Love

The Silent Hand
The room was silent. Outside the trees creaked, the animals scurried, and the wind brushed the cares of the day down the grass-lined road. None of those sounds could penetrate into this room. She eyed the plate before her, the seemingly benign experience of sitting down for some dessert rudely interrupted.
By Brady Hollis5 years ago in Fiction
Life and Metaphors
"It's such a cliche to talk about how sharks die if they stop swimming," I said, watching the water for dorsal fins knifing through the surface. We'd been at sea for long enough that I was proud of the fact that I hadn't grown queasy yet.
By Littlewit Philips5 years ago in Fiction
Dusk over Paradise
Alone, at a balcony, far above thousands. Hearing the endless hymns of people, cars, and life in a metropolitan area. A forest of ineptitude nature. False plastic lives all too similar to her own. The sun rose hours ago and now it's waning behind some tycoons tower of babel. She hated that it was there. If it wasn't there the dark, the night blighted in dark thoughts, wouldn't come so soon and it wouldn't leave too late.
By Marukichi5 years ago in Fiction
An unwelcome surprise
He presented me with a suspicious box wrapped in brown paper. It was small and had a pink ribbon tied round it. I say suspicious because this man was a prankster.
By Sarah Morgan5 years ago in Fiction
The Third Wife
Susan was a third wife with a capital T. It’s not what you would imagine though. She was not the lithe little ingénue who crept through the spaces created by men in crisis. The men were in crisis of course, but it was a far cry from the desire of a man to make himself feel younger, more powerful, more in charge. No, he needed a woman like Susan because he was adrift.
By Kat Rainbow5 years ago in Fiction
The Breakup
OK, cake. Listen up. You hate me, and I hate you. So, here’s the deal. We absolutely cannot see each other anymore. We are through. Finito. Done.
By Nikki Bennett5 years ago in Fiction
Oceanic Panic
The sun beamed down upon the clear blue currents, sending rays of light into unknown depths of the ocean. Beaded droplets of water fell effortlessly from my wine glass onto my light denim capris. There was no wind and the scarlet red nail polish on my toenails appeared to create its own flame as my sandals sat snuggly upon my suntanned feet. It was hot, and the weather provided no remorse for its patrons.
By MK Colbert5 years ago in Fiction
True Love
“Get up, bitch. We are going to the beach.” Tammy was always ready to go to the beach and today was the perfect day to get a tan. “Tommy and Gary are going to meet us there. If we are lucky, we might just get lucky later. So, move your ass and get ready.”
By Aaron Gensel5 years ago in Fiction
Donovan's Barn - Part Two
This is the second installment of Donovan's Barn. If you are interested in reading the first one, you may find it here. ***
By Julie Buchy5 years ago in Fiction
The Woman in Blue
So, today I woke up and got out of bed groggily. I made my way to the restroom and washed my face. I dried my hands and walked into the kitchen.
By Crystal Starr Allen5 years ago in Fiction
The Adventure of a Lifetime
It was advertised as "The Adventure of a Lifetime." I had recently graduated from college with a degree in Spanish and had no idea what to do next. In great need of an adventure, I called the number on the Ad. The phone was answered by what sounded like a very attractive woman named Sophia. Hello, may I help you? she responded. I'm calling in response to your solicitation for a Bilingual Assistant to accompany you on the adventure of a lifetime!
By Dr. David Yates5 years ago in Fiction
April 4th
“So, you’re at this again?” she asked. “Glutton for punishment?” She leaned back in her chair. “What do you mean?” He folded the eggs and flour together while leaning over to read the recipe. “This is a joyous moment.” Flour and milk spotted the countertop. He bore down on the spoon.
By James Henderson 5 years ago in Fiction