Love
The Solitary Marigold
July 8th, 1992. I can never forget that afternoon. My classes had just started in Ahmedabad, India. I was now in Class 9. My family had moved here 4 years ago as my father was transferred from his job in Lucknow. He used to work for a pharmaceutical company as a chief chemist. I lived with my parents and elder sister Meena.
By Anshuman Kumar5 years ago in Fiction
Glow
Christopher first noticed it when he was ten, a small tree growing out in the front yard. It had a curious shape to it and always seemed to be reaching towards the direction of the sun, the way sunflowers do. The roots grew upward entwined within each other, like arms of lovers born from the ground and afraid to let go.
By papermooncake5 years ago in Fiction
Belladonna
Two bodies, tangled in a desperate and steamy embrace, stumbled through the French patio doors of the impressive Baker family home. Mr Baker hastily loosened his tie between their breathless, hungry kisses as Irena quickly kicked off her stilettos. Mr Baker clasped his hands around Irena’s slight waist and lifted her to face him sitting on the kitchen countertop. Irena wrapped her long legs tight around Simon’s waist and pulled him in even closer, her hands lost in his tousled salt and pepper grey hair. One hand holding her face to his, and the other sliding up her thigh and vanishing under her skirt, Simon Baker was like a famished lion about to devour its prey. Whatever Simon was doing under her skirt made Irena gasp and jerk her head back, which she followed with a devilish giggle and said, “Are you sure this is what you want, Simon?” “I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life.” He replied, his eyes locked onto hers.
By Paige Sharman 5 years ago in Fiction
Working on the Outside
My eyes open to darkness. The room is cold. It’s time to get up. It’s five-thirty. The phone sings a chipper tune. I do not feel chipper. I make coffee and head to the shower. An hour later I am driving, the lights of passing cars are bright in the gloaming. “Luis,” I say outloud to myself. It’s pronounced ‘leui-eece’. “Leui-weece, rhymes with Greece”. I say this a few times to myself. I’ve never said it to him, but I don’t want to get it wrong, should I get the chance. Or courage, I admit to myself; should I get the courage.
By Mark Christian5 years ago in Fiction
True Love
To Jon, when he first kissed Carolyn, it felt like a melting kiss. A really amazing kiss, he couldn’t resist. Jon tried explaining his situation with love by telling his story of meeting the girl he gave into and describing it being very special and meaningful. Jon describes making love to Carolyn, comparing it to “milk and honey becoming one fluid.” Jon seemed thrilled to have this child, because he would be a father and keep his job as mentioned in the story. Mr. Delacourt’s brother, who is the minister, had married Jon and Carolyn, and Jon was very happy. For Jon, it was considered to be “the best day of their lives so far,” as in a chapter to a new beginning, basically. It seems as if Jon, at the beginning, is more excited to be a father compared to Carolyn. Carolyn seems a bit nervous at first. It seems like Jon is willing to give his all to Carolyn and support her while being pregnant. Carolyn seems to be stubborn at first, and it seems as though as if she wants to be independent with her baby. Jon seems to be more in love with Carolyn, than Carolyn with Jon. It is very obvious that Jon has strong feelings for Carolyn because he says that he wants to be able to express how he truly feels about her and to be able to call her “honey” without feeling shame. Jon loves Carolyn because he is willing to prove to Carolyn that he loves her, in which Carolyn asks Jon to prove his love to her.
By Patty Luvver5 years ago in Fiction
True Love
Get up. If you hurry, there is a knife ready to end all of this. You know you want to. You know you want to give yourself peace. Come to me and share a life without guilt. Share a life without any of the hurt you cause daily. You’re just being selfish. Reach for it. End it. You are nothing here but you are everything to me.
By Aaron Gensel5 years ago in Fiction
True Love
I wake up on the couch and see a text from Jerry. He had to go into town for something and would be back in a couple of hours. I wish I didn’t miss him. All I wanted, these past few days, was him close to me. I can’t shake this drowsiness for some reason. I stumble into the kitchen to get a drink of coffee and I pray to the Gods that it does the trick. I stand by the window and look at the barn in the back. How the hell did I get in there and what the hell is going on? Everything feels so real to me but I must be dreaming.
By Aaron Gensel5 years ago in Fiction
True Love
After the funeral, we finally get things squared away and called the movers. Terry will be heading back to the house to get things prepared for them. “Now, just stay here and relax baby. If there is anything you need, just take the truck to town and grab whatever you need. I will be back in a day or two. I just need to explain to them what to pack up and how to get here.” He says, his eyes showing me that this is hard on him. We have never been apart for too long, until now.
By Aaron Gensel5 years ago in Fiction
