love
All you need is Love, and Love is all you need.
OUR EDEN
You lead me to the place you said love begins and ends, smiling but hesitant my hand merged with yours and we found ourselves atop Eden. I never seen a sky as open and blue as on that day and the blades of grass so soft under my feet, with a color of green so rich, as if to let me know how wealthy I was, gave me certainty of us. It felt like we were Adam and Eve reinvented, with you being the only tree of knowledge I forever wanted to eat from. You sung my soul happy in Eden and laughed and danced with me until our legs left us and our bellies craved a sweet thing. We made our way towards a pear tree a little ways from us and I took a seat on the gray colored wood bench just beside it. I watched as you moved strategically around the tree, looking for perfection. With a soft “ah-ha” from your lips, your strong hands ever so lightly tugged at the pear and it gave effortlessly.
By QC (A.K.A Soul Writer)5 years ago in Humans
The Comfort Of Grief
I once knew a man. He felt like home and I liked to be near him. He was sharp though, spiky. His defenses were strong, there was no way in. No way past the armor that protected him. He liked to be near me too, but he hurt and he threw that hurt out into the world, not caring where it landed or who it hit. I stopped liking being near him.
By Gail Hooper5 years ago in Humans
More Than A Degree
In fall of 2017 I expected to attend Otterbein University on a full ride scholarship. My main area of study would've been Neuroscience. The brain has always fascinated me. Studying why people act the way they do, think the way they do, and react the way they do seemed like the perfect way to spend my early adult life.
By Alisaya Kintz5 years ago in Humans
Pears on the 21st floor
Penny slowly walked toward the floor-to-ceiling glass window in her two-bedroom apartment on the twenty-first floor on Lake Shore Drive, holding her mug of freshly brewed coffee. She smiled back at the sunbeam that was already peeking through the glass and gently stroked the leaves of the pear tree, growing in a large flowerpot next to the window, then sat at her self-designed armchair and silently gazed at the picturesque view. She had been living in one of Chicago’s most famous and recognizable buildings—Mies Van Der Rohe, twin apartment towers—for the last two years, and she loved it. The flat provided a spacious layout and all the modern amenities she needed, and living in the Gold Coast neighborhood was suitable and convenient for busy city life, not to mention the stunning views of Lake Michigan and the downtown Chicago skyline it afforded her.
By Silviya Rankova5 years ago in Humans
Romeo's Triathlon of Semesters for Juliet is Exhausting
Once upon a nightmare there lived two families. One on an acreage with horses, in a mansion with huge doors; the Capulet's. The other lived in a messy split-level and came from lower to middle class. We smoked, swore, and told crude jokes; the Montague's.
By The Passionate Autistic5 years ago in Humans
The Beauty of The Broken Heart
I once had a girlfriend of two years who left me for another man. She said I was a starving artist, and she couldn’t even imagine me filling the metaphorical fridge. He was practical, realistic, came from a family that owned stuff. She was leaving, she said, because it was simply time for her to go. When she went into what was then our former bedroom to pack, it was right before I had to get ready for work at an Italian restaurant where I was waiting tables, and I cried big, plump tears as I ironed my shirt.
By Carl L Lane5 years ago in Humans
Give Love Time
Deanna was preoccupied. She wasn’t paying attention to the sound from the T.V. Glancing at her watch, she reached for her cell phone, then put it down. He’s late. Deanna got up from the sofa and went to the window. The evening sky rewarded her with hues of orange, blue, and violet as the Sun began to set. Tears began to slide down her cheeks as she struggled with her feelings of uncertainty and insecurity. It had been along time since she saw Gillespie. His flight should have landed by now. Would he even show this time?
By Tara Branche5 years ago in Humans
Stronger than passion, more than love: what does his hobby mean
Hobbies are primarily a male phenomena. The truth is that a man needs to leave our world and enter his own, parallel one from time to time in order to release tension and gain strength. A woman is resting, taking a bath, talking on the phone with a friend, or watching the fate of someone else on television. In talking with us, most men readily relax. However, some men need to distract themselves with something "serious," so they start collecting stamps, shooting ducks, or fishing in the hole. Each male character has a different hobby.
By Sahina Bano5 years ago in Humans
Ellipses of love and shame, Pt 1
In a binary star system, two stars move in an elliptical orbit around a ‘centre of mass’ – the empty space that balances their respective gravities and the point at which they are at their closest. They are gravitationally bound to each other, undeniably attracted, but moving on their own elliptical paths. This is their love story.
By Jacopo Mulini5 years ago in Humans
