Love
The 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.
By Hunter Machayla3 years ago in Fiction
The 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.
By Penelope Henain3 years ago in Fiction
The Silent Hand
The room was silent. Outside the trees creaked, the animals scurried, and the wind brushed the cares of the day down the grass-lined road. None of those sounds could penetrate into this room. She eyed the plate before her, the seemingly benign experience of sitting down for some dessert rudely interrupted.
By Brady Hollis3 years ago in Fiction
The Third Wife
Susan was a third wife with a capital T. It’s not what you would imagine though. She was not the lithe little ingénue who crept through the spaces created by men in crisis. The men were in crisis of course, but it was a far cry from the desire of a man to make himself feel younger, more powerful, more in charge. No, he needed a woman like Susan because he was adrift.
By Kat Rainbow3 years ago in Fiction
Oceanic Panic
The sun beamed down upon the clear blue currents, sending rays of light into unknown depths of the ocean. Beaded droplets of water fell effortlessly from my wine glass onto my light denim capris. There was no wind and the scarlet red nail polish on my toenails appeared to create its own flame as my sandals sat snuggly upon my suntanned feet. It was hot, and the weather provided no remorse for its patrons.
By MK Colbert3 years ago in Fiction
True Love
“Get up, bitch. We are going to the beach.” Tammy was always ready to go to the beach and today was the perfect day to get a tan. “Tommy and Gary are going to meet us there. If we are lucky, we might just get lucky later. So, move your ass and get ready.”
By Aaron Gensel3 years ago in Fiction