Love
The Gift I Needed
I awake to the chirping sounds of the birds, their singing in the high summer morning. I can hear the faint laughter outside, children playing a game early. It is summertime; there is no need to stay inside, I suppose. I desire to sleep in; however, I can say the sounds are a nice difference from my phone alarm. My chubby little tabby walks on top of my chest and sits down. She purrs, looking down at my face with her paw on top of my mouth. It's almost as if she's trying to kill me in my sleep. I smile at her taking my little feline down to the floor.
By Dalila Fuentes5 years ago in Fiction
A Family Tradition
Anna set the package on the kitchen table and went back to the nearly-cooked scrambled eggs, stirring them with a spatula. She was happy today. She felt warm, cozy inside. Her little sister, Lucy, was home from college and had slept over. They’d stayed up too late, drank a bit too much wine, a really good cab, and laughed more than she could ever remember. Today they had the whole day together to shop, see a movie, whatever. Then tonight, Lucy would meet Steven.
By John T Talbert5 years ago in Fiction
The simple brown package
My doorbell rings pulling me from my thoughts. I open my eyes to the blank screen on my computer. I just can’t find the strength to write the words I need to, or maybe I just have too much to say to fit on the damn blank page. The doorbell rings again.
By Chase Johns5 years ago in Fiction
Yours always,
There’s not much I remember about that summer other than the boy and the shoes. I remember the cicadas were particularly noisy the day I met him. I remember the white blouse with little flowers that I wore until it was stained with dirt and grass. And I remember the marigolds.
By Bella Kulyk 5 years ago in Fiction
Love to Last a Lifetime
A subtle breeze tickles the sheer, white curtains that hang from the patio window causing them to dance lightly on the wooden floor below. The peaceful sound of waves crashing against the rocks streams through the window along with the breeze, providing a gentle song that fills the cozy beach house with tranquility. The oceanic interlude is interrupted by a ringing phone in the background.
By Gelita Mimms5 years ago in Fiction
The Greek Shark
“Mother, you can go to California, but, it’s no place for Elizabeth.” My mother’s protest to my grandmother echoed in my mind as the Skylark turned down a beachfront street. The protests were dismissed. My grandmother was funding my education, after all, and she demanded to spend the summer with me in warm sunshine before I left for college.
By Ashley Maureena 5 years ago in Fiction
