Write a story about a first or last kiss.

Posted in Valentine's Day on Feb 9, 2024

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“This Close” by Jess Woods

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It had been almost three months since I'd seen Hollie, three months when our lives had separated, and our paths sent us in different directions. She didn’t love me, she wanted someone else, not me. Old habits die hard I suppose, chasing after someone who kept her chasing. I would not beg, I would not plead for another human being to choose me, if she wanted to go, I would let her go. I packed up my belongings and hightailed it out of there. Empty and broken, I had no place to go and a heart without a home. I spent my days on the floor ...

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“Klimt's Kiss” by Zavier M. Ames

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Larry walks over to his desk, a broad-shouldered man with a square jaw, squinted eyes, a flattened nose, and well-kempt slicked back hair with a shine resembling a Rolls Royce’s freshly polished black finish. His telephone rings like a bell echoing through the acoustics of his large office. He survived the war against the Nazis just a few years back, only to deal with mouth-breathing fat cats that plead for their wives’ faithfulness, throwing cash at something that just won’t do. ‘Hell’ he thinks: ‘If they want me to spend all this time and ...

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“Preaching ” by Edward Brown

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“Here we all are on a beautiful spring Sunday morning, you there in pews, women in fancy hats with feathers, men in suits with vests that are too tight, and children wishing to be anywhere else. I stand here in the pulpit, robed and magisterial in my purple stole. I’m supposed to have the answers and maybe you have questions. Yet, today, my mind is topsy turvy. I need help, and that’s what being part of a congregation means: collect into a flock, and a flock works as one. So, to understand my predicament this morning, you must understand Sat...

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“Scratch that Itch” by Keith Menendez

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What is a kiss? I’m not looking for a life changing answer. I’m curious, sincerely. It’s not like I haven’t received pecks from my family. Mom gives me good kisses (That sounds weird). I should be more specific. At Daniel Webster Middle School, what is a kiss? Putting lips on lips or lips on cheeks or other body parts. Very unsanitary. Gross. But at my school, if this happens between a non-family member; a girl or a boy, then it’s like the moon landing (if you believe it; I have so...

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“The First and the Last” by Elias Luz

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I can feel the cold shingles pressing into my legs, hard enough that they’ll leave a mark. I bought a sweater out here, but the near-freezing winds are cutting right through the fabric. The tips of my ears and nose are numb, and my fingers are starting to feel like they’re going to fall off. It's late October in eastern Canada, so I'm not all that surprised. Late October, but not the latest. Jesus, I’m not even gonna make it to Halloween. I think everyone was pretty surprised when we saw the news this morning. “150 km wide asteroid ba...

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“S.S. Ryan Abbott ” by Tom Blake

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When I was just a girl, way back when the old creek by Jemma’s farm looked more like a river, there lived a family in the rundown yellow house next to the market. And I don’t know if I ever told you, but Pa and Ma didn’t move us down to this place until I turned seventeen. I grew up in the small blue house that faced the farm- the one the Justice family lives in. Of course, back then, the house was much smaller. Mr. Justice added the extra room for their daughters, but I’m getting ahead of myself. That meant that the family in the yellow hou...

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“Pride's Joy” by Shawn Luther

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The tea kettle sat in its customary spot on the stove, waiting patiently. Gladys paused briefly before lifting it. That small piece of normalcy helped anchor her; too much had already spiraled out of control. She wiped her swollen eyes. A cup of tea is what she needed now, it always helped calm her nerves. The kettle was a light beige in color. A vine of yellow and orange Hibiscus circled the top, with offshoots going down each side. The handle, a dark brown that was nearly black, curved over the top like...

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“The Last Kiss” by Charlea Jefts

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This story contains sensitive content: Death of an Animal. The Last Kiss It had been what seemed the longest drive of my life. I pulled up to the inconspicuous tan brick building. The sun was shining, a crisp breeze blew with the last remaining hints of Jack Frost lingering as winter came to an end. Snow drops lined the low flower beds. Why did the day’s feel have to juxtapose with the reality of it required. Why on Valentine’s Day of all days, when the heart is meant to feel elation and joy, did mine have to inevitably bre...

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“Endymion - a goodbye letter” by Alexandra Noir

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***Grant me the kiss of death and wait a moment longer, so that you may then see me eternally sleeping on the bed of stars you have prepared for me.*** I have seen you so many times, in good moments and in the darkest times of your life. I have heard your cries millions of times and then witnessed your smile, which seemed like a summer rain soothing my soul. I read your stars and gathered them as if they were all for you...but you no longer wanted them and threw them into my sky darkened by so much disappointment, sadness, a...

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“The dinner ” by Jaiden McGowan

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The window whined to a stop as I pushed the object to its hilt, letting out the smoke that quickly filled the corners of my apartment. The fire alarms didn’t work; they never had — another reason I counted down the days until my lease was up.I ran back over to the stove, looking at the scorched chicken breast taunting me in the pan. Groaning as I carried it over to the trash, tipping it in along with the other dishes I burned today. I lost focus; cleaning the small area proved to be a larger feat than I recall, but today of all days, everyth...

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“The Librarian's Last Chance” by Katie Fitzgerald

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“Goodnight,” Nadine called after a pair of departing students as they packed up their laptops and left the library for the final time this semester. They were the last two library users in the reference room, and their leaving only made Nadine more aware of how little time was left. There had been an hour until closing, then half an hour, and now just fifteen minutes, and still no sign of the floppy-haired, bow-tie-wearing English professor who had promised to come say goodbye. This semester had been marked by a series of lasts with Je...

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“Teenage Dream” by Brittaney Gambrell

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The doorbell rings late in the evening. I lay sprawled out on the bed, attempting to memorize Pharaohs’ names and the dates they reined. The gentle notes of Silent Night whisper from my stereo. I attempt to ignore the noise downstairs, pretending I’m not interested. It won’t be for me. The door is never for me. I’m a freshman band nerd with a couple other outcast friends. Rarely do I speak to anyone on the phone, let alone see them in person. Still, I close my eyes and dream. Dream with every beat of my heart, that he is on the other side of...

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“We Found Wonderland” by Kayleigh Shaw

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“So I was thinking…,” I said as I went up to Tommy Windsor as he was standing by his locker. “What were you thinking?” he asked and I couldn’t help but smile at his Texas accent. I twirled a strand of hair around my finger, which was a nervous habit. “This year’s play just came out and it’s Romeo and Juliet.” Even though my friends were really invested in the theatre program, I never really was. That changed when this year’s play was announced. I was a huge hopeless romantic at heart. “I don’t know, Rachel…” He ran a hand t...

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“The Crimson Kisser” by Xochitl Leyva

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The Crimson Kisser Killing him will be simple. Too simple. I have nearly completed the job and James is nowhere to be seen. Surely he was here tonight.He would never miss a ball knowing that I am here… Would he? “Is your head elsewhere?” Charles asks, and I realize it looks to him like I am gawking.“Only on how handsome you look tonight, I get so lost looking at you” I can see his ego is growing, almost as much as my patience is waning. But I smile and feign an innocence I know he will like, it will make this wh...

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“Death of the Rising Sun” by Andrew Warnock

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The last time I saw her was purely by happenstance. It was the day she was set to leave town and I aimlessly wandered the streets in an attempt to ease my mind. I thought about where she was and how much longer she would be on the road, how close she was to the next chapter of her life as I stayed behind, unable to turn the page. I eventually found myself outside of a small hole in the wall cafe on the edge of the shopping district in town. It was her favorite place to get coffee and I would frequently join her on her many run...

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Write a story about a first or last kiss.

Submissions are closed

✍️ 108 stories

“This Close” by Jess Woods

“Klimt's Kiss” by Zavier M. Ames

“Preaching ” by Edward Brown

“Scratch that Itch” by Keith Menendez

“The First and the Last” by Elias Luz

“S.S. Ryan Abbott ” by Tom Blake

“Pride's Joy” by Shawn Luther

“The Last Kiss” by Charlea Jefts

“Endymion - a goodbye letter” by Alexandra Noir

“The dinner ” by Jaiden McGowan

“The Librarian's Last Chance” by Katie Fitzgerald

“Teenage Dream” by Brittaney Gambrell

“We Found Wonderland” by Kayleigh Shaw

“The Crimson Kisser” by Xochitl Leyva

“Death of the Rising Sun” by Andrew Warnock

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Write a love story without using the word “love.”

Write about a successful marriage proposal, or one that goes horribly wrong.

Write about a cynical character who somehow ends up on a blind date.

Write a story about two people falling in love via email.

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