Love
Leaving Unknown
She replayed the argument in her head over and over as she drove. This had been the most confusing fourteen hours she could remember in a very long time. None of it made sense, and very possibly, that was the point. She attempted to stay very small in their situation and stay to herself as much as possible. The opportunity to plant seeds and jumpstart her goals seemed to have had her blinded to the environment. And the wait of winter must have turned into a weight. So many things she could have done differently over these past four months, and her mind kept replaying them all.
By Jami Larson5 years ago in Fiction
Beyond My Last Heartbeat
From an early age, we're taught and shown the versatility of the color green. In school, your art teacher will teach you that you'll get green paint if you mix yellow and blue paint. In botany class, you're taught how photosynthesis helps make our plants, trees, and grass, beautiful variations of the color green. Durning drivers education, you're oriented that the red light means stop, yellow light means slow down, and green light means go. Green is also the color of envy, but what do you do when green suddenly means "the end"?
By Maize Scott5 years ago in Fiction
The green light of love
It was a normal Monday morning in the heart of America - Ohio. The birds were chirping, the sky was blue, and the trees were turning a slight color of auburn as it was an october day. I was a young girl just out of college on her way to her first day at her brand new job.I started driving down the highway and I made it to your typical street light which was red at the time. Five minutes had passed and it seemed like we might be here for a while as it looked like they were doing stop and checks and there were like 50 cars ahead of me. First thing I did was pull out my phone and call my boss to let her know what was going on and she said just get here when you can. After that call was made I started to relax as I now knew I would'nt be getting in trouble for being late on my first day. I kept looking in front of me as the cars slowly started to diminish in front of me. What I saw in front of me I couldn't believe. Fabian Lee. My old best friend from high school who I hadn't seen in years as he had moved away in junior year and we had lost touch. I pulled up to the light as it was finally my turn, rolled down my window and looked at the police officer and he looked at me. OMG isabel is that you?
By Hannah Lovell5 years ago in Fiction
The Key To Her Heart
It took the coldest winter in a century for me to find out who my Dad was. I grew up in London, the only child of a single parent, my Mum. I asked about Dad from time to time, as kids will, and Mum would only say Dad had died. She never told me more and refused to discuss him. As far as I knew, we had no other relatives, either. There were always friends, and I remember lots of laughter and good company, but no family.
By Andy Killoran5 years ago in Fiction
The people with painted skin
"Mummy tell me the story" "Tell me the story!" The little girl squeal. her mother laughs "which one" she said "the people with painted skin" she whispered as of telling a precious secret. "hmm? don't recall that one" the mother said feigneing confused
By Kendrix Yasir5 years ago in Fiction
Maya’s Smile
On the last day of summer, I watched over the lake. The breeze skipped over the pale waves, chopping them into little ripples. The sun was setting, and the orange light began to fade into a dark blue dusk. I sat alone on the lakefront taking in the warm air. After school I would always go there to get away from home a little longer. It wasn’t that a disliked being there; I just enjoyed the peace and quiet of being away from the commotion. The breeze was gently brushing against my face like a feather when suddenly I heard a voice behind me.
By Christian Johnston5 years ago in Fiction
The Green Light at The End of The Storm
The sound of rain pattered against the hood of Claire's beat up old Honda. She sat listening to the sound as she wondered how her husband Mark would react to the news. 120 seconds is a long time to sit and ponder when your dreams are coming true. She imagined what would happen once that red light turned green.
By Crystal Nicole5 years ago in Fiction
