Love
Follow Your Heart
“Just come with me. Please, trust me, and come with me.” I’ll never forget the words she said that day. My mother was leaving to start a new life in a new place. At 18, and fresh out of high school, I was certain I’d figured everything out and had no interest in leaving. I had a boyfriend, a job and an offer to move in with him instead of following HER dreams. I had my own and they were with him.
Natalie FremontPublished 3 years ago in FictionA simple story
so, here I am, a young woman with a lot of life ahead of me, writing a simple story of a man whom I loved and lived for. I thought I could say the same for him yet his unpredictability and actions have caused my belief to fade.
Amy benfieldPublished 3 years ago in FictionTo Be Again
A tear slid out of her eye. Not crying. Just the water of emotion ebb and tide: to receive and then to release. His body turned and he slowly moved to stand beside her: a bodyguard to the princess or warrioress as she was. He calmly wrapped an arm around her waist. Silence. It slid down on her hip. She stiffened. She always did. The demons of her traumas aware, awake and tense. So tense he noted. He hated him. Hated the aftermath of the years of hate. Hated the blood that poured from the wound. She was so strong. She didn’t realize that. She’s so damn strong said his mind but his heart argued again and following his heart he pulled her head in under his chin. It was time, long overdue.
Christina PetersPublished 3 years ago in FictionIn The Age of Love and Lost Dreams
Our name was Georgia. I was never given a name, but that’s what I would have been called, at that time, because at that time I was hers.
Lijah SampsonPublished 3 years ago in FictionDo You Love Me
I got this for you! I said almost yelling! "I cannot accept it," she said as I slid the heart-shaped locket that had her name engraved across the counter. After what seemed like an eternity of back and forth, she took the locket and put it to the side of the counter with reluctance. I stood there feeling like a zombie. I felt like someone had pulled the wool from my eyes, I felt that I was the bud of all jokes. Could this be real? Could this be happening? The woman I had just declared my undying love to not only a few months ago was shattering my heart into tiny confetti-like pieces.
Lisa SlaterPublished 3 years ago in FictionForbidden Fruit
I will never forget how small she looked, standing there alone in the middle of the room, the white prisoner’s uniform sagging on tiny shoulders. The clink of her shackles, an unworldly jingle in the silent courtroom.
Pixelated Letters
Pixelated Letters It’s the middle of summer. My birthday is in 6 days, and I am daydreaming about returning home. I am daydreaming about the school yard I grew up on and sleeping through the night without a night terror concerning your death.
Kristine HarveyPublished 3 years ago in FictionHer & I
Her chest felt pale and sticky under me as I was sinking into her. If you were to lift me, I’d leave a heart-shaped mark on her chest. It was my spot; It showed that I will always be there with her. Speaking of heart, I remember when hers used to beat. It was when she was with her family. I’m talking about before she tested positive, before her coughs, before her fevers, and before her pneumonia.
Sterson StephaPublished 3 years ago in FictionHappy Earth Day
It’s Earth Day, 7 A.M., 2092. Morgan hands me a small box with my name on it in faded ink. It’s cute, sure, but I hate gifts. Morgan knows I hate gifts. Who has the time? I sit up in my cot and accept his present. Violent explosions and the sounds of whirring missiles shooting by our shelter vibrate the very air around yet here he is, box in hand. Smile on face.
Aldon StilesPublished 3 years ago in FictionScarlet
Before I met Natalie, I thought of weddings as selfish affairs. Only the married folks in attendance can really appreciate all of the expensive, colorful things on display. The rest of us just sort of sit and wait for the thin slice of enjoyable time between the ceremony and the part where everyone who sees in color takes over the dance floor. Then we watch them glide around in black and white. It's unbearably classy.
Steven A JonesPublished 3 years ago in FictionLove as Fuel for Living
A peaceful day fishing with Angel… sure, she was annoyed because we were late to the docks and she was hungry. And maybe I’m not the best at planning events, but it’s the thought that counts, right? We didn’t come across a lot of fish that summer day in June, but man I did feel more in love than I ever felt in my life. God, I miss that woman… I can hear her voice speaking to me now… “Baby I love you,” in a sort of melancholy, sing-song tone that is layered with her acknowledgement of the mistakes of my past. “Baby, I love you.” “Baby, I love you.” “Baby, the island man.” Okay now I’m confused… “A remote island, man!” I awoke, startled, to Jack pacing around our shelter. He stops, turns to me, and opens his eyes wide. “Man, you know how much of the world is still undiscovered? I mean, I remember reading about some guy from like 50 years ago who took a boat off the shore of Mexico and was lost at sea for over 400 days. Over 400 days, man! That’s more than a year. No one was able to find him until he landed in the Marshall Islands.” “Can I have a second, Jack… I just woke up” I mumbled, almost incoherently. I haven’t been sleeping much lately. Jack comes closer. “No man, you DON’T get it. We could get a boat --a nice boat-- and just leave this place. No one would find us. We could find an uninhabited island. Live our lives out. Maybe bring some girls with us.” I had heard enough. “Get a fucking grip. We have to get to the safe zone.”
Harrison BonillaPublished 3 years ago in FictionBRAVE LOVE
Once upon a time, in a magical land called Atlantis, two enlightened souls lived in harmony in an enchanted world. Atlantis was an advanced civilization where all humans were divine souls. It was like heaven on earth. True love was possible, and creativity was considered genius. Wealth was abundant and available to everyone. Each person was with their one true love, a mystical soul designed to be the perfect match for just them. There was no anger, jealousy, violence until one day, things began to change.
Kerissa KuisPublished 3 years ago in Fiction