Love
The Personification of Chocolate Cake
Zelda had revisited the Prose & Pudding Café several times – well, twelve times to be exact – over the last four months. And it was all purely motivated by the opportunity to hear him read just one more time. She couldn’t remember ever hearing a lovelier recitation of any piece of classical work. She was sure that his voice, laced with a lilting and beautiful English accent, was a gift from the Gods, derived in ancient times. She still did not know his real name, since he was known only as The Eloquent Englishman when he read.
By Cindy Calder5 years ago in Fiction
Death by Chocolate
They look into each others eyes longingly. An electric chemistry that lights fireworks around them. So many people surround them, but they see no one. Quiet speak and gasps towards the woman wondering what the scandal is. She whispers to the man, “can I take you somewhere?” A thin smile tickles her lips.
By Aaron kaszas5 years ago in Fiction
Winter in July
The morning sun blazes high in the sky. Autumn Ali-Summers and her wife Kayra Ali-Summers are sleeping peacefully in their unconventional bed. Their bed consists of an old pickup truck with hay and blankets spread along the truck bed. As the sun continues to rise, light peers through some of the holes in the old barn wall. The light shines in Autumn's eyes which wakes her up just enough to convince her to move around in their makeshift bed. The couple's dog, a dachshund, named Pumpkin takes this as her cue to get up for the day. She hops off the bed of the truck and exits through the broken barn doors.
By Tyler C Douglas5 years ago in Fiction
Summer Rendezvous
Ted was having second thoughts. He climbed carefully through a barbed-wire fence. “Why did I ever agree to this meeting?”, he thought as he made his way through the field of knee-high grasses. The barn where they had agreed to meet, stood old, but defiant in its stand against the destructive forces of Nature.
By Shamsuddin Jim Norton+*5 years ago in Fiction
Food for the Soul
“Chocolate cake is food for the soul,” was one of my mother’s favorite phrases as she baked up a storm while I was growing up. She especially loved to bake cakes with extra layers of chocolate. While it is difficult not to like something that nourishes your soul – it is also challenging to fathom how much my mother loved chocolate!
By Anthony Chan5 years ago in Fiction
A Place For Us
The smell of fresh straw enveloped Jean. A beam of rose-gold sun peeked through the cracks in the wood panelling and lit the dust dancing there. It made the bales of straw in the corners look like woven gold. There weren’t any animals to house yet, so it was still fresh, clean, and quiet. There were no passing cars, or sirens, only a few birds somewhere in the distance.
By Blake Smith5 years ago in Fiction
