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All you need is Love, and Love is all you need.
The Ship That Took My True Love Away
Southampton, England April 1912 “I wish you didn’t have to go,” I say. Matthew hugs me tightly to his chest, as if he never wants to let me go. Tears form in my eyes and I take a deep breath to try and keep them at bay. I want to be strong for him, for both of us.
By Jessica Nicole5 years ago in Humans
The Gift
452 B.C. I chose a beautiful day to end my life. The sun was shining brightly in the sky, warming my skin as a gentle breeze caressed my face. The dirt path was lined with early spring blooms, their petals spread wide, as if they couldn’t resist the pull of the sun. The grass was swaying in the wind on the rolling hills as I winded my way up to the rocky cliff. In the distance, a donkey lazily pulled a cart filled with a merchant’s wares.
By Nicole Werner5 years ago in Humans
The Sweetest Darling Loves
My Sweetest Love, The days have been long since you left. The yellows and greens of the fields don’t seem as bright, and the waves sparkle a little less. I watch the horizon every morning from my attic window, just high enough to see a glimpse of the shimmering water in the bay and pray for your safe return.
By V A Harker5 years ago in Humans
Guardian Angels
I spotted him in PSL, the largest lecture hall on campus, which easily holds one thousand students in one room. My first class during my freshman year at Berkeley was Chemistry. He sat alone, with his right leg crossed over his knee, and I could see he didn’t wear socks, just a pair of brown leather topsider boat shoes, and his bare ankles. Though he was only a year older, he looked much older than a lot of the other freshmen there. It was only 8am, but his face already sported an after-five shadow.
By Starry-Eyed Girl5 years ago in Humans
The Hills of Galloway
If you sail west across the Irish Sea to the hills of Galloway, you will see me standing there, gazing off into the distant, blurry horizon. I stand still, like a mossy statue in an old graveyard. The cold wind blows on my neck, and I must push up my collar to protect my fragile skin from the bitterness in the air. It is cold and damp. The frost blankets the ground. This is sacred ground.
By James D. Greer5 years ago in Humans
Love Rises Like a Phoenix
In the late afternoon each day, Tess walked the cliffs of Cornwall, looking out upon the vast ocean as she awaited the return of her beloved sea captain. The Trevose Head Lighthouse stood at the ready, able to provide guidance to any incoming ship out on the seas. It had been over a year since she’d seen The Saphho draw near, but she held steadfast to hope as she waited, walking amidst the flower encrusted cliffs high above the lapping ocean’s waves.
By Cindy Calder5 years ago in Humans
