Love
Nancy
Nancy Austin was a pretty girl, shy and sweet. Her strawberry blonde hair was cropped at her chin, and her wide eyes and perfect skin made her look like a porcelain doll. She dressed in pastel colors, and had a beautiful smile. Still, she didn’t have many friends. There was always something distant about her, like she didn’t belong.
By Eleanor Wells3 years ago in Fiction
The Pain Of Love
The morning sun peeks through the curtains. I lay there half covered after tossing and turning all night. I get up and stroll to the coffee pot and then out to the patio. The trees are green and blocking the earliest rays of the sun, just the green traffic light and the occasional car. I can see my neighbor's house, and I watch him stir, walking out to get the morning paper and then give me a quick wave. He is a beautiful man, a tall blond Australian, and newly divorced. I have tried to find out why he wound up getting a divorce from his wife, but no one seems to know.
By Jeff Johnson3 years ago in Fiction
Queen of Hearts...
She sat, uninspired at the choice of men. They were pretty to look at sometimes but for the most part they were dumb. Dumb to the point she was sick of it. Over two years of the good ones disappearing and her need for someone on her level left her exhausted. With the sex drive of a succubus, and untouched by anything that that would do it even for a Plain Jane she needed something different. Fantasies of men she had once met randomly were not doing it. She needed someone to fix well everything. She hated depending on anyone for anything but the universe had gone insane.
By Justice for All3 years ago in Fiction
An Antique (Gay) Love Story
PART I: LOVELY ANTIQUITIES Antique stores are places where formerly cherished things go to be cherished once again, by another lover. On the 5th day of October, Carter Jones and James Brown found themselves in the same antique store. Carter Jones, donning a loose sweater and tight jeans was looking amongst the old typewriters and electric retro tea kettles for glass jars and bottles to fill with various crystals and incense, he was a major hippie.
By Andrew Clark3 years ago in Fiction
We Used to Meet by the Pear Tree
We used to meet by the pear tree. It was atop a steep hill; exhausting to reach, but worth the mild suffering for the view. We felt like we could see everything! The fields of green that went on and on, the apple trees, our farm house, the neighboring houses...
By Katie Gabbard3 years ago in Fiction
A Love Frozen in Time
I take a sip from my light blue mug filled to the brim with delicious hot cocoa and feel the marshmallows stick to my lip as the liquid burns the roof of my mouth. I breathe and watch as my breath mists over the hot beverage and floats up slowly to the darkening sky outside the window, where clouds cover the orange glow of the setting sun. I close my fingers around the edge of the mug, absorbing all the heat that I possibly can before I go out and face the harsh cold of winter. I take a look at the world outside my window and watch as the people of this small town hurriedly get to their destination while bundled away in coats and parkas. They briefly pause to nod their hellos and goodbyes to the familiar faces but continue marching along to get out of the cold. Scarves fly behind them as if they planned a cape to be a part of their wardrobe, and the tops of their heads buried into their hats, such as a turtle would burrow up in his shell. I can hear the crunch of the snow under their boots by just looking at the movement, and it brings me to a place of nostalgia. It brings me to a time of childhood wonderment as my snow boots crushed through blank, untouched fields of snow, marking my footprint as the first sign of life. I smile, thinking back to a time of simplicity, rolling my eyes to the many days when I envied adults and wished I was my own independent being already. God, I wished I could take it back and travel back in time to relive the golden days where my only worry was the homework assignment that had been due the next day.
By Brianna Kot3 years ago in Fiction
True Love's Reach
I knew this night was going to be different. I knew from sitting in the car outside my cousin’s house, things were going to change. There was a relentlessness in the air. I could not tell why I wanted my cousin to get out of the car, but I just wanted to go home. My fiancé, Derek, and I had argued earlier as he thinks I take everything I have for granted, and I just wanted to finish talking. I couldn’t even focus on the conversation my cousin was trying to have with me as he was busy trying to ask me to come around more, since we live up the street from each other, yet we had not seen each other in years. Honestly, I do not care to reconnect with family. I have never been close to them. I am more interested in becoming part of Derek’s family than my own. The windows were slightly down so we could feel the change in temperature. It was getting cold, so I told him, “It’s about to rain, and it’s late. I need to get home.” I knew he was going to give me a tough time about ending our conversation, but instead I saw the yellow undertone, in his melanin skin, be flushed out by a blanket of white fear. I did not hear anything, I felt it. It hit me. I touched my head to find out what had hit me in the head so hard, but there was nothing there. I looked outside my window. I did not see anything. I looked back at the passenger seat for my cousin, but he had vanished. I thought to myself, my drink must have been spiked at my aunt’s house. Damn! Let me go home and sleep it off. As I walked up to my front door and put the key in the lock, I heard a strange voice saying, “Miss Elliott! Can you hear me?” I turned around, but no one was there. I rushed into my house, truly hoping someone I love was playing a sick prank on me because I had never heard that woman’s voice before. I locked the door behind me, grabbed my gun, and frantically checked the house for intruders. It was only then, did I notice this was not a prank – my beloved guard dog and trained emotional support animal, Prince, was gone. My anxiety arose instantly. I would have shot myself, in that moment in a panic, but I felt a blast of freezing air. Then I felt my body go numb limb by limb. It was in that moment I knew I was going to awaken to a nightmare, and I knew my drink had been spiked. As my body hit the ground, in what seemed like slow motion, I heard a man’s voice say, “Miss Elliott can you hear me?” I knew I was hallucinating, but when my head hit the floor, I heard a drilling sound then I had the worst migraine I have ever had. I thought my head was going to explode. The pain made me wish I were dead.
By Diamond Elliott3 years ago in Fiction
Reflections
He is 80 and I am 72 now, but we are still just as crazy about each other as we were when we met at the young ages of 33 and 25, respectively. The year is now 2064. I cannot help but look at life differently now. The kids have grown and started to become gray like us. As we sit in our backyard for our granddaughter’s wedding, I could not be prouder of our lives. I am also quite proud of myself because I helped plan a gorgeous wedding. She picked the perfect day to have it too – springtime, March to be exact. We were so excited, when she asked if she could have her wedding here, but who wouldn’t want to? The view, from the mountains here in San Fran, is like no other plus the venue was free so clearly the baby is smart. We renewed our vows in this same spot when we moved here. You see, when we got married, we went to the J.O.P. because we were so focused on saving money and never cared to make a spectacle of ourselves, but we went on an amazing honeymoon. I still cannot believe he agreed to leave the states for that long.
By Diamond Elliott3 years ago in Fiction
El Amor. Top Story - August 2021.
Mariposa sat at the small table in a café in Tarragona, Spain, patiently awaiting her date's arrival and hoping he would appear soon. Tarragona, though somewhat small, was a busy city due to the bullfights, and it was possible that Santiago had been delayed by unforeseen events since he worked at the Tarraco Arena where the bullring was located. Mariposa reassured herself he would arrive shortly. He had promised her that tonight would be a very special evening. The two had known each other for a year, but they had never been on an actual date until this evening.
By Cindy Calder3 years ago in Fiction
Raging Mind
I can feel an itch between my shoulder blades, a heaviness in my chest, as I try to occupy my hands and mind before I give too much thought to the things I actually need to focus on. My upcoming move? No. My first time moving in with a romantic partner? No. My need for a full time job again? No. I need to pack for my move and apply to jobs. I need to apply myself to pack and pack my mind with maturity to apply to a job.
By Ariana GonBon3 years ago in Fiction