love
All you need is Love, and Love is all you need.
The Young Magician
The Young Magician Up until that moment, the entertainer had caught the audience's attention, most of them being 10-year-old kids invited to celebrate the birthday of one of them. There were also several parents watching amusedly the magic show, as well the sister of the birthday boy, a young lady in her early twenties with delicate features and long, curly black hair.
By Cristian Carstoiu5 years ago in Humans
I'm Gonna Fall
Spring has been unleashed, and I so want to bottle it. There’s nothing quite like a Saturday morning drenched in sunny rays and aqua blues. A feeling that ‘today is all mine’, and yet you want the world to share it with you. An atmosphere that percolates your brain with creativity and desires to do it all. But sometimes doing nothing is the choicest desire of all, as long as you do it well.
By David Fournier5 years ago in Humans
Wandering Dreams
As they drive down the old dirt road lined by large oak trees and the sound of crickets chirping he glances at her. It's a warm day, windows are down, and the sweet breeze of summer flows through the car. She sits in the passenger seat of his car. Her brown hair flowing from the breeze. He notices the shimmer of gold in her hair as the sunlight hits it just right. Indie folk music quietly plays through the car speakers and she sings ever so softly the lyrics. To him there is nothing better than this.
By Savanna Mapes5 years ago in Humans
Marina Merlot
Even her name was sexy. Marina Merlot. It was reminiscent of Marilyn Monroe, but this beautiful woman was so much more. She was elegant, refined, assured, and sophisticated. The stylish dark maroon dress she wore was a perfect fit with her lithe body, black hair and dark, knowing eyes that seemed to search out your most intimate secrets but hide her own. There was an intriguing sense of mystery about her that lit a fire in me. I had to be with her and learn everything about her.
By Charles Belser5 years ago in Humans
Lightning Bolts
The thing about good days is the speed in which the universe, God, or whatever greater power it is that you believe in, can spin around and strike you with a ferocious bolt of lightning, burying you under in a hellfire of hurt, pain and desperation.
By Aimee McInnes5 years ago in Humans
Reminisce
It's a busy night at the bistro, the maitre'D asks about table 7, turning to the waitress he says "he is usually on time, every month for the last 20 years, never this late, I hope he's OK?', the waitress responds, "don't worry he will be here, I have his wine ready, his table for 2, how long has it been...", The maitre D interrupts, there he is!
By Konstantinos Alexopoulos 5 years ago in Humans
GRAB THE ATTENTION OF THE MAN YOU LOVE !
Act naturally: Attempt to appear as something else, when I say be distinctive I mean; you know yourself, are OK with that and you have beliefs and standards and satisfy them. Recollect the objective is to stand apart a little without getting over into low working, bizarre, upsetting and unpleasant.
By Shereen Tissera5 years ago in Humans
The Purple Hearted Bottle
Cold dirt slipped from my left hand and scattered on the casket of my Nana on a sunny but cool day. Through teared eyes I could see well-meaning friends observe, no, stare, as I held the cluster of Violets in my right hand out over the hole in the broken earth. I dropped them and they landed on the casket below.
By J. S. Wade5 years ago in Humans
Concealed Love
Victoria "COME ON! This is a bit much isn't it!?" On a first date and we're in my bathtub. Granted the rose petals, red water and candles make for a romantic ambiance. It's a bit close for comfort on a first date though. Lucky my tub is deep so neither of us can see each other's naked body. I found my bath table in front of me with the bottle of merlot sitting on it. Of course, why wouldn't it be here. There has to be something written on this bottle to help me get out of this never ending loop!
By Amber Fierce5 years ago in Humans
Two Wrongs
I hadn’t been to a bar in years but somehow tonight my presence in one was fitting. Surrounding myself with well-dressed strangers, a sober island in a sea of intoxication. I sipped my ginger ale, wondering if I should just turn my phone back on and face my troubles instead of hiding in the last place anyone would think to look for me.
By Sarah COOK5 years ago in Humans
