Love
A Bulls#*t Love Story
"Babe, you home? I got us Chinese food," Z called out as he entered the apartment. "Chelsea?" Z placed the takeout bag on the counter and walked into the bedroom. Chelsea wasn't there, but he saw that the closet door was open and her clothes were all missing. He walked back into the kitchen and noticed a note on the fridge.
By Ryan Barbin aka “Dirt”3 years ago in Fiction
Raphael
She didn’t see the moment Rafael fell, but she felt it, and smelt it, and tasted it. The smell of fresh cut grass filled her nostrils. She always hated that smell. It reminded her of the summer of 2008 and she did not want to relive that moment again. The taste of bile and copper grew in her mouth until it turned her stomach.
By Jennifer Miller3 years ago in Fiction
I Faced My Fear By Falling In Love With You
I am a girl born and made in the dessert. Prickly pear cacti, dunes, auburn rock formations and no green in sight made the landscape of the place I call home. Heat was the only element I had a keen sense of awareness of, an element I knew how to handle.
By Maya Papaya 3 years ago in Fiction
Pera Mágica
I wasn't born to live an ordinary life. The thing I adore about creativity is that there's no limit. There is something so beautiful about dancing with our imagination, without holding back, without fearing judgment, but losing ourselves to something that is beyond logical explanation...
By Sienna Blackwood3 years ago in Fiction
Maybe Tomorrow, Maybe Not
Angela sat on the park bench next to the frozen lake. The breeze was picking up and stung her cheeks, and the tips of her ears. You could hear faint cracks coming from the ice occasionally if you sat long enough, it truly wasn’t winter anymore, and the ice was hanging on longer than usual this year. Any day now and it would be separating into sheets that got progressively smaller and just became floating chunks of ice, soon to disappear as if they never were there.
By Dick Bachman3 years ago in Fiction
Affair? WTF said gently under my breath
Just because I am successful, beautiful and accomplished....AND SINGLE...does not mean I NEED to have an 'Affair'. Although you are 6ft 3inches of perfect sinew and muscle rippling gorgeousness...WITH RESPONSIBILITIES....you need to keep your distance.
By Novel Allen3 years ago in Fiction
She Made the Best Fried Eggs
Morning came with the smell of bacon. The hiss and spit of oil finally waking her up; the birds screaming love songs directly outside her window helped. Ava was still tired. She hadn’t gone to bed late, hadn’t woken up early, but it was hard to keep her eyes open. She wasn’t quite sure she wanted to be awake.
By Bethany Osguthorpe3 years ago in Fiction