Love
My Charming Vegan
It was the winter of 2007 and another cold, damp day in March. I had been separated from my husband for over a year now, and I began to fall into the same old habits. My monotonous pattern was one that occurred every Friday evening. It actually excited me…a trip to Hollywood Video, a bowl of popcorn (heavily salted, of course) and my Boxer, Bandit, on my lap perfectly completed my peaceful and cozy evening.
By Lori Armstrong5 years ago in Fiction
His Wife Asked If We Could Be "Just Friends"
When I stopped speaking to him, I constantly worried that I might run into him somewhere. I kept imagining scenarios where I'd be out to dinner with friends and look up to see Jack across the restaurant, or I'd be at a gas station and he'd pull up to the pump next to mine, or something. But as months went by without incident, the less I thought about it - it hadn't happened yet, so it wasn't likely to. We clearly had lives that were different enough, separate enough, that simply ending our connection was enough to cut off contact completely. Sometimes that made me sad, but mostly I figured it was a good thing. It saved me from unplanned interactions with Jack; I didn't know how those would go anymore.
By Shea Keating5 years ago in Fiction
Blink of an Eye
Happy music danced through the night sky, weaving in and out of the ship’s twinkling lights and up to dance around the moon lost forever somewhere in the night. The cruise ship plowed through inky black water away from anything real, causing a cold and forceful wind.
By Colleen Sincavage5 years ago in Fiction
Last Chance
You cannot escape until you fix your mistakes and find your life’s path... A voice boomed over an intercom. Jon ran down a hall unsure of what he was running from or where he was running to. It was like a dream; one minute the world was black, and the next he was running.
By Colleen Sincavage5 years ago in Fiction
Crab and Bull
(Claws, Sea, Shell) Being a Dove, people always ask me about true love & the secret to a perfect relationship. I look every one of them in the eye & say ‘There is no such thing as a perfect relationship & the only way you find true love is to love truly.’ I explain that it is simply impossible for it to be perfect but that doesn’t mean it can’t be amazing. No one will ever be able to love another exactly the way they want, the key is to just try.
By Amber Trudeau5 years ago in Fiction
Going Home
Margaret waited until the coast was clear and pressed her frail body against the cold brick wall. She hoped if she made herself small, moved quickly and quietly, she could get to the front door un-detected. The long hall’s overhead lights were turned off to “conserve energy.” Or so the residents were told, when they pleaded to not be left alone in complete darkness. She suspected the lights were kept off so the night crew could sleep through their shifts. The only illumination for her flight, was the rusty green exit sign hanging over the porthole to her freedom. Tonight, Margaret was grateful for the green tinted darkness, that barely lit her way to the door. While enveloped in tinged shadows, Margaret, or Maggie as her beloved husband Ted called her, stopped to listen to the familiar sounds of the lonely night, one last time…
By DeEtta Miller5 years ago in Fiction
Green Light
Exhausted she fell into her chair. Her arms and legs weak from the days rigorous agenda. More tired than hungry, she opted not to eat as that would require her to move more muscles. She closed her eyes and felt her tense body relaxing. Could she even make it to her bed? She pondered a short while and gave up on the notion of moving.
By Katherine Dockery5 years ago in Fiction
UNFINISHED BUSINESS
Living as an earth-bound spirit was much like living as an outcast in society. You were invisible and nobody talked to you. Some would say that statement was a bit of an oxy-moron but Beau felt very alive despite the fact he'd been knocked down by a bus crossing the road in Shoreditch.
By Sarah Kay Thomson5 years ago in Fiction
The crimson rose
One beauitful summers night a woman strolling through the rose garden happened to come acrossed this rose, it was like no other she seen before. The beauty of the rose was appealing so drawn into its dark color that she got lost in it. The rose took her on a journey into the realms of love. The journey shown her what her heart desired and what her soul only wanted and longed for in love. The woman who was named Serenity June was enjoying the journey the rose was taking her on, she only wished to meet the one true love the one whom could unlock these desires in her life.
By Sara Kline5 years ago in Fiction
