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The Horizon
She walked away in disbelieve. She had been expecting good news. All the other young women had been paired up. She had her eye on a specific young man, but without the shamans' forecast that was not to be. The image of the advisor was of a ship on the horizon. Her fate was in that ship. Miara was not excited by the thought of adventure. She had seen the men that came in on those ships. Most of them were tan and muscular. They just didn't seem to be the dependable type. The ships didn't come into port that often. One had just left today. It wasn't as if she would go to the dock in search of a husband. The shamans had never made a mistake.
By Antoinette L Brey6 years ago in Humans
The Tinted Glass By Deveney Marshall
It was a misty Thursday evening in New Orleans. The sun was close to setting and gave the sky a magical haze of pink and golden tones that only a rainy day in NOLA could have. The smell of rain lingered on everyone’s nose as they perused up and down a tranquil Magazine Street. On Magazine sat a quaint bar, famous amongst the locals for its array of wines and beignets. It was one of those bars that lured you inside with its mystic ambiance. Passersby would admire the patrons of the bar, commenting on how everyone inside looked so cultured. The type of people who have memories of traveling to cities like Paris and Milan. Strollers looking in envisioned the people who frequented the bar were famed authors, designers, painters and had come to the city to find inspiration for their latest masterpiece.
By Deveney Marshall6 years ago in Humans
Change of Plans
I got to the restaurant early to get a drink at the bar. I let the host know that I was here so that he could come and get me when my table was ready. I could feel my heart racing in my chest, hoping that I wouldn’t sweat right through my suit. I walked to the bar and scanned the room. Pretty slow today, I thought, but then again, it was a weekday.
By William Dean6 years ago in Humans
John and Marissa
John was always meticulous in his dress. Shirts ironed crisply with fresh smelling spray-on starch, shoes polished, pants creased down the middle, a testament to his era.
By Michèle Nardelli6 years ago in Humans
The Duke And I, And A Glass Of Merlot
Well well well… I know you are dying to hear it. And I'm dying to tell it to you. As you can imagine, it was a date beyond my wildest dreams.
By Gal Mux6 years ago in Humans
Mr. Last Night
“Are you going to eat that?” I heard the voice of a father say to his son. The son looked up, not entertained by his meal that had been heated under the lamps of the cafe. The mother was on her phone scrolling, probably buying things on Amazon. The father had cleared three plates from the brunch buffet that were stacked in front of him. He was pouring his sugar into his coffee when he noticed his wife was not paying attention to him. He began to stir vigorously when he asked “would you like some coffee babe?” She didn’t look up and just shook her head back and forth, completely engaged in her phone. As he took a large gulp from his coffee, the waiter walked over to clear some plates. The father gestured a thank you with the classic head nod. Then the mother broke her gaze with the screen and said “Shall we go to the beach?” The boys didn’t say much, but simply started to get up. It seemed like the mother wore the pants in the marriage, as she dropped a hundred on the table before they walked out. I continued to watch them for a few moments, and then my attention was directed by the man sitting across from me. I looked at him, but more in a way through him. He held up his mimosa for a cheers, and I reached for my glass as well, something I was too familiar with. We bumped glasses and I gave him a small smirk. There’s a slight twinge of the lips that I make to appear as a smile, but anyone who knows me knows it’s not only fake, but a sign of annoyance. I had just met…. shoot…. what is his name? Mr.Last Night. It definitely was the last night anyway. I sipped my mimosa, or as I like to call it, my hang over cure. I felt the nausea wash over me as the acid began to burn my stomach. This scenario was more like a movie scene. My life has been this movie scene on replay for the last 4 years, but fortunately I like re-runs and familiar situations. I readjusted my position on the seat and sighed. Not heavily, but enough to be noticed. My mother always said I liked attention. Mr. Last Night looked at me and reached across the table to grab my hand. I pulled away slightly, but remembered that I must be nice since he’s buying this brunch. I let his fingers touch mine as he brushed them in-between the webs of my pointer and middle finger. God I hate being touched. Even more, I hate pretending to like it. But, this is the life I chose for myself. Another memory of my mothers words passed through my mind. That’s one rerun I don’t enjoy. I remember the smell of her breath as the smoke dribbled from her lips. I hated the way she would talk with a cigarette in her mouth, lips pressed together holding it there on the left side. I wondered if the left lung was the one that collapsed first when she died, or if they both equally gave up. I hated to remember her this way, but it’s just reality. She wasn’t a well liked women. She was harsh with her words and brash in the way she carried herself. She walked around like a truck driver with a pack of cigs in her back jean pocket, scuffed up biker boots, and a wild mess of hair that she wouldn’t let a hairdresser touch. There was only one hairdresser in our town anyhow, so she already got enough business. My mom used to parade me around, showing everyone what a great single mother she was. She would grab my hand and bring me into the bar, letting me belly up on the stool next to her. Luckily in our small town, Dan, the owner of the bar allowed it because his uncle was the sheriff. I love small towns. Sigh.
By Jordan 6 years ago in Humans
Our First Date
He’s here! Excitement runs through my blood and I race to the full length mirror to check my final look. I smile, pleased with myself. My skin glistened, and the waves of my hair set perfectly and I am absolutely radiant! Of course, it’s because of John.
By Lyndon G. Shields 6 years ago in Humans
First date with the real me. Top Story - April 2021.
A quick look at the antique clock on my bedside table shows me I'm late. Late late. I take another sip of my second glass of Merlot and assess my reflection in the mirror. A little black dress that hugs my curves perfectly (translation, getting air in will be problematic, especially after last night's enormous piece of chocolate cake), ankle boots too high for my chronic clumsiness (but absolutely gorgeous), red lips, big hazel eyes accentuated with black eye-liner. Despite the dress being too tight for comfort, it's the only thing that felt remotely sexy at the moment. And you always need a bit of sexy for a blind date, as dating is no picnic.
By A.M.Radulescu6 years ago in Humans
Shaken Not Stirred
I went to the bar for a single glass of Merlot, and the next morning I woke up beside a stranger for the first time in my life. Shockingly, I didn't panic. I took a moment to just to breathe and stare at the ceiling. Uncertain of the events that lead me here, all I could do was lay there in disbelief. I gazed at this unfamiliar but extremely handsome man thinking to myself, I don't even know his name. Wait. What is his name? As if my head wasn't hurting enough, It began throbbing harder as I realized that I was in bed with a man who's name I couldn't even remember.
By Zuri Randall6 years ago in Humans
Blue
As a carnival danced through a city, a boy with blue hair dealt MDMA to its revellers. He skirted past a girl whose dolly shoes sporting a big red bow, weren’t fit for skanking through baselines, but found customers amongst her friends. A swift-flicker of her gaze was held captive in his eyes; as if they were a swimming pool collecting speckled-yellow-spots from her rays.
By Bryony Edwards6 years ago in Humans
The vineyard of love
Lillian laid there with her face sunken into the soft golden satin pillow case that wrapped around the memory foam pillow. The glare pierced her eyes as the sun shined through her open curtains that hung with soft colors of blue and green that splattered across the yellow back drop that flowed in front of her French doors, that lead to her balcony. She moaned with satisfaction while stretching her arms to the celling all while smiling with excitement and happiness. Lillian looked over at her alarm clock and noticed the time 6:30am, blinking in red; she Thought to herself, “I have 3 hours to get dressed and head to the airport for my 9:30am flight to Italy.” Lillian was excited about the trip her and the girls, Jessica and rose had planned. They have been planning this trip for 3 months and with their busy schedules of Lillian being a high-end fashion designer, Jessica being a chef, and rose being a lawyer. They all needed this trip to relax and unwind, all while enjoying delicious food, fun that’s filled with culture and excitement, gorgeous men and of course some of the world's beast tasting wine that your taste buds would ever savor. ‘’Oh, where are my manners my name is Talisha Patillo and this this is the story of 3 best friends who venture off to the most beautiful place in the world to experience life and all the wonders that come with it.” So, sit back and enjoy the story of how Lillian finds love at a vineyard where love never tasted so sweet.
By rachell patillo6 years ago in Humans
The Case
THE CASE Of Merlot It is a full flight on a small plane. People are engulfed into their own conversations. A mother is cooing her wiggly child to sit still before take off. Then the overhead announcer interrupted updating cabin policies. Seat belts clicking away and the flight attendant paced down the aisle with a lead foot to make sure that luggage was properly stowed away.
By Vinnie Quan6 years ago in Humans