Love

Marigolds To Bring You Back
Did you know marigold flowers are said to attract the souls of the dead? I found that out on Google. I like to look up random facts to help me pass the time. Time moves so much slower now. Today when I went to Google my random fact I felt like maybe you were sending me a sign. Like you wanted me to find out about the marigolds and their true meaning.
By BriMichelle 5 years ago in Fiction
Marigolds and Clover
By a cruel twist of fate, the sun was shining and the birds were singing the day we laid Clover to rest. For the world, her death will have gone unheralded. No obituary would appear in the paper. Nobody would tweet how sorry they were to see her go or provide accolades of her accomplishments. No bard would sing of her feats, no epic saga of her adventures would be filmed, no Wikipedia article would be written about her life, and no queen would posthumously bestow upon her a ladyhood - if that’s the correct term. She was just gone, her life an insignificant blip on a radar, a true nobody in the history of the world.
By Phoebe Wilby5 years ago in Fiction
The Girl Who Stopped El Niño
Everything about that summer of 1992 turned out exactly how it promised to be. It was the hottest summer in years, largely because of El Nino. There was a massive drought in the countryside and the farmers could not plant their rice for months. It hadn’t rained for weeks. What used to be fissures in the muddy fields, had now grown to full-sized cracks. These were hard and uncertain times.
By Ryan Patrick 5 years ago in Fiction
Grimm In Love,
I watched as tears rolled down my face while the graveyard emptied from the funeral happening a few plots over. Sitting down beside her freshly dug grave felt weird. It had been 3 weeks and she still felt like I lost her yesterday. Feeling the wind pick up as the air got chilly. I looked up to see a hooded black figure, blinking my eyes I assumed they were clouded with tears. That was until it moved closer and closer, before standing just on the other side of the headstone I sat in front of. I blinked watching as he brought a sithe out of his cloak. Gasping I sprung up and walked backward a few steps.
By Misha Alsleben5 years ago in Fiction
Too Young to Wilt
The thick green grass of the hill was dotted with explosions of colour, as wildflowers of every shape and size danced around the glade. Like the fingers of a waking giant emerging from the earth, huge ancient trees circled the palm of the meadow, kindly offering shade with their canopies.
By Benett S5 years ago in Fiction
Separated
I stood for hours at the edge. I do not know what else to do. Is there anything else to do? No, there probably is, but I can not—will not—think of it. How could I? It would not be fair. Alone I wonder about the future because alone I stand. But I should be standing with you.
By Jace5 years ago in Fiction
His Dad's Pond
It was an endless sea of concrete as far as he could see. John had gotten to exactly where he wanted to be, yet every time he looked out the window of his twelfth story apartment, all he could see was a sea of concrete for miles on end. This was the life of someone who now had no life, working sixty hours a week, coming home, eating dinner, and going to bed. He told himself that he needed a break. He even had the accumulated vacation time he could use any time he wanted. Yet, he just couldn't. Or wouldn't. This time, however, as he glanced over the sea of concrete, a memory came back to him. It was one that would take him to another world entirely, but was it merely a dream....
By Michael Paige5 years ago in Fiction
The Most Precious Thing
It had been three weeks since Mum died. Two since her funeral. My sister, Jane, and I had been putting off sorting through Mum’s house ever since our spat about who got her pear crumble recipe. Jane won, in the end. It was her daughter’s favourite, she used to live off the stuff. I’d have been the bad guy if I stole that from her. The last thing I wanted was to be hated by the few family members I had left.
By Cat Rose5 years ago in Fiction
The Marigold Relationship
Last summer I met this really wonderful person name Melissa Marigold. O I forgot to tell you my name, i'm Alex Windfield. I'm 19 and I love music and dance. They are my whole life. Well they were until I met Melissa Marigold. That's when my whole life had changed
By Shannon Sherer5 years ago in Fiction
A Bouquet of Zachigolds
It feels like everyone is staring at me. God, I don’t look weird, do I? I showered and put some gel in my hair and everything for tonight. Was it too much gel? Does my hair look greasy? Jesus, maybe I should have ducked into the barber I saw down the street earlier.
By Eloise Robertson 5 years ago in Fiction
Just Another Day in Paradise
I reached over and slapped the snooze button on the alarm next to the bed. Squeezing my eyes shut, I curled into a ball momentarily before stretching straight out. My bones and muscles were stiff and I let out a quiet grunt as I relaxed again. Next to me, my husband rolled over to face me and pulled me close. His arm stayed around my waist as I slowly sat up and rubbed my eyes. I gently held his hand and rubbed my thumb over his knuckles while my eyes adjusted to the dark room. Once I could see the dark outlines of the furniture in the bedroom, I squeezed his hand and let go as I swung my legs over the side of the bed.
By Jessica Sawyer5 years ago in Fiction
WHAT A MUSKY SCENT!
July 10th, 2021 - The alarm clock was ringing again. I had pushed the snooze button repeatedly until daylight was beaming through my window. I grabbed my specks from the night stand and peeked at the time. "Oh, my goodness it was 6:45 a.m. - A hour later than I wanted to sleep." I yawned, sadly realizing the man holding me was only in my dream - I paused for a moment and said, "Oh God, not again."
By Dr. Totziette Slater5 years ago in Fiction