As Stacey waited in line to enter the boat, she noticed how many people were in line ahead of her. She knew this would take a long time, so she woke up early to get a large cup of coffee before coming and still managed to arrive an hour early. She relaxed and set her heavy orange bag down at her feet. She hated orange, but as she only found out about this trip last week, she didn’t have many optio...

Delilah throws herself on her bed. She has just found out that her lover has left her. They had had plans to meet up in the garden by the roses under the cover of the darkness tonight. It was Delilah’s favourite place to meet her love, the sweet smell of roses dancing around her nostrils, the light of the twinkling stars smiling down on her and her knight. She knew it had been his favourite too as...

Taking up the tightly packed letter, loaded with the most precious thing. Knocked on the door and she answered quickly, yelling "Coming!" to the man behind the door.

Snatching the letter and closing the door. Tossing herself onto the couch and opening the paper and it says...

Remember when we were lovesick?

Remember when we loved without caution?

Remember when we trusted and loved the precious f...

The letter was sent

she never received it.

Why?

She walked through town

with a red umbrella

in her hand.

The umbrella,

yes, that's important.

Rain dropped with

loud thuds on the

red umbrella.

She held it

tightly in her hand

because of the wind.

A walk

around town

to walk her friend home

with a red umbrella.

The town was small

about 105 houses,

a small market,

and a gas ...

It’s been three hours since I reached the sycamore tree. Anthony was suppose to meet me here. I’m ready to begin my life with him. Run away together. All I want is for us to be free of our parents judgement, control, and bitterness to each other. But my Anthony isn’t here yet. I’ll give it a little longer. Maybe he just got stuck leaving the house. Sneaking away from his parents. I recall my lette...

I’ll never know who she was.

In the early days of the internet there was an initial form of social media, before even MySpace and Friendster, called AIM or AOL Instant Messenger. It was the true Wild West of the internet back then; you search out virtually any user’s screen name and shoot them a text message. Since smart phones weee not a thing yet these programs ran on desktops and you could l...

I was going through my late father’s affects when I came across an interesting envelope addressed to me. It never was opened. I grabbed it and took it home to look at.

The letter was from one of my ex boyfriends. It indicated a desire to reconnect. I would’ve reconciled with that man had I seen this communique. Maybe I still could; I was single and still liked the guy, even if my father did not.

I...

"Ah, Mr. Taylor, thank you for joining us on such a short notice, but you must understand, this is of utmost importance. Please have a seat, I'll let Mr. Zhang know that you're here." The woman at the desk spoke without standing. Above her hung a sign that read 'Office of Logistics'.

The receptionist motioned for Ridge Taylor, the tall, dark-skinned man who had just entered the waiting area, to h...

Between the books peeked a little corner of something white. As Arit decided to start cleaning his father’s belongings, he had started with the books. Books were his father’s(baba’s) world. He remembered lazy Sundays when his bookworm baba snuggled in his cosy chair early morning with a big fat novel, and finished it the same night, reluctantly occasionally getting up for necessary chores. As he g...

Evangeline slowly opened the dusty wood chest and a shiver flooded down her spine.

She sat back on her feet. Kneeling in front of it, her hands shot back to her sides as if she had touched something hot.

A small stack of letters lay in front of her in the chest.

Still in shock she lifted the first one, and then the second. Only to confirm they were all addressed to the same person…

‘To my dar...