Love
Bridal Gift
It was common knowledge that the Smiths and the Wardens hated each other. This was what Elisha Warden reflected on as he picked his way over the ancient debris. Despite being surrounded by relics of a bygone age, rife with risk and reward, his family’s feud was what occupied Eli’s head.
Hayden DillardPublished 3 years ago in FictionDeveloping a Taste for Coffee
He hadn’t been there forever. He wasn’t like most people in the town, where their ancestors settled in the town and the family never left. He had arrived the winter before last in a modest carriage drawn by a horse that wasn’t anything to brag about. It was clear that even though he was from the big city near them, Coremont, he didn’t necessarily make big city money. His brown tweed jacket was worn and had a small hold in the left shoulder, something that could have been fixed if he had the time to do so, and he hadn’t bought a house when he moved into the small town of Darley. Instead, he converted the lab of the previous doctor that was above the office into a small apartment.
Madelyn HIxPublished 3 years ago in FictionHeart Song
I woke up to the sound of birds singing and their song sent a stab through my heart. It was one of those days where the beauty that remained of my surroundings was a painful reminder of what had been and what was lost.
Laura LeitePublished 3 years ago in FictionMidland
The pink child sized roller suitcase disappeared around the end of the hallway beyond security as a smack to her temple woke her. She blinked sleepily, pulling her mind back from the airport to focus on the orange dust streaming outside the aluminum framed window which had become her accidental pillow. The bus bounced again, and she rubbed at her eyes, clearing the grit. Her skin felt a size too small, lips stuck together. There was no way of knowing how long she’d slept. Fully awake, she checked the silver heart, sliding it back and forth on the ribbon around her neck. Uncurling, her knees crunched complaining about the extended time bent against the pebbly green seat in front of her. Sleep had come with her head on her backpack, but even slumping over unconscious she hadn’t let the canvas out of her grip. The water in her bottle was flat and hot, but she swished it thoroughly before swallowing.
Timber HolmesPublished 3 years ago in FictionMouse and Bat
As the winter’s grip gently releases the spring warmth, black silhouette of winged flying mice begin to appear in the evening skies as they swoon, swoop and soar for tiny flying morsels. A long hibernation has come to an end.
Daniel LestrudPublished 3 years ago in FictionThe Heart Shaped Key
I woke up to the sounds of my wife coughing up a storm. “Jesus Christ, Ashlee!” I said in my raspy, dry voice. “I’m sorry! But my asthma has been acting up for days now, and I ran out of the last inhaler we managed to find a few months ago.” She replied while covering her mouth to keep her coughing from disturbing me further.
Patrick MourinPublished 3 years ago in FictionThe Hunt for Love
The Hunt for Love “So, the camera’s straight ahead but look at me when you’re answering the questions. Okay?” Lucy nodded.
Rebecca GrahamPublished 3 years ago in FictionGood Morning
He entered the kitchen, the smell of bacon and eggs fills the air, two empty plates sit on the table as a woman sways to a song as she cooks. He approaches her from behind and wraps his arms around her waist. She lets out a tiny scream in shock but quickly settles into his embrace.
Kenneth ReavesPublished 3 years ago in FictionThe Fall
It was inevitable, I suppose. For the world as we recognized it to perish. For life with any semblance of normalcy to simply cease to exist. Because for years tensions had gradually increased, threatening to annihilate any false belief we held about our dominant social systems.
Carly HoodPublished 3 years ago in FictionA New Year Disaster
December 30, 2029 ‘What a fucking decade,’ I think to myself. I can’t believe I survived a couple global pandemics, extreme weather, mass shootings and war. Honestly, after I caught COVID in undergrad, I thought I was out for the count, but then I met her, my fiancée Elaine. Her beautiful tanned skin and loose light brown curls make my heart sing. It makes me wonder what she sees in my pasty white ass, but nevertheless she’s mine. We’ve hit a bit of a rough patch but hopefully she will come with me to my friend’s New Year’s party tomorrow.
Amanda MillsPublished 3 years ago in FictionThe Red Locket
My name is Joseph and I was a part of the second generation of colonists on Orion, we were called the Tatski Hara. I’m writing this from the heart of the Tyran Forest, in one of the Tatski Hara’s tree-bases. One of the medics suggested I write about what happened in order to handle my PTSD, so why not start at the beginning?
Connor RillingPublished 3 years ago in FictionRebirth
Rebirth A healthy mind does not ponder whether a current day is its last. Even if one lives like it, one does not truly think of the possibility; the real chance of the end of their continuity is not measurable. Every second is a gamble, every moment another step into uncertainty. Each of us were dedicated to our singular way of life, whatever it may have been. Some chose to follow their careers, some focused on building a family and setting loose upon the world a new generation. Some prefered the evolution of their education, while others simply existed, unmoving. Most didn’t think of everything they’ve worked hard for being torn away. The majority of people didn’t ponder whether their family would be ruined overnight. It was incredibly easy to put the thought of individual expiration into an after-thought; to shove it into a mental lockbox never or only rarely to be opened.
Gabrien SummersPublished 3 years ago in Fiction