Love

Black Dog
The black dog is back. It saunters up, dripping with mud and slobber and rainwater. It’s shaggy and unkempt and elusive. Its eyes are easily the most unnerving; they’re blue and cold and they stare into mine as I watch it from my window.
By luna5 years ago in Fiction
Mourning with Cake
“Happiness. Simple as a glass of chocolate or tortuous as the heart. Bitter. Sweet. Alive.” ― Joanne Harris, Chocolat Liv packed her suitcase while tears streamed down her face.
By Shannon Moose5 years ago in Fiction
You can't have your cake and eat it
I don't really eat much chocolate; I am a pizza kind of girl. That day was an exception. I was walking down the high street, daydreaming and listening to Oasis in my earphones, when I turned and saw the shop window of the tearoom: it displayed flowers, picnic baskets and a small artificial water stream. It made me feel, for a second, as if I wasn't in the city anymore, but in the countryside making the best of the summer.
By Gianna5 years ago in Fiction
Chocolate Sin
Cameron was running late, but that was nothing unusual. Everyone who knew Cami well knew that she was always fifteen to twenty minutes late to every event. Her family and friends had tried so many times to help her be punctual, but no matter how early she got up or started getting ready she was always behind somehow.
By Zoie Park5 years ago in Fiction
It Was Always You
“Hey,” I motioned to the waiter with my hand as I sat down on the tall bar stool. “Can I get,” I searched the wedding dessert menu in front of me with a numb expression. “A slice of chocolate cake, please?” The waiter nodded and walked to the back to get it. I sighed and laid my little black purse on the granite counter as I turned my seat to face the dance floor. Everyone was still eating their dessert, fortunately for me, no one had begun slow dancing. It was hard enough going to these weddings alone, where two people swore to devote their love and lives to each other. But seeing them dancing across the floor, looking into each other's eyes like that, it was just too much for me to take. The waiter came back with a little silver plate and a huge slice of cake. My mouth watered with expectations. I thanked him and reached for a fork, ready to eat my feelings, when suddenly…
By Amelia Carter 5 years ago in Fiction
Love By Chocolate
“Chocolate?” Maybel scrunches up her nose. “Not everyone agrees with chocolate.” “Well, everyone invited to my wedding will just have to agree with it.”
By CJ5 years ago in Fiction
The Birthday Present
It was a huge mistake. How he hadn’t seen that from the beginning was beyond him. And there was no way to take it back – what was done, was done, and now he just hoped she believed him.
By Jenna Herbst5 years ago in Fiction
It's A Date
Story 1: Love In Two Days - Part of a three-part story series "Have you heard of the Raging Bull County Fair?" Ever since getting out of Ozan's car yesterday, we've been in constant communication. Our text thread alone looks like we've been in a three-year committed relationship. I feel a sense of relief talking to him. I've never felt this way towards a man before, and I must say, "I like it here."
By teisha leshea5 years ago in Fiction
The Lonely Baker
There’s many small joys in life, for me there’s nothing more joyous than a coffee and a sweet treat. So when Ben invited me on a date at the Revelier Hotel, famous for its decadent cakes and fancy desserts, I was chuffed. I really hoped that this date would go well because I didn’t want it to spoil my memories of the Revelier. I was wearing my doc marten boots and my new pretty summer dress, it was too cold really for a linen dress like this, but I was too excited to wear it! My docs and black denim jacket made it bearable.
By Melanie Baker 5 years ago in Fiction
The Black Mamba in the 'Misery of Bitterness'
Bexley stood balancing herself on the edge of the curb; a soft rain had begun to fall around her- causing strangers to take cover or release the springs of packed umbrellas over their heads. Not her. The rain wasn't a concern of hers. Nothing much was lately, like she had decided that all the monotonous routine of life and society wasn't mandatory for her at the moment. It could lean its pressure on someone else for a while; Bexley had had quite enough thank you. She stood staring at a black corner café, the front window a promise of sweet, peculiar treats. The shop's name 'The Misery of Bitterness' stirred the twitch of a smile, making her focus on the boards out front. The neat scroll of coloured chalk named desserts like 'Gothic gingerbreads,' 'Mamba Mud cake,' 'Crypt Custards,' and 'Immoral ice-cream.' She had been wandering again, making her feet move. One after the other, small even steps and came across it. Bexley wasn't sure which part of town she was even in or if she had entered another; all she knew was that she wanted to go inside. Crossing the streets without checking, a white Volkswagen beetle screeched on its brakes. A short, balding man behind the wheel wound down his window, yelling obscenities at Bexley. His words fell with the rain; she crossed without even a glance his way.
By Kirsten Blyton5 years ago in Fiction
The Cake
Moist, thick, rich and chocolatey, that's how you could describe the now homogeneous mixture sitting in the bowl on the kitchen counter.
By Kelly Maurica5 years ago in Fiction
The Blue Magician
Miguel gasped as Maricela approached the shop. Her silky black hair bounced off her back as she walked toward him. He reached under the counter for a bundle of orchids.
By Hugo Lasalle5 years ago in Fiction