A Loved One: A Narrative Fiction

– The author tried to present two separate love stories of different generation, Ira and Ruth: Sophia and Luke. The story begins with Ira Levinson, a ninety-one years old person struggling for life, with the image of his dead wife Ruth in his mind, trying to survive from the deadly car accident. On the other hand, a young couple Sophia and Luke who had just started their married life as a happy couple just few months after they met. On their way back to home, they saw the car and Ira in injured state. They took him to the hospital where Sophia used to read the letters of his Ruth for Ira, as he was not able to read it. Luke was indulged in deadly games to pay the debts of his father. This met changed their life and soon their life changed.

As I fly back home from Alaska, I think of all my all my adventures I’ve had so far. I feel amazing that I finally finish and will be returning to my dogs, my home, and most importantly, my sweet wife. I missed her so much over the past two weeks, I can't wait to see her again.

The knock on the office door was loud, urgent, and Father Flanagan quickly got up from his desk and answered.

He sat beside Alistair on the concrete close to the door. The two had managed to stay together since leaving the bus. With thirteen men sharing an eight-bunk cell, both were resigned to a sleepless night on the cold floor.

Luv smiled. Rick wanted nothing more than to make her happy, at least in bed. In her heart, she knew she wasn’t ready for another serious relationship and he wasn’t either. Why did she have to pigeonhole it, name and analyze it? She told herself he cared for her. He'd said as much. It was kind of sexy thinking of herself as his mistress or lover. Once you give yourself a label like girlfriend or fiancee' there's list of expectations and responsibilities that come with it. She’d often told women to feed their partner’s fantasies if they were within reason. This was within reason. Lover was much sexier than the other labels. No baggage either. The only expectation was that of pleasure. Before now she hadn't considered herself a live in the moment

At this point in time, he knew this was not a simple case of suicide, but instead it had to be murder! He turned to his wife “I know this must be difficult for you, but could you think of anyone who would want to kill Dan?” “Errr…no..no… he wouldn’t” as she stole a glance at the man seated behind her. Quickly the words tumbled from her mouth. She remembered him as an old school friend of her husband who held a grudge for many years. He was a short, little man with beady eyes who shifted nervously in his seat. “Could he be capable of murder?” she thought.

Trevor’s eyes widened as a surge of energy flooded his body. The small figure wasn’t a figment of his imagination after all. Just when elation threatened to overwhelm him, reality crushed it.

Hey Raynelle! Okay, so I wouldn't bother you unless I felt I was necessary. You see, I'm a good guy. In high school, the majority of my friends were girls, and it was never in a speedy was Since moving to OK, all of that has vanished. I didn't even look at girls the same as I used to. I just sit patiently with my dead insides. I'm fine with that. But ever since I saw that girl at the front desk, I was like, "Fuuuuuuuccccccckkkkk! This is why people get up everyday and do something. A girl like that is born with a boyfriend. I just had to ask because one day we all just chill in a big black nothing forever

There was a nice feeling about lurking in the shadows. Where there is a shadow, there is a light source. You can look into it and see everything, but nothing can see you. I found it extremely comforting. I could observe all that I needed to from one place, concealed completely in a thick veil that nothing could touch. Nothing could harm me, mentally or physically. I was alone without being alone.

“You should really try that cologne I got you. Your gasoline musk is a delight, but it’s been bleeding into the furniture,” Leila giggled at her own teasing, “I’m starting to wonder if you’ve been bringing your work back here with you.” She was always trying to joke when she thought Mack was becoming upset, and his frequent hair ruffling had not gone unnoticed. Leila was the personification of cider, warm and bubbly, but despite the good nature he loved about her, or rather, all of the women Mack tried to make himself fall in love with, she too would not understand his plight. He smiled carefully and his stress habit was about to be repeated before he dropped his hand onto the empty couch cushion beside him. It had begun to smell like a car

Shortly after the call, they decided to come to me and my friends house. Again, I never considered the fact that wherever Marco goes, so does my sister. My friend answered the door as soon as he heard the knocking. If you were to look outside of the window, you would see a kind and gentle man, and a slightly enraged woman that was around half of his size.

Juliet stared at the pregnancy test in her hands. Two lines, meaning she was pregnant. So many thoughts raced through her head at that very moment. On one hand she was so excited that she was going to have a baby with Shawn. But were they ready to be parents? They'd only been married for a year. What was Shawn going to say when she told him? They had talked about having kids before, and it seemed like Shawn wanted kids, and of course so did she. But was it too soon?

I can feel myself slipping, falling into the dark abyss. My mind whirls as I listen to a cacophony of noise around me. Then I feel the frigid water envelope me and it stings like knives burrowing their way into my skin, piercing every inch of me. I try to breath, but the water clogs my throat and threatens to drown me. Then it all stops and I feel the sunlight filter through the icy water and brush my fingertips, as if it is telling me that I will be alright. This is what I felt like when my heart got broken by the person I believed to be my true love. The dark abyss is depression and the drowning is the waterfall of tears. While the knives are the pain you feel, and the noise is the sound of your heart shattering into a million pieces as you read the text that tells you it’s all over. But the sunlight is your family and friends coming to comfort you and to tell you that everything will be alright. This essay is my story of how I found love, lost that love, and was betrayed by a friend.

In Dave Margoshes’ free verse poem, “Note to Self” published on June 30, 2015 in the online literary journal, The Rusty Toque, the speaker is writing down their daily to-do list. Margoshes allows the reader to delve into a piece that combines intimacy with the bluntness of the simple language used. The varied word choice and syntax describe the character behind the writer of the list. In combination, the use of repetition emphasizes key elements in the relationship with the lover. Finally, the structure is used to contrast specific details revealed with vague ideas presented. Using these devices, Margoshes creates an image of how this individual lacks sensitivity and understanding of the sanctity of a relationship by turning it into just another thing-to-do.

Our love line was beginning at work, where I never could think of, that I would find my man who loves me unconditionally. Arun is a very supportive person whenever I felt down and depressed. I usually get depression from all university works and from my job because I had been living in Australia by myself. But he came and always is the only one by my side and cheers me up. It happened after I got a job by a good friend; her name is Jessie, who I studied with in Kogarah High School. Then, I started working at pizza hut in September 2011 as a kitchen hand. Anish, who was our boss at the time, on the day I came for training, he introduced me to Arun. To be honest, I did not have any impression or attraction from my partner and even his name. Until a first one night shift together, we were doing closing. Arun was asked by a manager to drop me home, as I am a girl and lived far away. We got chance to talk more on the way, he told me that he is from Nepal. In fact, I never ever heard of that place before and I was a bit surprised because I thought he was Chinese because he was always around with Jessie and Jiabin, who is her boyfriend, they are both Chinese. On the way, he asked my Facebook. He started liking and commenting on my photos.