Love
Can You Paint Me A Love Story?
On the corner of a busy and bustling city street, she saw him behind his easel as people hurriedly passed him by, almost as though he was fiercely guarded from the world around him. He smiled slightly as he clutched a paint brush in his hand and whistled a love song that could not be drowned out by the lively noises of the streets. With each brush stroke, he brought to life the waves of an ocean that were crashing harshly on the sands of a beach.
By Author Alice VL3 years ago in Fiction
The House Where Love Once Lived
She began to tremble slightly as she stood in the shade of an almost fifty-year-old oak tree and eyed the old white house on the hill. She felt a gentle breeze submerge her, before a mild shudder ran down her spine, almost as though it was welcoming her back, but at the same time, scolding her for being gone for far too long. She could have sworn that the old oak was much smaller when she used to stand at that very same spot and call out his name, not too long ago.
By Author Alice VL3 years ago in Fiction
She Came Home Today
She came home today. She couldn’t quite figure out how many sunrises she had missed, or how many sunsets there were since she had been gone. She came home today, just as she promised she would come back to when she was still a bright-eyed teenager with a million dreams, and a gazillion smiles in her heart. She came back to the village she left her soul in, just like she swore she would come back for someday. Just as soon as she had found her wonderful.
By Author Alice VL3 years ago in Fiction
Leilani
I actually recall the primary day I saw her. It was in English. She had situated herself at the front of the homeroom and I sat down straightforwardly behind her. My companion Rebecca strolled in no time flat later and seeing that there was no vacant seat close to me, looked confounded.
By waqar jameel3 years ago in Fiction
The Photograph
She keeps a photograph of him hidden in a heart-shaped locked, in a memory box lovingly carved in wood she buries deep in the back of her closet. What was once just another ordinary photograph, has turned into a token of validation for her, as the years passed her by. The heart-shaped locket carrying the treasured photograph is a reminder of a man and a moment she should have disregarded, and left tucked away in the past. A simple photograph that wonderfully freezes time for her and distances the voices around her whenever she looks at it.
By Author Alice VL3 years ago in Fiction
The Narrator's Journal
Have you ever felt a connection so strong, it defied all logic and reason? A connection that came upon you in an unexpected and inexplicable way? It is a truly baffling and overwhelming feeling to suddenly be so intricately tied to another person, to feel almost as part of their soul. It's as if you are two halves desperately seeking to be made whole, unaware of that longing and completely unprepared for when you finally meet.
By Rachal Flewellen3 years ago in Fiction
Lucifer's Witch
T he evening's sunset was a spectacular one, all of the perfect reds, oranges, yellows and a splash of pink. Hiserly Goode saw it as she entered the Date Cafe, signing in for her allowed "date". Stupid male, hadn't even showed up. Well, that just means he gets a demerit for it. That will make it harder for him to get the next date. Stupid. Hiserly collected her points for attending the "date", and left for home before the Praetorian Guards decided she needed an escort home.
By Megan Johnson3 years ago in Fiction
Tales of Bette: Robert & Ami - Matchmakers
Bette On It: Weird Adolescence. Senior Year 2003-2004. Excerpt... January 2004 In the week leading up to the dance, Mark told Robert that Bette had asked him to the Darling Dance and Robert invited them to join him, Hank, and their dates Ami and Sonja at dinner at The Lodge. Bette was happy to go with a group outside her usual group of friends. She still drove her dad's truck and picked Mark up.
By Tinka Boudit She/Her3 years ago in Fiction
Beyond Symbiotic
Today was the day. Today they would meet. Scott sighed, looking out at the seagulls in the river as they stood on old pilings, with sea lions going up and down in the water on the upriver side of the pilings. The different animals cared nothing for one another, yet they both seemed to show up in places that had pockets of fish.
By LP Steinbeck3 years ago in Fiction
In Our Nature
Growing up, I would always hear about how violent our species was. My 9th grade history teacher would say as long as there are men on earth, there will always be other men to kill them. The prediction that we would be the cause of our own demise had been made time and time again. So many times in fact, I almost feel foolish for feeling shocked the day that prediction came true. How could I be caught off guard by something that we'd been warned about over and over throughout the course of human history? Nevertheless, the day the world was set on fire, I was just as surprised as anyone else.
By Carlos Guerra3 years ago in Fiction
The Past Into The Future – When You Unexpectedly Bump Into Your Ex
Walking on the sidewalk, with her phone in her hand, holding her bag with the other hand, it is difficult to see who is coming her way. She was e-mailing one of her clients, which was a very important task to do since she became one of the best violinist in the world and there is no management who is willing to help her feed her career in the right direction, so she does everything alone until today. These managements don't believe in her approach of entrepreneurship.
By Agnes Laurens3 years ago in Fiction