love
All you need is Love, and Love is all you need.
Light house
The chill cast from the sand that sifted between her toes was no match for the burn of his blistering words. The bite from their beef that day left a bitter aftertaste. Stomach dropping snubs over something so inane left her reeling in pain.. Her vision blurred as she fought back her tears but that battle she lost and they poured from her fire eyes in cresting waves down her cheeks. Those green eyes she harbored were as vast as the ocean. They were deep and held secrets but betrayed her every emotion. Their color ranged from charcoal gray to emerald green depending on the weather of her heart’s temperament. As fast as they flared however, the cool calm could set in if she changed her mind. She thought of his grin. Her smile broke out as she gazed on the horizon. She remembered how he would drown in her eyes, swimming for miles, hopeless as a wayward seaman chasing his mirage. Happiness was a warm night by his side drifting to the sounds that he summoned to heal. Sonic bliss was what she called it when he strummed his guitar. Many moons of midnights, he would sing and softly serenade her as she slept. Then there were months of sun drenched skin and freckles for days that were spent bonding together, beachside and riding waves. She knew he was close to pioneering tunes and paving new ways for future generations of kids who lived for music and loved to play. He had talent. He had turmoil. Together they could make art. Their love was art. Limbs remained twisted like a pretzel while their hearts mended and melted together, solidifying a love that could have stood the test of time. A love that was so rare, it was certainly sublime. One might suggest such love that profound would just be wasted on the youth. They had their youth but not much else. That love gave them power. Power can attract many things, but more often than not, power pairs well with abuse. That love changed their directions and ultimately severed many paths. It was real. It was hot. It was hard. To the two, it was as essential as breath is to life. Changing and growing and breaking and destroying, that love cemented itself into their stories and never left. She knew it was special and worth the fight. So she began to make her way back to their home. Unaware of the lurking shadow that had selected her as pray, she shuffled slowly home, lost in feeling freshly injured from their day. Shivering with goose bumps that prickled her like a pear, her teeth chattered. She hastened her stride when the howling wind began to whip through her hair. The day was done and it was time to forget. Tomorrow would come and they would easily forgive. So close to a home and that love and regret. Green eyes saw white. White sand washed away crimson red. Red heart beats like a distant drum fade.
By Max Mariner5 years ago in Humans
The Aurora Borealis
The green light dances through the sky in majestic leaps and swirls – the emerald hues boldly contrasting the deep purple of the night’s canvas. It seems otherworldly, a magic trick at the hands of a magician who will soon reveal hundreds of strobe lights emanating the green light we see, grounding us back into reality. This magic is real, though, and it reminds us that nature is filled with unrivaled beauty. As we lie here, the verdant hues seem to dance out of the sky and envelope us in a warmth filled with hope.
By Aurora C. Noraine5 years ago in Humans
The Tale Of You & Me Part 1: Since we were kids
Dear Greta Since I began pursuing a successful career as a writer, I've published several letters that I've written to you. Although we may still be married legally, It's no secret that you and I are no longer together. You have moved on with your life and grew to love another man as much as, if not more than, you loved me. Unfortunately, I haven't had much success trying to do the same... The truth is that I am still in love with you. Any relationship that I have had since we've been apart was nothing more than a failed attempt at filling the whole in my heart that opened the day you left me. The day that happened is the day that I lost sight of who I was... it's the day that I became lost. I didn't just lose you, I lost my daughter too and so I lost my identity... because you two girls were my identity. A husband and a father, that is the man I was... These days I'm a husband on paper alone and due to both of our actions, I haven't really been able to... no, I haven't really given my best effort to be a father. The shame that comes with being that honest with myself is definitely the worst I've ever felt by far.
By Carlos Guerra5 years ago in Humans
A little love
The pink teddy bear sat on an antique fire stove in a chilly second hand store. It’s fur was dusty and the tag on its ear that proclaimed its worth was now gone. It’s black eyes and nose still shone and the embroidered rose over its heart was still intact. There it sat, waiting to be loved.
By Rose White5 years ago in Humans
True emotions I've never really felt.
Having lived a life of long hard work hours and providing for a loving family I never really had time for emotions. There was always some issue to resolve or project to complete trying to keep ahead of the curve. Then came retirement and the sudden loss of a wife. We had planned to grow old together but she became sick and needed a regimen of medications to reduce the pain and inflammation she was experiencing. This is where I learned patience and empathy through the suffering of my loved one.
By Ismael Fernandez5 years ago in Humans
The Harpist
Summer 1984. Sixteen years old. Nashville, Tennessee. Cracker Barrel parking lot in Music Valley. I was a "host" at the music theme park Opryland USA, which is a polite way of identifying the person who walks around with a short-broom and dustpan. One sweltering day I worked the Doo-Wah-Diddy-City section of the park, which was themed after the 1950s. I took my fifteen minute break in the small, hippie colors painted room between the train tracks and the Rock n' Roller Coaster.
By Jason Goldtrap5 years ago in Humans
Happy Just Because Day
“86 degrees and we’re supposed to be thankful it's cooler?” Morgan paused and looked in the shop window of the dark little store on the town square. She was stranded, waiting for the car repairs to be finished, and the relative darkness inside the shop seemed to beckon with coolness. “Antiques and Rarities, Consignments,” she read. That could be interesting. Browsing would definitely be worth it to cool off for a bit.
By Lois Brand5 years ago in Humans
The Corkscrew
The Corkscrew By Jason Goldtrap March 9, 2021 When I was growing up in the 70s and 80s, my hometown, Nashville, Tennessee, had a musical theme park called Opryland USA. Aside from the standard thrill rides, the park was noted for dozens of shows featuring Country, Rock, Gospel, Bluegrass and Broadway. The king of the attractions was the Wabash Cannonball.
By Jason Goldtrap5 years ago in Humans
