Tags » Stories About Love

Love lasts for 24 hours

It was the most memorable day in my life. Ann and I met each other at the station. She was waiting for her mother and I was waiting for William, my friend.- Harry told me when only we stayed at the table. 1,356 more words

Love

New essay live on Medium: "Ghost Pains, or, Unsummable Parts."

One.

We weren’t boyfriend and girlfriend. We didn’t even really date. To be cheeky, after our disaster, I used to call him my “ex-nothing.”

First I saw him around, and then we drank and slept together, and then we talked and went out to dinner, then we slept together, and then one night he slept in my bed but wouldn’t touch me, then I wrote him a long letter, then we didn’t talk, then we talked and slept together, then we didn’t talk, then we talked and kissed, then we didn’t talk.

56 more words

Beneath the Storm

It all started when she looked over her shoulder. She saw him walking slowly, idly as if tracing her footsteps. He must have been watching her walk, her hips move and her hair sway, because when she turned to look back, he quickly looked away. 979 more words

Literature