Love
Cold Heart
I walk in the street trying to get across to the sidewalk. February's angry winds hit against my face causing me to wince. I’m dreading this meeting but I know it was bound to come. Things changed. I could feel it like the cloud filled with gray above me. We haven’t been happy in a while but, doesn’t mean I don’t care about us.
By Danielle Beard5 years ago in Fiction
American Spirits
I squinted, trying to see through not only the darkness but the tendrils of cigarette smoke as well that filled the crowded club. I had my arm snaked around the hips of Claudine, a girl that I had met two weeks before in this same club, as she grinded them against my own. Lime and turquoise lights bounced off of her practically white hair, which was frizzy and crazy from all the dancing. She licked her lips like they had sugar covering them and pulled at my neck until my ear was level with her mouth. Her breath smelled like the American Spirit yellows that seemed to be glued between her pouty lips every time I was around her. I found her smoking disgusting, but her body was heavenly. She whispered something in my ear that I couldn’t make out over the EDM that rattled my skull. I looked blankly at her, half trying to figure out what she said, half trying to see if she would say it again. She repeated herself louder, shouting into my ear.
By Maloree Powers5 years ago in Fiction
Sedona
“That’ll be fifteen eighty-six.” I passed a crumpled twenty over the counter to the cashier girl, grabbed my cloves, and mumbled under my breath to keep the change. The bell on the door twinkled a goodbye as I left butt-fuck nowhere for good. I saw the girl wave behind my back in the reflection of the glass door, but I didn’t care enough to turn around and return it.
By Maloree Powers5 years ago in Fiction
Undoing
Karla swung her feet out of bed. She listened for the noise of Secret Service agents patrolling the corridors. Harry slept in a separate suite alone. Her husband was estranged ever since his workers found the brown paper box. What an idiot, she thought, to think I'd get away with it.
By Danielle Eckhart5 years ago in Fiction
The Estranged Wife Part 2
Sarah Collins’ POV I woke up early today because I needed to be in the office before 8 o’ clock to meet with my team. I glanced at the clock on the side table and it was 5:30 am, just in time to try on different outfits that I planned to wear for today, take a shower and have a decent breakfast with George. I took a shower, made a neat bun with my hair and put some light makeup on. I decided to wear my black and white colour blocked fake two piece dress and black open toe pumps. I didn’t want to be underdressed for the meeting but I certainly couldn’t afford to be overdressed and make an impression that I was the CEO. I wore a pair of pearl earrings and a gold oversized watch. I pulled back the curtain from my bedroom window to see what the weather was like outside. It was raining heavily. I grabbed a coat from my closet and left the apartment. I saw George standing at the lobby waiting for me.
By Jem Ricafort5 years ago in Fiction
New Traditions
There must be music and laughter around, but she cannot hear it. There must be lights and joyful faces, but she cannot see them. The world around her rests beyond her view as all her focus resides within two small metal spoons. The gentle ting they make as she brings them together, tapping them over and over again, is louder for her than any part of celebrations taking place around her. The dull shine of their form stands within the spotlight of her focus, as the memories of past years flood her vision.
By Bree Beadman5 years ago in Fiction
Birthday surprise, the box that came and........
I had just finished my shift at the restaurant, and it was 12.00am in morning. I unlocked my car and got in, and as I drove, I fell into my pattern of digesting and thinking about my day, week, which all blended into each other.
By Emma White5 years ago in Fiction
Absence Makes the Head Grow Dumber
My hands are shaking as I tighten my tie and smooth my hair in the mirror. Only one hour until I get to see the most amazing woman I have ever met. I shouldn’t still be nervous months into the relationship, but the idea that she would choose to be with me is still incredible to me. She had just returned last night from a 2 weeklong business trip, and I can’t wait to see her again. Just as I turn to leave, my phone dings. I look to find a text from my love.
By Christan Tracy5 years ago in Fiction
Monsieur Death
He was eight years old. A talkative little thing, brown hair and big brown eyes. It was supposed to be a car accident on highway 11 on his family’s trip down south to meet his grandparents. And I was supposed to be there, just like always, watching, waiting for the right moment to arrive so that I could take his soul and bring it to face Judgement and Punishment, and start a new life as a female. But maybe it was because of his determined dream to be come a Lego designer, or his eyes, or, most likely, my rebellious spirt finally breaking the surface, because as I stood there, watching the accident happen, I didn’t take his soul as it flitted out of his tiny body. The soul had nowhere to go except back to him. He survived that car crash, and I could only hope I would survive my punishment. I could smell Claude Judgement’s anger even before I reach court, but I suppose anyone could. It’s rather hard to miss when the king of the gods is ready to rip your face off. The rest of them were already gathered around it’s throne, nervously chattering about me. I heard several growls from the crowd, as well as an excited yip from Gossip. I approached Claude Judgement’s throne, and was unsurprised to be unable to find any remorse or nervousness inside me. I felt angry and moody, as usual. Unfortunately, pity nor a sharp tongue was going help me against Claude Judgement. I considered myself lucky, to be truthful. A few decades ago, Punishment had been king of the gods, and I still remembered the last Hope, who had bestowed hope on someone who didn’t deserve it or something stupid like that. She was replaced. It wasn’t something I wanted to see again. Especially if it was happening to me. As the god of death, I couldn’t feel much, but unfortunately, pain was one of the few.
By And I am Nightmare5 years ago in Fiction
