Love

BRUISED NIGHT
Let me tell you a story true, tonight: The trees soften like molasses through the night, bent and finger-figured, just as our words honey through our heads and the world in all its endlessness, yields into shape, be it shapeless or not
By Robert A Black5 years ago in Fiction
WRECK
https://dW R E C K Post Traumatic Stories an unknown sitter Random fractured thoughts/Human wreckage/I’m a wreck/My mental shipwreck is strewn about me like the debris field of sunken ship/Spread out to the ever-evolving horizon.
By an unknown sitter5 years ago in Fiction
Meet Me At Miller's Barn
Meghan lay quietly, wrapped in a flannel blanket, looking up at the night sky and the few twinkling stars she could see through the gap in the roof boards of the old barn. She glanced over at Clinton. He was sobbing, tears flowing steadily from his blue eyes. She smiled slightly at the sight, he was always crying from what she remembered. It was one of the things she loved best about him.
By Misty Rae5 years ago in Fiction
Chilled Body Of Water
Chilled Body Of Water Two friends go on a date at the nearest body of water, which is frozen over because of the winter.
By Burnt Baguettes5 years ago in Fiction
Barn Dance
Meryl and Shandy had been dating about a year and were deeply in love. At 18 and 19 they already knew they would spend the rest of their lives together. They were talking a walk along the lane near her grandmother's house on their way to the store. It was a bright sunny day when suddenly a cloud appeared and before they knew it they were being soaked by the rain. They dashed into a neighbor's barn that was not currently being used and huddled together as they shook the wet from their clothes.
By Cheryl E Preston5 years ago in Fiction
Kissing Jacob Jones
It was the evening before the big night and I found myself in there again. The barn, quite cold this late in the evening, was almost ready for the annual Dolesdale Dance. Popcorn streamers, flickering lanterns, and the half-hidden smell of manure filled the wooden space. The empty barrels used for feed were cleared out to make room for the band and finger foods were set to be served at the back corner, where the dogs couldn't reach. And though I'd been inside preparing for hours, I couldn't wait to return the following day at 6:15 p.m. sharp to welcome the whole town myself.
By Sarah Said5 years ago in Fiction
HOT TOOTHFISH CHOWDER
“I don’t want to have this conversation now” I said as I picked up another used coffee cup. The kettle was boiling. I picked it up and poured boiling hot water into a plastic cylinder which stood atop a cup I just washed brandishing the Australian Flag.
By Luke Lawson5 years ago in Fiction
Queen Atria
Dawn of the New World “It’s safe to say he must die.” Are they really going to kill him? I thought the whole purpose of creating a new world was to inspire change. How can treating a life so savagely result in a better tomorrow?
By Jack Gould5 years ago in Fiction
The Old Man and the Barn.
Everything must come to an end at some point. Even the places you know and love; and the relationships with the people you see everyday.
By Rachel Slater5 years ago in Fiction
Lagos S.A.L.T
1. A robust, averaged height girl ran down the stairs, screaming joyfully. Her short skirt was hitched around her belly button, exposing a view that wasn’t child-friendly.
By C.O. Ajisafe5 years ago in Fiction
Love Lost
Grief can seem like a thick dark cloud that feels near impossible to get away from. The pain that is caused from grief can be like a huge, dark ocean wave that keeps crashing over you, throwing you back into its depths again and again.
By Terri Allen5 years ago in Fiction
Just Relax. Everything is Going to be Fine
TW\\ panic attack “Just relax. Everything is going to be fine.” “You don’t know that” I huffed, sitting on the blue sofa in front of me. I sank into it, and allowed myself to be swallowed in. Nothing about this situation was going to be fine.
By Lindsay Dewolfe5 years ago in Fiction