Writers Around the World - Anthology (Volume One)

Writers

  Around the

  World

  Volume 1

  February, March, and April

  February

  Love

  Just Me

  Bree Vanderland

  Every time I see him, my heart jumps through my chest, beating like a horse's hoof against a dirt terrain, clouding my eyes and judgement. I can't think straight. I can't speak straight. My tongue gets tied and twisted in knots as I stumble over a simple hello. 

  I wonder if he sees. I wonder if he knows. I wonder if he even cares. I want him to care, but I feel like a fool with my stuttering and pulling at my clothes, wondering if I look okay. I want nothing more than him to wrap his strong arms around me, keeping me safe and warm. I want nothing than to feel his soft touch of his lips against mine. 

  But I am just me. I'm not pretty enough. I'm not smart enough. I'm not rich or popular, but here I am. I could offer him my heart, but that's all I have. That is all I can offer and I wish it was good enough.

  He passes me today and said hello with a smile on his face. His bright brown eyes shine even under the fluorescent lighting. He immediately draws my eyes. I look up at him with my green eyes, twirling a strand of my black hair, waiting for him to notice my emotions - waiting for him to notice my feelings for him, but I cannot wait for that day to come.

  I love him.

  Love Defined

  Kate Marie Robbins

  It's like adrenaline coursing through my veins. The thought of your kiss, the thought of your touch, makes my skin tingle, my body quiver. My heart races so hard that it feels like it is going to explode from within my chest. Breathing speeds up to the point of hyperventilation. My hands shake like an addict going through withdrawal. My stomach is filled with a million butterflies that are trying to escape. It feels like someone has turned up the heat by one hundred degrees. I feel like I’m floating on air, that if I spread my arms out that I could fly. Words form on my lips, but are not uttered. For if I tried, it wouldn't reach an audible whisper.

  The Final Question

  C. N. Christensen

  She sat beside him quietly as the sunshine illuminated above them. Her lips remained still as she studied him, her pale blue eyes glimmering like frost. She knew what he was about to ask and it honestly made her smile. However, it wasn't the lovey grin that comes from jewels or chocolates, but a more content expression of relief. It had been nearly three years, and in the last few months, she had desperately begun to count down the days. He had promised her ages ago this moment would arrive when they were both ready. She had been /ready/ for a solid year and a half, 547 days and five hours. Her grinning expression curved from ear to ear as he stared ahead.

  He was ready for this day also and already knew her answer. They had a nice savings nestled away and had even talked about expanding their current family of two.

  He yanked on the neck of his gray shirt nervously. Why now was he so afraid to speak? Realistically, he had nothing more to fear. Everyone already assured them they played the roles well. His hazel eyes shifted to her. She was still watching him intensely. There was no doubt in either of their minds, just four simple words waiting to be spilled. He slammed his hands against the timber bench and took a deep breath, regaining composure. At long last, he acknowledged her lingering stare...

  “Will you marry me?”

  I Live to Let You Shine

  Tj Blalock Banks

  I yearn for you to feel the way I feel. 

  You are like a shining angel that lifts me up 

  From the dark abyss. 

  My feelings for you can not be said in rhyme 

  or in a book series, 

  But only expressed through years of blind devotion 

  and yet... 

  it still would not be enough. 

  My heart aches for your's. 

  The one that whispers in a soothing tone, 

  a tone I wish to fall asleep to. 

  This is my devotion. 

  But should I be jealous of others? 

  Should I cry every night at the thought of losing you, 

  in my life? 

  I do not know the answers, 

  but I do know I live to let you shine. 

  For all I ask from this devotion, 

  is that you keep me in your memories, 

  as I do you.

  Even if my love is unrequited, 

  my heart, 

  My devotion is true, to my ever dying soul. 

  For I live to let you shine.

  All About Love

  Yvonne K. Anderson

  Love blooms

  as hearts flutter

  like the wings of a butterfly.

  Love is weightless

  feather light

  like a bird in flight.

  Sweet love

  sweet love

  how does one find you?

  Your heart lights the way

  if you will follow.

  Love flies

  through the window

  calling to you.

  Do you dare to answer?