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All you need is Love, and Love is all you need.
A Winter's Night
That night was magical. From the moment I stepped out of my front door and heard the crunch of frost beneath my feet, I could feel something tangible in the air. There wasn’t a single cloud in that dark night sky and the stars looked like diamonds scattered randomly on a black velvet cloth. I breathed deeply, sucking in a lungful of icy air, exhaling a cloud of hot breath. I loved walking at night and because my house was located in a fairly good neighbourhood on the outskirts of a small, pleasant town I felt safe to venture out late and alone. The small seaside town where I lived wasn’t just a place to reside. I had many special memories that it was home to me. My walks almost always took me towards the sea. Just the shush-shush sound of the waves on the shingle relaxed me and the view from the pier looking back at the town was a snapshot of my life. So tonight, like many others, my feet took me to that special place.
By Julie Murrow6 years ago in Humans
Ghost in My Head
“What’s in a name? A rose by any name would smell as sweet.” (William Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet Act 2, Scene 2) The smell of petrichor stinging my nose as I breathe in slowly letting the rain cover my tears, I slowly begin to lose myself in my own thoughts.
By Nick Queen6 years ago in Humans
The Father, the Son, and the Holy Grail
Rain. Rain is not odd. Rain is merely the cooling of water vapor into the lower atmosphere and when that cooled water vapor condenses into droplets, one of the four fundamental forces brings in back to earth. And at this moment gravity is pulling quite a lot of the sky oasis down on this desert valley. The only odd thing about it is the perception of the inhabitants of this valley, notably rain falling in the Valley of the Sun, or the greater Phoenix metro area to those from elsewhere. Also it’s been aptly called Hell City by some of the more pessimistic lot of the city and hence names of tattoo conventions, motorcycle rallies, car shows, and lady bruisers of the Hell City Rollers, the current roller derby champions.
By Nickolas Rudolph6 years ago in Humans
An Orange Night in the Diner
The orange light gasped its way into the diner between the slats in the blinds. It fell across Erykah Ondo's face in a tortoiseshell dappling. She sat still enough in the booth she occupied, almost as still as the cracked peach-colored vinyl bench across from her. But of course, there was the rise and fall of her shoulders to indicate that she was breathing. And the endless restlessness of her curls, how they chased each other around her head in the air current produced by the lazy fan overhead.
By Adeleine Grubb6 years ago in Humans
Star Hill Diner
The fight between two souls that want to be together is real. Through time and space. Many life opportunities and incarnations. Just to look for each other again and just don't remember. That one person that when you see them, you know already that somehow, someway you see and feel and know their thoughts. That spark that activates and after that there is no way to even be apart. I've been there, I have seen it.
By Angel Pagan6 years ago in Humans
Waiting
Gloria Hope, or just plain Gloria according to the dull, silver name-badge pinned to her dull brown-and-beige uniform, took the bowl of cereal from the tray and set it down in front of the young man who had been sitting in the corner booth staring at the old cracked wall-clock since midnight.
By Mark Cutts6 years ago in Humans
Neon, Ketchup
Something about the hum of neon always quells my rapid heartbeat. My theory is the electromagnetic waves coursing through the blown glass match the vibrations of my anxious brain...or at least partially deafen them. I told Josh this once and he just chuckled like he always does when I say something slightly unhinged.
By Lauren Hardman6 years ago in Humans
The Red and Chrome Door
As Margie approached the red and chrome door, she mentally prepared herself for another long night. At the age of 47 she had really hoped to have accomplished more with her life. But here she was, 2 failed marriages, 3 grown children and 26 years later, still walking into her overnight shift at the diner. She didn't mind the job because she loved the people in her small Texas town and they all knew and loved the waitress they just called "Red". She had come to terms with her meager existence, but always felt this hole deep in her chest that told her something big was missing. She took a deep breath, tied her apron around her waist, clipped the gold name tag on to her chest, smiled her best smile and pushed open the door.
By Michelle Ivy6 years ago in Humans
Thursday
He walked in hastily clinging on to a really long black coat as if his life depended on it after minutes of peering through the window, as if checking to see the place was open yet. It came to no surprise as Michelle’s diner was open even in the harshest of winters we had experienced in the past. He shook himself slightly as he closed the door as an attempt to shake off the small pieces of snow that covered the top half of his worn out coat. I watched him walk with his head down as if he was trying to shield his face from the cold. I had never seen him before and I was a devoted regular here. I continued to look at him while occasionally focusing on something else fearing that he would notice two eyes staring intently at him and freak out. There was a great deal of people chatting away and enjoying each other’s company while the jukebox played ‘piano man’ for the fourth time. I don’t think anyone else took notice of him.
By Drowninginfairydust6 years ago in Humans
