Love
Raging Mind
I can feel an itch between my shoulder blades, a heaviness in my chest, as I try to occupy my hands and mind before I give too much thought to the things I actually need to focus on. My upcoming move? No. My first time moving in with a romantic partner? No. My need for a full time job again? No. I need to pack for my move and apply to jobs. I need to apply myself to pack and pack my mind with maturity to apply to a job.
By Ariana GonBon5 years ago in Fiction
Untamed
No one in the world knew about the ziplock bag. She hid it in the bottom drawer underneath other papers and random items. To the untrained eye, it was just a pile of nothing. Yet, on these quiet summer nights, she knew exactly where to find that package of memories.
By Nicole Wong5 years ago in Fiction
The Legacy
Lauren knew the sound of that ’53 Panhead like she knew the sound of her own breathing. Without even being near it, she could already smell the oily tang of the exhaust. For fifty years Lauren had cared for that motorcycle as if her life depended on it, and, in a way, it did. She looked down at her phone again, at the text message displayed on the screen, and as the rumble of the two-stroke Harley Davidson got closer, she smiled.
By Anthony Stauffer5 years ago in Fiction
Duke
Duke is a beast of beasts. He has got to be one of the largest creatures to ever roam this God-blessed world. Pure muscle. It's fun to watch children see him for the first time and jump backward. Some dare to try to touch him, but he doesn't let them. And he sure is a dirty son of a bitch. Regardless of the terrain, you can always smell him before you see him. But he is sweet and gentle, and easy to love.
By Ryan Weingartner5 years ago in Fiction
NOT NOW BABY, I'M CHAFED!
"Oh God!, it's another scorching hot afternoon," Joshua said as he was taking his last reinvigorating break of the day. He sauntered to the parking lot to get his phone from inside his vehicle - with a blue towel draped around his neck. It was kept there constantly during his breaks - to wipe the sweat from his face.
By Dr. Totziette Slater5 years ago in Fiction
Texas Heat — Chapter 3
Corey pulled his truck up the wide, tree-lined drive of Covington Manor, home of the wealthy owners of Covington Oil. Trees towered like watchful sentinels along the quarter-mile drive. Their branches, never still in the West Texas breeze, sprouted a million dancing leaves all flashing in the sunlight as if signaling his approach to the Lady of the Manor.
By Lynda Coker5 years ago in Fiction
The Summer We Met
I rummaged through another stack of papers shoved in a corner of the room my granddad spent all his time in. Music scores, receipts, hotel confirmations, and more littered the sanctuary he created before passing. As the eldest grandson, I offered my help to my grandma to go through these things and keep only the important and necessary documents. So far, I had three solid trash bags of just pure junk. I was tempted to toss the whole stack, feeling an ache forming in my lower back. But, I continued on and told myself I would take a break after I finished this stack.
By Liz Gonzalez5 years ago in Fiction
A letter to my Best Friend; BFF
A letter of Best Friend: You said you need some space. For somebody who lectures the significance of limits, I regard your solicitation and a similar time I actually battle with how you could require more space than you as of now have. I'm 1363 miles away from you, we talk scarcely month to month, but then space is still what you need. From me.
By Better Brain5 years ago in Fiction
Love and Respect
In the year 2013, I turned down a boy who is one of my closest friends. I was also single at the time. But I turned him down because of my caste and parents. I made him a lifetime friendship offer and I meant it. He agreed to my terms, and we began hanging out with no preconceived notions. But, all of a sudden, he confronted me about his feelings and his insecurities about me. He reasoned that I could prefer someone else. I stated to him that there is no one in my life who I can completely trust and that I have only a few friends. However, he resigned. He expressed his dissatisfaction with the situation. He wishes to resume his life. He can only understand 0 or 1 because he was a computer graduate. The call was then hung upon. I called him right away to tell him not to tell our mutual friends about our talk. “Don’t worry, I’m not going to tell anyone!” he said as he agreed.
By Brandsandu5 years ago in Fiction
Marigold in Philly
Marigold smiled as she thought of the extenuating circumstances that planted her boot clad feet in the Philly. Even though it was blistering cold and her uncover nose felt as though it would fall off her face, the warmth she felt in her heart could truly not compare. After all these years, she finally possessed the ability to reunite with her long long lost love. She specifically recalled the bittersweet moment she reluctantly walked away from his pleading eyes fully knowing that she would never return and if she did there was an almost ninety-nine percent chance their situation would not go back to how it was in the past. They could never stay under the same roof or share any type of leaving quarters together for that was an impossibility; it would always be, always.
By Holly Phillips5 years ago in Fiction
The Changing of Seasons
Climbing, studying, feeling, and finally picking the perfect pear for the two of them, was what Johnny, day-dreamed about and looked forward to everyday even during class. Sitting in class listening to Mr. Lee, while staring down at his paper, pencil tapping on the desk waiting for the bell to ring. His anticipation for 3:30 was almost unbearable. Unbearable because he had a meeting with a pear tree, but not just any pear tree, it was the one which grew deep green leaves with pears that had a flicker of red and orange reflecting off of their favorite lake. This meeting between the two went on everyday, seven days a week.
By Rosaline Gunn5 years ago in Fiction
