by Hayley Lock http://hayleylock.com/ @hayleylock When I was four, my family and I went on holiday to northern Germany, quite close to the Danish border. Two days into the holiday I went missing. I had woken up early on what was, if I recall, a beautiful sunny day and I had decided to go for a walk as I left my family sleeping. I considered leaving a note, but decided that I wasn’t to...
My best friend's next door neighbour
by Alli Sharma http://www.allisharma.com @allisharma I’d had crushes on boys at school, but my first love was my best friend’s next door neighbour. He was very beautiful, with blue eyes and blond hair, and we used to say he looked like Paul Newman. It was 1984. An image of him smoking at the back of the coach on a trip to Blackpool, wearing the Harrington jacket and stay press uniform...
by Jessica Voorsanger http://jessicavoorsanger.zxq.net/ When I was 6 years old I fell in love with David Cassidy. He is an actor and singer, who appeared in a TV show called The Partridge Family in the early 70’s. I loved the show and watched it religiously. I thought that David Cassidy was wonderful. He sang beautifully and had lovely hair. Actually he looked a lot like a girl. One day,...
The Love Competition by Brent Hoff http://www.wholphin.net/ @brenthoff
by Anjela Bignell http://www.guerrillalove.com/ This love. It comes sniffing at my shoes cautiously. Bright eyed, doughy and gullible, pouncing on me when I least expect it. All slobbery jowl, silly and insane; this thing we call love. God, how my mind becomes consumed with thoughts of being smothered by this adorable mass of lovable flesh. Or the scent of love on my pillow that causes me to ache...
A Fine First Love
by Carmina Masoliver http://carminamasoliver.com/ @The Carmina Cake You licked me like a treasure trove, not like a wound, like you were a bandit handcuffed with rope, burning to break free, to finger the most precious jewel, flick it like a cliché of Capitalism, make me come again, anew, as if I was the first to shudder at your grip, then slowly slip downstairs to the breakfast table, ...
by Felicity Groom http://www.myspace.com/felicitygroom @felicitygroom I think your first love is like wearing a beautiful outfit that fits you perfectly to a party where they play song after song of your favourite tunes and you dance all night in frenzied unbridled fits of joy. Or maybe it’s more like when you’re a wee child and you find a lollypop on the ground still in it’s...
by Manx Neill @ManxNeill1 You were endless sunshine and beaming smiles, daytime conversations about all that we would become and the places we would explore in the future that lay long before us. You were nights that went on forever in which we talked about nothing and everything, huddled under your coat, listening to the waves lapping on the shore below as it was too dark to actually see, except...
by Jennifer Hsieh http://www.jennifhsieh.com/ @jennifhsieh I remember when you first told me you loved me. My phone gave a little buzz and I saw the three words on the screen that made me nauseous. You were only a few feet away from me in your dorm room and you said that one day you would have the courage to tell me those words in person. I didn’t believe you and I thought you were crazy....
by Kat George http://flavors.me/katgeorge @kat_george I still remember the day you stood before me, even though it’s been years now, clutching my still beating heart between your blood stained palms. You looked down at it in utter confusion. It was like you didn’t know what to do with it, like you just wanted to throw it away or better, stuff it back where it belonged. I don’t...