15th of November – Season 3 "Juan, where are we going?" Juan can Zonder looked at his companion The eighteen-year-old Teresa Koek had a worried look on her face but he knew that there was an excitement building in her as he led her up the mountain. "You'll see." "When you asked me out on a date, I didn't think it would involve hiking up a mountain. Are you always this physical?" When JVZ smiled at her question, she blushe...

The morning is cold. My heart left empty, yet still full of love, so full of love for you. I sit here now alone, with my heart in pain, yet so full of love for you. My fingers tremble and wrap the only thing I feel, this cold cup of coffee, and a heart full of pain. Like the love we had, once so warm and steamy, It too has now grown cold. The only thing left for me is my lonely heart, this cold cup of coffee, and my memor...

It began at sunrise On that Cretan Isle Playful seductive glances From the very first moment By sunset I was caught forever In the weave of your silken net My wild, gorgeous temptress Captured by mischievous eyes Deep sumptuous pools That reeled me in and Fiendishly stole my heart Snared, I never had a chance You chose me, and I was yours My crazy, delightful girl That was just the start Of our dizzy, tempestuous journey...

Dear Reader, Nobody believed our story. But the events I relate to you below really happened. It may seem fantastic, but they do say that truth is always stranger than fiction. You can make up your own mind — I only want to set the record straight before — well, you’ll see… Our journey started one inauspicious evening almost six years ago; the seven of us unaware, as we embarked on our incredible adventure, that nothing w...

One, two, three, When I close my eyes, it's you I see A smile that warms my heart I wish you to be my fresh start One, two, three When I'm alone, I think of thee The sweetness of your laughA future, I hope we craft One, two, threeLet us lay beneath a peach treeWhere our lips could touch I crave you so much One, two, three You make me feel free A light in the darknessA peaceful stillness One, two, three I pray for you to s...

I don’t know when I lost her. She held on as long as she could. I was aloof. Careless. I loved her. I just never showed her how much. Now I can’t. She has flown away forever. I saw caterpillars. She saw butterflies.

“Boy oh boy, it’s a hot one,” my wife exclaimed as she gave the sweating pitcher one last swirl before pouring each of us a glass. Exhausted and relieved, I sipped my iced tea while slowly rocking in the hammock of our screened porch. I savored my reward while my dog and I watched the movers close the back of their truck before driving away. Knuckles then curled up beneath me and fell asleep. This was me honoring our agre...

I was flicking through sites on my phone while enjoying my morning coffee when I read an advertisement for a writing competition. To be eligible you were required to write a story of between one and five thousand words about a situation where you survived or had beaten the odds. I thought I love to write; I could do this! I finished my coffee and went back inside and headed to my home office and started my laptop and open...

Just dusty objects in a box, just traces of love affairs, of friendships long gone and whispers in bedrooms. Just a house standing alone, bearing witness through time. Just our memories in the air, some words echoing softly in the dark tunnels of the mind, smiles of long-gone days, flimsy stories refusing to die.    

Eden. The word doesn’t need adornment, it just evokes the image of paradise. Except, it doesn’t in my case. Though not by any means hell, my Eden wasn’t the paradise you should find yourself praying for. For you see, my Eden was, and maybe always will be, my community; a coastal Australian town, about five hundred kilometres, though at times it felt more like five hundred years, away from Sydney. Eden was, as you might ha...

July’s midsummer heat stuck. It stuck to the blades of grass. It stuck to Sumire’s beige romper. It stuck to everything and anything like a sweltering bog. Sweat drenched her underarms as she set up her easel and foldable chair. Even at her elevated vantage point, the muggy draft painted her body with its salty sheen.Wiping her brow, she gazed over the stacked rows of terraced rice paddies below, bristling with the vibran...

Old white lace and dried red roses, sharing their loneliness of years, together in a silken creamy box, at the mercy of diligent hands, of minimalist decluttering efforts, lost to the world and themselves, still bearing the touch of loving hands and the slight whispers of desire. Old white lace yellowing softly, dried red roses losing their colour, hidden together in a silken box, bearing the fading scent of eerie lust, t...

They have to leave the house, the house painted so lovingly, they carry their cat with them, they already placed their dog In a kennel, till they find a place, they don´t complain, they go on, just seeing all is taken care of. And the child follows them, shaken for a minute at first, at their rapidly changing station, comforted then at their new one. They would change hotels, adjusting, making ends meet, keeping together...

  She saw him from far, he stood tall among men, circumstances, and life in general. He had always done so. The years had chiselled his features, there were no wrinkles, and his body seemed as lean and firm as ever. She looked at him, loving every cell in him, worshipping him from far. She was so pleased to see he was as beautiful as he had been the day she had met him. She followed him everywhere, unseen and unheard. He...

Gentle gazeAmazed -I seek your wisdom Your ways of thinkingI am drinking up your wondrous lightYet you sit silently bleedingIntent on believing -Your light has fadedLeft you jadedBut all I seeLooking at meIs a radiant ray of perpetual beauty