Love

A Woman and Her Man... I mean Van.
I dreamed of Landon’s shadow standing forever in the night. I tried to go to him, but he was always just out of reach. The stars gleamed overhead, and the trees seemed to be moving—closing in around us and then expanding, dragging me with them to the farthest reaches of the clearing.
By Christine Reed5 years ago in Fiction
8 Seconds
I stuck my hand in the bowl of numbers and pulled number ten. My heart stopped, waiting for the name of the bull it was linked to. “Jacobs Callahan, you have drawn Bully for your ride tonight. Gonna be a tough reunion folks.” The air stuck in my lungs and I couldn’t breathe, I needed the opening ceremony to be over so I could get some fresh air. Dammit, this was my chance to change the way people looked at me after my last encounter with this bull. “Ladies and Gentlemen please stand on your feet and give these fine men and women a hand. I’m going to turn it over to the beautiful Jessica Marx to sing us the national anthem.”
By Jordan5 years ago in Fiction
Heartbreak Short Story # 1
A gust of wind blows across her face. The salty air gets into her nostrils. It’s cemented into her mind. She’s at the ocean. She had never been to the beach. It was supposed to be a romantic trip with him. It smelled salty for the most part. She sat on the sand, watching the sunset alone. Sipping her soda as she saw the sun go down. The sunset feels different without him there. She had never felt as lonely as she did now. She got up and wiped the sand off her white jeans. She didn’t fret about getting sand in them. If she was the person that she once was, the sand in her jeans would have been the biggest concern. But, she set those concerns aside. It didn’t matter to her whether the jeans she was wearing got sand in them or not. She had bigger problems to worry about. She walked the long coastline thinking about him. About his hair. His eyes. All the things she had loved about him, she was now growing to hate. A solitary tear rolled down her cheek. She wiped it off. She stared at the horizon without a vision in mind. She felt a shiver go up to her spine. She bundled herself more into her cardigan as if that would soothe the pain she felt within. He wanted to show her the world and he was supposed to take her to the beach but he never came. She missed him bitterly but she knew that he would never come back. She watched as others cuddled closely together. A bitter feeling of jealousy came up. She shrugged it off and trekked back to her hotel room. She made herself a cup of coffee and worked through the night, desperately trying to distract herself from her bitter reality. The phone rings. It’s him. She doesn’t answer. She blocks his number and continues her work. He desperately tries to reach her but to no avail. He paces from corner to corner trying to find out if she’s okay. He regrets leaving her but what’s done has been done. A feeling of anger creeps through his mind. He pushes it aside. He acknowledges what he did was wrong. The disappointment comes through. He throws his phone on the sofa and cries. He goes to the fridge to get himself a drink. He puts a few ice cubes and drinks as much as he can. He can’t stop thinking of her. Her hair. Her eyes. Her lips. Everything that he can remember of her never fades. He thinks about the good memories. She thinks about her itinerary for the next day. He falls asleep after a drink and a good cry. She stays awake to work on her presentation. He wakes up the next morning feeling drained. She’s already awake and on her morning walk. He drives to work feeling exhausted and regretting what he said to her the night before they broke up. She feels sad, but liberated as she gets herself an ice cream from the street vendor nearby. They shared a lot together but maybe it was better that they split. She thinks that and blinks the thought away. He ponders deeply as he drives to work. She laughs as she shares a drink with someone new. He cries as he watches his favorite movie. She finds herself thinking about the breakup. He goes out with his friends to have fun. She gets a call from him. Setting the phone aside, she continued talking with her friends, laughing about bygones and college shenanigans. He was laughing with his friends while they played board games. One day, they met each other. She smiles at him feebly. He laughs as she tells him about her adventures. He tells her that he has met someone new. Something breaks within her. She nods at his every word. She goes to get herself a drink. Tears streaming down her face, she thought she had truly moved on. Neither of them had truly moved on, but the fact of the matter was that they were trying.
By NS5 years ago in Fiction
The Promise of Marigolds
The darkness in her spirit had been overwhelming since she had lost Joseph. She had loved him from the moment she had first caught sight of him. He was tall, dark, and handsome. Her love of him was deeply embedded in her heart, cemented in like concrete. Kathleen longed for the closeness of him. She wanted to breathe in the aroma of him just as she had when he had embraced her. Each time he had held her she wished she could be padlocked inside of his arms forever. He had never verbally expressed his love for her, but she saw his eyes sparkle at every glance directed towards her. His eyes merged into her own upon contact. Now, he was gone. She would never know if what she had perceived in his eyes matched what was in his soul. She had lost him to another woman. He had not been faithful. He was marrying another and this woman was pregnant with his child. Kathleen's heart was shattered into a million pieces. Her spirit was broken. She could not understand his unfaithfulness. They had been together for over a year. Joseph had never given her any explanation. She had been left with no closure or understanding of what went wrong. It was like someone had died that you had unresolved issues with making it difficult to lay them to rest. Kathleen felt this way in regard to Joseph. Everything was left incomplete.
By Pamela Johnson5 years ago in Fiction
Strong Forces
Now was the time of Orion, the Big Dipper, the Little Dipper – she adjusted the direction and focus of the scope – and there he was! Baidam! Swimming among the stars, a shark in the constellations. Her shark. Her guardian.
By KJ Aartila5 years ago in Fiction
Seven Minutes in Heaven
“Are you coming out tonight?” The words still echoed, and haunted my fragile mind. I can still remember the party like it was yesterday. The room reeked of beer and various body odors, the smiles of young adults surrounding us. I wasn’t going to go at first, you know. I had originally planned on staying in.
By Lindsay Dewolfe5 years ago in Fiction
Eternal Love
I was overwhelmed with the elegance of the mansion’s beauty on entering the double doors to the entrance area with it’s checker board black and white marbled floor. I was greeted by the formally dressed butler with him taking my coat.
By Sherry jackson5 years ago in Fiction
A Newfound Respect
“Honey, are you sure?” James asks his wife with a look on his face somewhere between concern and excitement. “If you’re scared we can skip this part and just hang out on the boat,” he reassures as the excursion employee helps with her equipment.
By Rafael Guerrero5 years ago in Fiction
The young boy and the Sea
The salt of the ocean on the West coast was loved by all. Nobody was immune to the scent of pure freedom, it was therapeutic in more than one way. The way that it makes you feel, when you breathe it deep into your lungs, you can almost feel the crashing of waves without even being near them. The sensation that it gives you is like none other. Peace. It brings peace to the weariest of hearts. And those that venture out to the beach and even into the depth of the arms of what can at times be both deadly and harmless, sometimes find more than they ever thought they would.
By Ronny Troyer5 years ago in Fiction
Intercession of the Holy Virgin and Saint Ite
Ite entered the cool interior of the church, a reverent stillness guiding every step. She dipped her hand in the holy water and crossed herself, invoking the power of the Virgin Mary’s intercession and blessing.
By Michèle Nardelli5 years ago in Fiction
The Gift of Love
I never wanted to let you go, Or take back what I gifted you in the past. I leave you my heart in a shabby cardboard box,
By Rose Silva5 years ago in Fiction
When to Let The Little Things Go
I never thought myself to be the sentimental type, but sweeping through my home town one last time is making me reconsider my connection to physical things. There’s a certain melancholic comfort in reaching out and touching something that’s been in your life forever, or driving down a road you’ve driven hundreds of times before. I can’t pretend like leaving it all behind is easy. But I feel like I have to, because if I don’t, the end of it all might actually start to get to me.
By Kyle Christopher5 years ago in Fiction