Love

Payment Rendered
"Son of a--" a rather grizzled looking man with silver hair exclaimed as he feverishly worked the steering wheel and throttle. He gritted his teeth and cursed again under his breath as his eyes shot from the mirror on the drivers side door to the rearview, a quick cursory glance at the gauges then back to the road. He downshifted hard and expertly worked the steering wheel and throttle as he made the big truck dance around a gooey dirt road corner. Mud splashes as the big tires empty a puddle from the rain earlier in the day.
By Shawn E. Raker5 years ago in Fiction
Your Face on the Frozen Cookies
There sometimes comes a moment late in the day, when the kitchen is hot and perfumed with the scent of browning bread, that I find myself staring deep into the oven, oblivious to the world outside. To my knowledge, batter and dough have not yet shown any proof of sentience, yet I see them come alive at 450 degrees. They shrink and grow, turn golden as they undergo a chemical revolution in the span of minutes.
By J. Scott5 years ago in Fiction
Wedding Day Chocolate Cake Prank
I know it’s tradition for the bride and groom to feed each other a bite of cake on their wedding day. I don’t care for chocolate cake. I prefer strawberry or vanilla. But my fiancé said chocolate cake with buttercream icing is his favorite so I conceded. It’s not that big of a deal anyway. I just asked that he give me a small bite when it came time for that part of the celebration. He winked and said, “Anything for you babe.”
By WriterKat5 years ago in Fiction
Love, Life, Death, and Chocolate
The chocolate cake was like a splinter in my brain. A knife through the very fabric of my mind. Slicing, millimetre by millimetre. Severing those synapses. Rendering me more and more useless, and less and less interested, with each passing day.
By Daniel Lee Peach5 years ago in Fiction
Dessert Before Dinner
It was the best slice of chocolate cake I've ever had. When I cut the cake with my fork, the slice was moist and rich. The cake's thick aroma filled my senses like waking up to fresh-brewed coffee in the morning. The slice stared at me, taunting me, tempting me to order another. And yet, I couldn’t have it. At least, not yet.
By Dan Marcus5 years ago in Fiction
A Bit Of Sweetness
That Friday didn’t start well for Charlie. At all. He arrived to work late when he was supposed to open the shop. And it was very hot as well, extremely and weirdly hot for London, probably the hottest day of the year. He ran to the changing room to leave his stuff, put his apron on, then quickly displayed the cakes on the glass cake stands at the sides of the till and set the tables which luckily didn’t take that long because the Garden café wasn’t a big place, just one main floor and lots of colourful flowers all around the white walls. So he was already sweaty and stressed out as hell by then, when he received a text message from Katia, his co-worker, saying that she would be late for her shift. “Perfect, what else could go wrong?” he thought. It was “just” the day that he really needed to leave on time so that he could go home and organize his anniversary surprise for his boyfriend.
By Carmine Giangregorio5 years ago in Fiction
It's a Piece of Cake!
The slice of cake sat there between them on the table. Looking soft and moist, the sun glinted mildly off the skin of the glacé cherry inside the deep chocolate layer on top and the jam that sat in the middle of the slice. The velvety ganache dripped down the sides from the top. The mound of cream at the thick end of the slice had been carefully sculpted into a flower with a beautiful ring of gold with a single large diamond sitting in the center. Elly looked so happy as he asked her to marry him, here in their favourite cafe with the chocolate cake she ALWAYS ordered.
By Diana Trezona5 years ago in Fiction
Faith of a Friend
Tom is my favorite person. He’s my person! He likes working on his gizmos while listening to opera scores. He likes doing that a lot.
By Chandler Olof5 years ago in Fiction
The Last Piece of You
“You think you’re going to want this still?” Janine turned around to see her mother holding a blue polyester tie. Small furls of thread hung from the raggedy cloth. Her mouth formed an involuntary frown as her hand touched the material. It was rough, cheap, both in texture and appearance. Running her fingers along the length of the tie.
By Caleb Joseph Carrillo5 years ago in Fiction
Lifelong Love
Diandra was a beautiful, tall blonde who had spent her whole life living in Crete, she was now 16 and she is becoming more of an independent young woman looking for adventures
By DeeAnn Coffin Phillips5 years ago in Fiction
The Marriage Thing
Alex pulled out his phone and made the call. Twenty-four hours later he and Priest were seated in a lavish restaurant overlooking the bay, 2000 miles from home. The idyllic view of sails against an azure sky and lush greens in the distance was wasted as they both stared anxiously at the restaurant’s entrance. Priest sipped a scotch and soda hoping the simple cocktail would calm the worst case of nerves he’d had in years.
By Karen Sullivan 5 years ago in Fiction
Happily Ever After
Proposals. They are beautiful moments in the journey through love, and they are usually planned to be a surprise. The thing is most people get a feeling, an intuition if you will, when it is about to happen. They will spend the whole day before what they feel is about to be that “special date” getting their nails or hair done, buying a new outfit or whatever else the case may be while also trying to not make it look like they know.
By Ashley Johnson5 years ago in Fiction