love

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

Tom's gifts
It had started with a love letter – pages so delicate they felt like they might crumble in her hand. Words written with fervour from a front line; Tom desperate to get back to Kate, who he had loved since the second grade.
By Dreamer 6 years ago in Humans
Centuries Worth
The smell of coffee is the only comfort I have encountered this morning. Taking my usual seat at the table in the back of the coffee shop, I pull out my laptop to send an email to the financial aid office. I cannot afford to take out any more loans and my parents will not cover my tuition unless I major in pre-med. Begging for any source of financial assistance is what I have to resort to.
By Jillian Boone6 years ago in Humans
Librex Del Amorx
“It’s not quite lunch yet. I’ll just take a cafe con leche,” I said to the cute red-headed waitress. She leaned against the black, twisting, wrought iron rail that wrapped around Il Bistro’s patio. She scrunched up her lips with confusion. “Siento, siento,” I laughed. “I’ve been speaking nothing but Spanish for the last two years. Coffee with milk, please.”
By Xola Vega6 years ago in Humans
The woman who killed me
As we lay here, basking in the bittersweet aroma of steamy, passionate, intense hard love making, the burning wood from the fire...cigarettes, combined with her favorite perfume of musk and gardenias...
By Amerokee6 years ago in Humans
A Love Well Kept
Sadie had it coming for her husband, Lonnie, when he got home. Every time she thought about what she had just found, her blood boiled. How could he do this? After 25 years of marriage! She had been a good wife – not perfect, but good. She gave their marriage everything she had, through the good and the bad. And there were some really bad times.
By Sharon Smalls6 years ago in Humans
What Mattered in the End
It was lunchtime when she snapped, slapping the notebook out of her therapist's outstretched hand. It landed at an awkward angle on the floor, kinking it’s pages. Hot and fast angry tears poured down her face. It was so frustrating. She opened her mouth, shut it, opened it willing any single sound to come out, just one, only one, anything! But nothing. She wanted to scream at him, he was supposed to help her. Fix her. It’d been months now. But nothing, no progress had been made. But this stupid psychological trauma stopped anything from coming out. She just wanted to talk again. This had cost her everything, her job, her friends who had stopped bothering to read her notes or learn ASL. These people, all these doctors and therapists were professionals they were supposed to fix her. This is bullshit! They should be able to fix her. Help her. She just wanted to talk again.
By Vivian Crane6 years ago in Humans
The Journal in the Window
"She was my world." The writing was faded on the pages of the moleskin journal. The book lay open: yellow deckle-edged melancholy against the flaking soft white of the window ledge in the abandoned house.
By Katherine Moeckel6 years ago in Humans
Love is a Bird
She had these long, pink shiny nails which flashed every time she rubbed her neck. A few minutes would pass and soon a hand would appear, curling and kneading. She sat swanlike, bowing her head now and then to stick a glob of whip cream in her mouth. I absorbed her presence, excited that all my senses were reacting to her. My nostrils were pulsating, soaking in her honeyed scent. I wished we were facing each other, but the pink nails against her long neck were sexy. She was art.
By K.P. Sami6 years ago in Humans
The Time In-Between
The morning fog slowly rolled through the front lawn outside my window like a blanket of vapor covering the grass. It provided a starch contrast to the heaviness I was feeling. Despite the fog, there was supposed to be a meteor shower tonight. The town was going to hold a festival for it, despite current circumstances, and everyone who was healthy would be in attendance. It was to honor those who have died, ironically.
By Arman 6 years ago in Humans
Six Months to Home
“You’re sure about that? There’s no wiggle room?” “I’m afraid not. I’m sorry.” “Huh” I grunted. “It’s just not how I saw this going.”
By LJ Smith6 years ago in Humans
Dear Charity
“So, you’re going through with it?” I stopped doodling hearts and swirls on my sketch pad and looked up at my best friend, Jayda. I gave her a long, exasperated sigh.
By She Writes6 years ago in Humans
The Hunt
The Hunt As Atreya walked through the inner city gates on his way towards the Great Hall, he could barely contain his excitement. He felt as if he were vibrating with energy and possibility. Beneath all that energy however, there was fear. He may have been training for tomorrow for the past eight years, but that didn’t change the danger he was about to find himself seeking out. But the fear was easily swept aside by the rush of other emotions swirling through his body. As he got closer and closer to the Great Hall, Atreya’s mind began to focus on the activities of tonight’s Hunt ceremony. He thought of the Matriarch that would lead him and the other Hunters through their vows and protection rituals, he thought of the look on his parents face, his sister’s face as they watched him from the crowd, and then, as it always did, his mind settled on Celia. He was still daydreaming about her when he walked directly into a spice cart.
By Tyler Hall6 years ago in Humans