Love
Beautiful Treasure
Within an old cardboard box, hidden away in some dark and dusty corner of life, I happed upon a most curious and precious thing! Wrapped in a brown paper bag of sorrow, sitting lonely and defeated, was a mysterious, faded and enigmatic jewel. This once loved treasure had been cast aside like a raggedy toy because the beholder tired of amusing themselves with it. It lay abandoned, broken, and shabby, left to some lonely remembrance.
Paula-Maree CavenettPublished 3 years ago in FictionThe Bakery
The bells above the door chimed just as I turned the corner to see who my next customer was. It was him. He’d only been in a few times since the bakery opened, but his presence was unforgettable. “Good afternoon, welcome to The Bakery” The words flew out of my mouth on autopilot. He strolled to the counter and smiled. He was taller than most, his face was worn from years on the ranch, and his beautiful blue eyes captured you instantly. I peeled my eyes away when I realized I was staring at him. He let out a chuckle and stuck his hand out to shake mine. “I’m Luke Anderson ma’am”. Jesus, even his name was gorgeous. I took his hand in mine, “Paige Kinsington” I replied. He smiled and held my hand a few seconds longer than normal. When he let go, he wiped his hand on the thigh of his jeans, leaving white powder in its place. “Oh, I am so sorry, I was baking when I heard the door chime and forgot to wash my hands.” Wow, great job P, I thought to myself. He laughed it off and strolled over to the case of freshly baked cakes. “Are these made fresh daily?” He questioned. My feet were stuck to the ground, this man had me in such an awe, I was frozen. “Um..I...Yes, I make them every morning.” I finally choked out. Geez, why did he have such an effect on me, this never happened to me. Especially after the tragedy of a relationship I’d left back home in Boston. Texas was my fresh start and no man would make me feel that way again. But he was different, the feeling was different, I was captivated by his charm, his looks, and God that accent. “Amazing!” He paused and bent to get a closer look. “I’ll take your favorite of the bunch” he exclaimed. My brain finally came back to reality and got my feet moving. “That would be the Death by Chocolate, Mr. Anderson” I smiled as I made my way behind the counter where he was standing. He grinned and pulled out his wallet, “I’ll take it”. I continued to box the cake and ring up his total. He paid and turned to leave, my head willing my mouth to say something, but when I opened it, nothing came out. He stopped just short of the door, turned “see you tomorrow Ms. Kinsington” he muttered with the tip of his hat. I smiled and waved softly as I watched him walk out the door.
The Barista
The Barista Today is the day, Today I will finally ask her out. That is all I can think about as I slowly crawl out of bed. Today is the last chance I have; Today is Emma’s last day of work. Next to my job there is a small coffee shop, I usually go there on my lunch break, and I always order the same thing. One large caramel latte, with a small slice of chocolate cake. Every time I go, there is always the same barista working, we usually have small quick conversations as I order, and she always makes my day so much better. Her long blonde hair is usually tied back and strung through her work hat, her beautiful blue grey eyes always looking around making sure everything is running smoothly, she always smiles at me when she hands me my food and drink, and there is always a small new drawing on the cup that usually isn’t very good drawn on there. But honestly those little drawing and the way she just lights up the room is the real reason I go back; she is the reason I go back. She makes the day go by faster and helps me forget about everything I am going through at work that day. I work as a writer for the LA times and my day usually consists of writing, rewriting, and proofing stories from myself and my peers.
Richard QuinterosPublished 3 years ago in FictionA Nature Study In The Woods
It was early morning on the second day of their long weekend getaway. The first day hardly counted since they got in late and managed only to put away the groceries, grill a couple of burgers, and go to bed . The bed wasn’t the best, Monica reflected. Who has a double bed in this day and age? But, if the bed was any larger, there wouldn’t even be room for the one small chest that was the only other furniture in the bedroom. Hugh had described his family’s cabin as ‘rustic’ but ‘primitive’ was more apt.
Valerie KittellPublished 3 years ago in FictionTrue Love
I just stare at the figure in front of me. He should be dead but he is standing in front of me. Walking towards me with the same look he used to have when he would “visit” me in my room at night.
Aaron GenselPublished 3 years ago in FictionThe Purple Bookshelf
He asks me why I keep my ex partners on a shelf, old and tattered bindings with the title text wearing off. "I keep these books to remember how to feel" I say, with a deep sureness.
Jaded Savior BlogPublished 3 years ago in FictionSilver Linings
Silver Linings The staff scurried about the cafe cleaning tables as patrons finished their meals, refilling the condiments, and prepping everything for the next wave of diners. The cafe sat at the corner of Main & 1st Street so for a lot of people it was on their way to and from work. The breakfast rush was over, with the exception of a few lingering stragglers, but the lunch time stampede would soon start rolling in.
Jackson HowlPublished 3 years ago in FictionA Woman and her Van... I mean man?
Summer was getting on into fall when I left Frankie’s place. I considered driving to New England to see the leaves change but decided on Colorado instead. I had always loved aspens and wanted to see them in their golden glory.
Christine ReedPublished 3 years ago in FictionThe Frozen Heart
John was there once again staring at the blank slate of his canvas. The daunting task of painting the beauty of a lake weighed heavy on his heart. He had only just started to paint and felt that if he started something so large, he would eventually give up and move on. The only option John really had was to simply start on his project. It was a beautiful day outside with the sun shining through the leaves, casting little stars on the ground below.
Aidan SchultzPublished 3 years ago in FictionWhat She's Having
The alarm rang at 7am. Danny tried to ignore it, holding tightly to a dream that quickly faded from memory. He clenched his eyes shut and tried to return to where he left off, but he had forgotten far too much already. Monday, 7:02 AM, time for coffee.
Ryan BarbinPublished 3 years ago in FictionThe Girl in the Converses
There wasn't much to do in the sleepy town of Baylor. A weird name, I know. We were known for our sandy white beaches and the crazy senior week parties. The police presence was virtually nonexistent, and Ryan down at the liquor store would sell to anyone as long as you made it worth the trouble. My point is, this was a typical town. Nothing exciting happened, and I was counting the days until August 14th.
Hunter MachaylaPublished 3 years ago in FictionThe Darkness
“Wake up, Wake up Mummy please. You need to wake up” The cries of 9-year-old Julia wailed through the empty house with not a person to respond for miles. The lifeless body of the Childs mother lay there slightly curled up on the once crisp white leather lounge before the darkness had come. Only the sounds of what sounded like whispers from beyond the darkness could be heard, but never did they come into the darkness.
Penelope HenainPublished 3 years ago in Fiction