Love
Simple Brown Paper Project
It was the morning of their anniversary. She woke up early in the morning to breakfast in bed. Waiting on the table next to her was a small present wrapped in brown paper with writing all over the paper. There was a card. She read the card to see what it said and who it was from? It was from her husband of ten years. He had just gotten home from prison the year before.
By Amanda J Mollett5 years ago in Fiction
Marigolds…
Brandon couldn’t get to the cemetery fast enough. The day had gotten away from him, with work and the drama with Eunice. All he wanted to do was put it all behind him and get there in once piece. But it wouldn’t be easy because the hurricane headed their way was creating gridlock on the highway.
By Alejandra Mora Hendler5 years ago in Fiction
Immortal Love
Marigold Williams. That was my name. My mother had named me after the bunch of flowers that my dad had gotten her on their first date. She would repeatedly tell me that it symbolized positive and energy and how it was the perfect name for me because she and my dad loved me immensely. I never argued about the name. Some of my friends at my old school would say that I was ancient for having such a name. In their eyes, a more modern name like Kylie or Chloe was more acceptable. But to me it didn’t matter what they thought. Even though I was constantly reminded that my name wasn’t good, it was the perfect name for me because my mother had chosen it for me. And my name was a mental picture of how much my mother loved my father and how much the both of them loved me.
By Ranul Amarabandhu5 years ago in Fiction
White dresses and Marigolds
Stacy looked down at her dress, today was one of the most important days of her life. She smiled to herself as her fingertips glided down the beaded seams of her dress. Inhaling for a moment she whispered to herself. “I wish you could be here today, mom. I hope you’re proud of me.” A tiny tear formed in the corner of her eye and she whipped it away before it could fall.
By Amber Klepper5 years ago in Fiction
A Bed of Molten Flowers
The foyer was empty. I glanced right, then left, scanning the separate rooms in the old funeral home. The two-story, white mansion had been the final gathering place for most who had lived in our small town. I didn’t see anyone but could hear faint voices deeper in the house.
By Amy J. Markstahler5 years ago in Fiction
The Orange Flower
Bella. Ms. Bella. A jewel, inside of a gem. She learned at an early age that her skin color would always betray her. It didn't matter what, she saw in the mirror. She knew she was beautiful. But, Bella just couldn't fathom when she stepped outside, why the world didn't accept her beauty. Her shade was the color of the sweetest chocolate known to man. Yet, to most her shade was the shade of ugly; Darkness. Despair. A con artist. A criminal. A menace.
By Adrianne Kirksey5 years ago in Fiction
