Romance
Knotted Roots - Part 10
Ever since Jane and I started dating, we had gone on a few dates, went horseback riding, and the day I looked forward to the most, finally rolled around. It was Sunday, the day he got to learn more about this God he became infectiously curious about, and the remainder of the day would be with Jane. Jasper got dressed, and quickly descended the stairs, “Pa!” “In here Jasper!” Pa was sitting in the living room, dressed well, suspiciously well. “What’s this about?” I asked him, curious about his fancy attire. “Well, I was hoping I could join you today, if that’s okay?” A broad smile spread across my face, “Come on old man, can’t be late to get Jane!” And with that we were off to Jane’s. Pa remained in the truck, while I retrieved Jane from her front porch.
By Sibley Shamra6 months ago in Chapters
ABondThroughTheFire
Jared Kinard held the passenger door open for Savannah as they left the café, the brisk evening air wrapping around them. She slid into his sleek black sports car, its leather seats still warm from the heater. The tension from her meeting with Darrius lingered in the silence between them.
By BeeSparrow6 months ago in Chapters
ABondThroughTheFire
The city never slept, and neither did Jared Kinard. He sat in his unmarked car, the rain streaking down the windshield as the night stretched endlessly before him. The rhythmic patter against the glass was a familiar backdrop to his restless thoughts, though tonight it felt heavier, as if the city itself was bracing for something. He adjusted his grip on the steering wheel, his gaze scanning the deserted street outside. Another case. Another innocent life on the line.
By BeeSparrow6 months ago in Chapters
ABondThroughTheFire
The Mastermind Miles away in the sprawling penthouse of Kinston Tower, the city’s skyline glittered like a galaxy of artificial stars. Nathaniel Kinston, the enigmatic founder of Kinston Dynamics, stood by the floor-to-ceiling windows, a glass of scotch in hand. His reflection stared back at him, cold and calculating.
By BeeSparrow6 months ago in Chapters
PhantomRhymes Chapter 2
The bass thumped like a second heartbeat as Aaliyah stepped out of the car, the club’s neon lights washing over her metallic shawl like moonlight on chrome. Tresa adjusted her signature glasses. Livia checked their passes. Meka grinned and pulled them all forward but Aaliyah’s mind was already ahead, her heart thumping in time with the distant music.
By BeeSparrow6 months ago in Chapters
PhantomRhymes
Chapter-1: ScreamsIntoTheWind The night started in Aliyah's apartment, an eclectic space half-lit by orbiting glow orbs and soundtracked by a playlist that bounced between galactic jazz and old-school R&B. The kind of place where style hangs on racks like art and secrets are poured over glasses of chilled plum liqueur.
By BeeSparrow6 months ago in Chapters
Little Hearts, Big Feelings: Helping Children Understand Their Emotions
The Language of Little Hearts Children experience the world in colors brighter and emotions deeper than adults often realize. To a child, a lost toy isn’t just a missing object — it’s the end of a friendship. A parent’s raised voice isn’t a moment of frustration — it’s a thunderstorm in their tiny emotional world.
By Muhammad Azeemullah6 months ago in Chapters
Never Meant You to Know
“Landon! Harness duty today, right?” I called, already pulling straps into a pile. He looked up from his backpack, gave me that half-smirk that always made me want to roll my eyes and smile at the same time. “Lucky me. Try not to scare half the campers off before we even start.”
By Rachael E Shields6 months ago in Chapters
Knotted Roots - Part 9
I spent the past few days pondering how to ask Mr. Cross to date Jane, a tradition long forgotten by modern society, but expected here. Jane deserved better, but she wants me, knowing my brokenness, my past, she has always been there, waiting in the background all this time. Perhaps, I never saw her for who she was? I never saw her as a woman, until I saw her dolled up recently, a woman. Jane had a certain way of making me feel comfortable in my own skin, relaxed. Maybe this wouldn’t be a forever thing, but it was something worth tryin’. I pulled on my work gloves and yanked up on the hay bale in the barn and carried it outside, “Hey stranger!” My ears rang that familiar voice, one I haven’t heard in a few weeks, one I had nearly forgotten. “Grace?” Her bright smile toyed with my emotions. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost!” I was speechless, I didn’t know what to say as I placed the hay bale in a nearby hay basket perched on the horse pen. “What’re you doin here?” My tone was dry, keeping my distance, a slight annoyance to my tone. “What’s got you in a fuss darlin?” She asked sashaying over to me, her arms reaching for my neck. I gently grabbed her wrists and stepped back. “Grace…stop.” My face stern, dropping her arms at her side, “What’s wrong Jasper?” Grace’s face twisted from joy to concern, “Why are you here Grace?” “Well, I hadn’t seen you in nearly two weeks!” “You should leave Grace…” My voice short, turning to head back into the barn. “What?” I pushed past every memorable pulse of the night we shared, remembering the heart wrenching moment I found her with Greg hours after. How she broke me. “You haven’t seen me in weeks and you’re just goin’ to shoo me off like I mean nothin’?” Grace challenged, her boots stomping towards me as I continued to make my way into the barn. “You don’t turn your back on me Jasper Black!” I quickly spun on my heel, inches from her, challenging her rage as I stood as tall as ever. “You answer me!” “I’m just done, Grace, okay?” Controlling my voice to a low grumble instead of yelling. I wasn’t trying to be mean, I just needed to set the boundary. Just then, Grace’s phone rang, “You should probably take that, might be Greg.” I sneered as I brushed past her. I needed to get space, to get away. I could hear Grace answer the phone saying Greg’s name. “I knew it…” I muttered my eyes rolling over.
By Sibley Shamra6 months ago in Chapters
Knotted Roots - Part 8
The past few days felt like a daze. I was stuck in a fog where I had to choose which road to travel on. Jasper was a rough and rowdy cowboy, with a tender heart buried underneath. Greg was polished and genuinely attractive with his clean cut face and lean muscular build. The options were clear, a humble love or an extravagant lifestyle, with the world at our fingertips. I grew up fantasizing a life with Jasper, he was like a rough diamond, inclusions and all, with a love so raw, so fierce, I wasn’t sure I’d measure up. Yet, my mind swirled around the way he looked at me in the moonlight, in that ravishing black outfit. He was Johnny Cash and I was June. My skin shivered at the thought of how his calloused hands held me in a gentleness, like I was fragile, cherished. The way his stubbled beard tickled my smooth cheeks, the smell of his cologne like burnt wood and whiskey. The dizzying memory made me seek air as my body felt flushed. Hot!
By Sibley Shamra6 months ago in Chapters
