Love
The Adventure of a Lifetime
It was advertised as "The Adventure of a Lifetime." I had recently graduated from college with a degree in Spanish and had no idea what to do next. In great need of an adventure, I called the number on the Ad. The phone was answered by what sounded like a very attractive woman named Sophia. Hello, may I help you? she responded. I'm calling in response to your solicitation for a Bilingual Assistant to accompany you on the adventure of a lifetime!
By Dr. David Yates3 years ago in Fiction
April 4th
“So, you’re at this again?” she asked. “Glutton for punishment?” She leaned back in her chair. “What do you mean?” He folded the eggs and flour together while leaning over to read the recipe. “This is a joyous moment.” Flour and milk spotted the countertop. He bore down on the spoon.
By James Henderson 3 years ago in Fiction
Her Path
I'm at the end of this bad turn of luck she thought as she sat quietly of a rock by the lake listening to the birds splashing every little while searching for food. The water was smooth and the air was clean. Finally the peace she had been trying to find, after all her plate had been pretty full this past year, and truth be told it should be cold and snowy this time of year.
By Karen Ferguson3 years ago in Fiction
Batair and Mira: A Love Story
Widespread disease, misuse of environmental resources, and corruption in government spending that led to bankruptcy and loss of medical and other services had threatened the survival of the human race. People were dying by the millions. Every available plot of land was used to bury bodies. Some died from exposure to bacteria, bloodborne viruses, and gastrointestinal infections transmitted during the handling of so many corpses. Many others just committed suicide because they could no longer deal with so much death.
By Nedra Epps3 years ago in Fiction
Ingredients for a Cake
“You don’t put blueberries in chocolate cake” A statement of fact, seemingly as obvious as cats don’t fly. I didn’t need to look at Adam to read the disdain in his eyes. This was his middle management voice, condescending with a hint of false compassion. Dreams of fat slices of chocolate, blueberry cake evaporate. My finger pushes a grain of sugar across the table into a pool of warm coffee. I watch it disintegrate. A sweet death I almost envy.
By Kristen Haveman3 years ago in Fiction
What Happened to the Witch That Saved the World
Scarred hands shook with nerves as they reached for the clothespins securing the white bed sheet to the line. The sleeves of her tunic slid down revealing more scars ringed around her wrists from where shackles used to tear into her skin. They matched the marks around her ankles as well which she kept covered with stockings.
By Taylor Westwood3 years ago in Fiction
THE PEN PALS
A letter dated November 6, 1975, the same day I left Trinidad, was the first one I received after my Trinidad trip. She wrote, “It seems as though you have cast a spell on us, everyone is only talking about you while I am listening almost in tears. I can’t forget you; your face seems to appear in front of me and your voice could still be heard.” She continued, “I told my parents that you would like to marry me, they were delighted to hear this news and wish to know why you did not tell them before your departure. They think you might change your mind after some time. I do trust and believe that you were serious. You are very handsome and intelligent; do you change your mind?” I wish I could find my reply to this letter; most likely I must have assured her that I loved her dearly and that I am very serious about marrying her. I must have informed her that the Ramcharan family should not have any doubt about it. She reminded me of a simple incident and her feelings for me, “Do you remember your friend’s relatives down in Fyzabad, in south Trinidad? When you told them that I am very shy etc. somehow, I felt very close to you but at the same time could not express myself. You should know I wanted to say many things to you but felt embarrassed, don’t know why I am always like that, I hope to change sometime.” I always noticed her shyness, but I too was very shy to have expressed my true feelings for her in presence of Rajesh, Dolly, and other family members. We were never alone together till the very last night before my departure from Trinidad. We had so many things to talk and share; we never got a chance.
By Arun Kumar Ph. D.3 years ago in Fiction
The Scars of Runaway Bay
The summer sun was just beginning to set as I finished the last of my makeup. Rays of diminishing sunlight were finally giving up and the air began to cool. The anxiousness of preparing myself took a moment to settle within me. I hadn’t felt that way in years. The feeling was coupled with an inherited sadness and caution. I recalled the times when my now ex-husband used to make me feel this way. I summoned the will to forget that for the time being and decided to take back the moment.
By Sherman B. Mason3 years ago in Fiction
Leelee the Contented Dachshund Chocoholic Dog!
Leelee the Contented Dachshund Chocoholic Dog I base this story on my beloved dachshund Leelee. Her love for chocolate was more human than a dog. Leelee is long gone, but still holds a place in my heart. She loved anything chocolate. Leelee was a chocoholic dog.
By Brenda Fluharty3 years ago in Fiction
The Ladies of the Warehouse
“I’m glad you felt well enough to come,” Jimmy said as they stepped out into the cloudy summer heat that would never feel like Valentine’s Day to Kathy. “I’d have hated to have to look at Mrs. Blodgett laid out in there alone. What a bloody awful day for a funeral.”
By David A. Bede3 years ago in Fiction