and spit me out. I felt different after—not just physically. Something had shifted within me. I woke early the next morning and stood again at the precipice. The sun rose over the canyon in stages, illuminating each layer of rock in turn. Purple and burgundy faded into orange and umber.
By Christine Reed3 years ago in Fiction