Love
You weren't there.
I turned away from him and grabbed hold of the edge of the kitchen bench. Willing that it would support me throughout this night. I had been cooking us some dinner when he arrived home. Drenched from the downpour that was slashing at our window. He had thrown the incriminating photos on the table demanding answers. I knew what the photos contained, after all I was there myself. Intoxicated, upset and looking for some affection I had found myself at an old friend's place. As if in a movie scene, the kiss happened and then the realization snapped. A moment too late but with the precise timing of the camera flash. I had run out of there, dazed and confused, stumbled my way onto a street and managed to get myself home.
By Chiara Ann Vicary3 years ago in Fiction
Two Lovers
It was dark, stormy night. Well, actually it wasn’t, but most stories about babies being born begin on dark stormy nights, and this tale is not about to the be the exception to that rule. Stereotypes exist for a reason. So now that we have that out of the way, we can focus on the important parts of the story. A baby was being born, who cares about the weather?
By Sachi Petrohilos3 years ago in Fiction
It's in my blood
An eerie mist hung over the ransacked homes and blood stained streets as the smell of death loomed in the air. That was the scene after the vampires attacked Daken City. The Caloman sisters were dragged from their beds and forced to watch a vicious mob of hungry vampires feed on their parents. However, a perfectly timed blackout was all that was needed to give 16-year-old Veil an opportunity to escape. The creature holding her was barefoot, so she grabbed the poker from the fireplace and stabbed it through the top of his foot. The creature shrieked and instinctively grabbed at the poker in his foot, releasing Veil. Once she was free, she fled the house and hid in her father’s workshop, just as a group of vampire hunters entered the house. The screams and sounds of shattering glass and splintering wood echoed in Veil’s ears as she squeezed her eyes shut. Meanwhile, back inside, the creature holding 14-year-old Evanara slinked out of view of the hunters and pulled her into a nearby closet. He clamped his cold hand over her mouth and stared into her terrified eyes with a grin full of fangs, “I could kill you now and end your misery, but where’s the fun in that? It would be much more fun to watch you be killed by your own kind!” the creature hissed,sinking his fangs into her neck. Evanara felt a sharp burning pain in her neck, followed by numbness, and then everything went black…
By Kerrilee Zarrella3 years ago in Fiction
A Caribbean Bar Meeting A Snippet from - A Love Story
This was deemed to be a romantic meeting. Indeed it was initially. The idea of a meeting of minds with men, one would consider twentieth century tycoons. A bunch of people very close to my dear one, who was about to break the ice on his extra-marital affair. Indeed, a real love affair that had been swimming around London and Caribbean quarters for around twenty years. Inside, a secret ball until the year two thousand and fourteen. Then the ball burst. Even though, I never pulled the trigger. It was my partners choice to get our cat out of the bag.
By Black Dog Productions3 years ago in Fiction
Lucifer's Witch
Hiserly had been in the Morningstar House for almost a week. She had discovered that living in the country was so very different from living in the city. The grocer was more than willing to drive out to deliver her needed supplies. He seemed curious about her, apparently they hadn’t seen any activity in the House and it was rumored to be haunted. News spread like wildfire about her presence. She had caught people stopped on the side of the road along the fence line, watching the House with binoculars.
By Megan Johnson3 years ago in Fiction
The Stranger
“Twenty Years, five Months, and six days. That is how long it has been since the world went to hell. I was just shy of thirteen when the first few cases of the Corona Virus made national news. As the death count started to rise, we were forced into our homes. Empty streets were an eerie premonition of things to come. Then came the riots. Anger and hatred flooded the news.
By Kenneth Walls Jr.3 years ago in Fiction
She Turned The Lights Off, One by One
She wrote him a note on a day much like any other day before that. She nervously slipped it in underneath the door of the boy who had lived next door to her for almost all her life. With her trembling hands, she wrote him that she’d grow up soon, and she asked him to wait for her, until she does. She said that she was a little shy, but that she was sure he was the boy she would love for the rest of her life. She told him that she was saving her heart just for him, and she signed the letter with love, from the girl next door.
By Author Alice VL3 years ago in Fiction
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