Prose
I Was Okay with Being Coveted Property
It started early in our relationship. I was naive. My boyfriend and I went to a married friend’s (we’ll call him John) house for a small get-together with a few others to have a cook-out. The friend started to play “footsie” with me under the table. I didn’t return the affection. I was confused. I smiled; sure it wasn’t his intention. His gorgeous and kind wife was right there! I was flustered to think he would be so bold.
By KJ Aartila2 years ago in Poets
Lovely. Top Story - February 2024.
Held. I wiped tears from your eyes; we played your favourite song sung by Etta James. "At Last", your frail frame unfolded into my strong heart beat, not missing a step we made it almost to the end, before collapsing. Anguish pushed through a slight glimmer in your grey eyes, once again fever swept over you; I wiped your brow with a cool cloth, then like white chocolate in the afternoon sun, you melted away. Our love was a last dance, a promenade of bashful memories, tender as the fledgling free from it's warmth, flightless, featherless, starving, then fed. I longed for one dance more, yet time stole us in a heated breath; at last, you will be, forever lovely.
By ROCK aka Andrea Polla (Simmons)2 years ago in Poets
A Journey Through Economic Realities
In a quaint suburb nestled amidst rolling hills, there lived a young couple, Emily and Jack, navigating the labyrinth of parenthood with their newborn son, Ethan. Like clockwork, their weekly routine included a pilgrimage to the local grocery store, a ritual marked by trepidation and anticipation in equal measure.
By Christopher Ezeh2 years ago in Poets
