love

All you need is Love, and Love is all you need.

Emma's Lovebook
The cold rain felt like icicles pelting her face as she walked home to the sound of blaring car horns and an illuminated New York City against the night sky. “I hate it here,” she muttered to herself as she made her way through the noisy streets. She was on her way home from a double shift at the bar and was unbearably exhausted per usual. Exhausted was a character trait for Emma at this point; physically, mentally, and emotionally exhausted. Working double shifts at the bar and sharing a tiny, rundown apartment with three roommates who are essentially strangers at just twenty-years-old will do that to a girl. But this was what she had to do to survive, and that’s all Emma has ever known: survival.
By Sammie B6 years ago in Humans
That Gnawing Feeling
Vanessa glanced over at the little black book and sighed deeply. How could something so small be so unnerving and consuming of her security? She could feel the anxiety rising in her throat, as she tried to swallow it away while her chest rose and fell heavily. She wondered if anyone else could hear her heartbeat as it pounded loudly drowning out her co-workers in this incessant meeting. The instructions were clear: she would receive the money as long as she didn't open the little black book with pages that contained information about her fiance. Her sweet, handsome, and charming Ben who she met over a year ago and quickly became enchanted with. Sometimes, she wondered if it were all too perfect to actually be true. And, now, a few inches from her daily planner was a source of undeniable enticement that appeared inexplicably in her office doorway.
By Kristi Granberg6 years ago in Humans
The Wind Horse
Anna reminisced during her long flight to Tibet. Subsequently, she realized that she was always running away. The pattern started when she ran away on her sixteenth birthday, to escape the profound physical and mental abuse she suffered, from her unstable father. It broke her beloved mother’s heart when Anna left, but she did not try to stop Anna, as she knew it had to be so.
By Nancy McLay 6 years ago in Humans
I love You to the Moon and Back
Under the bright, silvery full moon, she sat and gazed into the deep endless darkened sky, filled with countless glittering stars. This is where she usually found her solace, but nothing made her feel whole. Sitting there cold and alone curled up into a ball, focusing on the throbbing pain deep within. Tears poured out of her ocean blue eyes, down her rosy cheeks, and onto his favorite flannel shirt that she had wrapped tightly around her. Feeling lifeless, her mind ran a mile a minute. She was overwhelmed with thoughts. “What am I going to do? How am I ever going to carry on? How could he do this to me? I can't do this alone!”
By Deni Leigh6 years ago in Humans
For the Love of Money
For the Love of Money A Tale About The Love of My Life Aedonis Morrison was an enigma. He was smart but poor, and that seemed to confuse people. It wasn’t entirely the fact that the young man was poor; Aedonis was also a relatively quiet black man, which led people to believe he had mental deficiencies rather than the truth: he didn’t fancy people. He hated loud spaces, the obnoxious way people chewed their food, and the leisure everyone except him seemed to be able to enjoy. But most of all, Aedonis hated money. He hated the way it shaped the reality of the world and the way it changed people. He loathed the very existence of currency and the necessity of it all. It condemned people to hell while raising others higher than the heavens, and he could never understand it. However, Aedonis did know that he’d need it to survive in his life. So he made himself a promise: Mr. Morrison was sure that he’d never change when he finally earned the money he lacked in his life.
By Cetrina Brent6 years ago in Humans
Love Letter: A sailor's heart
Love letters can be wonderful affirmations of love and I was lucky enough to write and receive love letters with a partner in the navy. I always believed that written feelings show so much bravery, but also are such a lovely and romantic way of expressing your love for that special person in your life.
By Anastasia S6 years ago in Humans
For Sunshine
His handwriting trembled across the page, and the tears about to fall from her eyes only made the words harder to read. The package had come in the mail, wrapped in brown paper. It contained a simple black moleskine notebook, and when she opened it, she immediately recognized the handwriting. It had arrived about a week after...
By Rosanne Anderson6 years ago in Humans
Act of Love
Choices are neither good nor bad, just choices. Actions followed by consequences. Choices and consequences. Choices and consequences. The cycle of life that underpins the human condition. As natural a rhythm as breathing or the passage of the stars on their vast circuit around the sky. Choices and consequences. Choices and consequences.
By Mark6 years ago in Humans
The House On High St.
Finally, I'm heading home. The need for rest is clawing at my heels and my feet grow heavier with every step. After three days of overtime I will finally have a day off, my first in weeks. I wish I could afford to hire someone, but with the business being so new I just can’t swing it right now. Not to mention how hard it is to find good help. ‘Especially when you’re so picky,’ I think to myself as I step onto the deserted bus.
By Serena McIntyre6 years ago in Humans
Peyote
He found her agenda on the kitchen island, strewn atop a sea of bills and fashion magazines. Her neat cursive caught his eye as he waited for his chili to heat in the microwave.
By Andrea Jensen6 years ago in Humans
Maia's Melody
I sit unaware of my body’s stillness. Lost in thought: I remember the moment you told me how fascinated you were by the spacing in between my words. It was on graduation night, right after the grad party, we went to the beach at night and listened to the waves unwind. When I spoke, you smiled, musing that my voice was like a sweet melody and my intention behind the words was pure. You joked that my future husband would be a musician; I would play along and blame my name. I replay the way your eyes lit up when I laughed out of nervousness of your adoration for me. My soul had never felt more naked than when in front of you. And every instance of vulnerability, you reminded me how safe I was. You were my family.
By Paisley Bird6 years ago in Humans
Beloved
Soaking in his new fond loneliness Garrett urged himself to his feet. She wouldn’t want me sulking about, so we must...I mean, I must keep going. The use of the word “I” was a stab in the heart because “we” was all he knew for 20 years. But now “we” was no longer here and the loneliness of “I” stood in its place. With his first step, Garrett started his morning routine. Shower, brush teeth, shave, cut on morning news, start the coffee pot, get dressed, check th- DING DONG ! The sound of the doorbell interrupted the routine that he ritually developed for nearly 5 years since the passing. As Garrett hesitated to open the door, he made up in his mind to wait and allow the disturbance to go away on its own. Through the silence he could hear the usual noises of the coffee pot dripping its last drop, his phone buzzing as new emails awaited to be read, and the news anchor going on about stock prices. But wait, the news of stocks doesn’t come on till later. “-the wild ride on wall street that seems to have just come out of the blue-“ DING DONG! The second bell startled Garrett as the news anchor went on. He quickly muted the tv and called out, “Who is it?”
By TG Knight6 years ago in Humans