You can see all of my weekly garden doodles here: A Way to Garden
You can see all of my weekly garden doodles here: A Way to Garden
Please send me your Ordinary Love Stories. You can email them to me : andre66@gmail.com or leave them in the comments box below.
All stories must begin: I have fallen head-over-heels in love with ….. She/he smells of ...
And they must be 200 words or less.
I will then re-post and credit / link them (if you wish them to be linked) to your site.
You can read some of my Ordinary Love Stories here
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Dmitri
I have fallen head-over-heels in love with Russian cellist called Dmitri. He smells of sex and vodka.
When I watch him playing, it is like he is using up his soul. He cradles his cello like he cradles me and he talks like he bathes in revolutionary poetry.
We met when I was a student and he taught me how to drink vodka, make blinis and why there's more to Chekhov than ducks going to Moscow.
I taught him how to make a proper bacon buttie, play pool and find the best beer.
He and his cello went back to St Petersburg. He is the only man I would have married.
written by Heather
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Too Big Fingers
I have fallen head over heels in love with the boy with the too-big fingers. He smells of sleep and cigarettes. He never shows anyone his smile except me, and he moves like he’s bigger than he is. As he clumps too-loudly on my wooden floors, I want to cry. When the light changes, he leaves me fighting sweet pea tendrils and self-pity.
“But you gave me a raccoon foot,” I say. “Surely that counts for something?”
I didn’t mean to cry. He doesn’t know I miss his manic-depressive cat and eyebrows.
written by Meg
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Creepy
I have fallen head-over-heels in love with my creepy neighbor. She smells of bleach and old curtains.
She spends her days looking into my garden from above. Her apartment looks out over my house, and I couldn't help myself waving at her, longing for her wrinkled face to smile at me. All day she sits there and stares at me, and all day I wander around in my garden, waving at her while the image of her partial face behind the faded curtains grows fondly into my heart.
Today I finally build up the courage to say 'Hello' while waving at her. She didn't smile. She didn't speak. I spoke up: 'Hello!' Nothing happened. I yelled from the top of my lungs, giving it my all, my heart.
She stepped back and closed the curtains. Now all day I am weeping in my garden, desperately looking up again and again in hopes to find her staring at me - in vain.
written by Wenz - www.denkendoetgeenzeer.com
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Uranium
I have fallen head-over-heels in love with a nuclear systems engineer... He smells faintly of computers and uranium. His glasses are even thicker than mine and he laughs at my science based jokes.
I asked him to go on a date with me, but he just looked nervous and explained that dates are a mere social convention, ill suited for the discovery of real love.
I blink back at him, suddenly aware that he probably likes that ginger girl in accounts he’s always talking about.
‘Besides’, he says, ‘You’ve never had a real job, and you live with your mum. I’m looking for an adult relationship’
I watch him leave, his skin faintly glowing with its greenish tinge, and wonder if I should have become an accountant.
written by Zo www.zojones.com
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I have fallen head-over-heels in love with Mandy the market-trader from
Milton Keynes. She smells of hot dogs and counterfeit perfume.
On our first date, I decided to woo Mandy with some Greek mythology I’d
recently read: 'In the beginning,' I explained, 'all human beings were
hermaphrodites with four hands and four legs and two faces turned in
opposite directions on the same head. These hermaphrodites were so
powerful and their pride so self-absorbed that Zeus [the supreme god]
was forced to cut them in two - into a male and female half. And from
that day, each man and each woman has yearned to rejoin the half from
which he or she has been severed'.
Mandy told me to stop being drippy.
'But I think you're my severed half,' I cried.
Mandy did not reply. And we spent the rest of the evening in a disastrous silence.
You can see all of my weekly garden doodles here: A Way to Garden
I receive a facebook message. It is a friends request from the girl I love with all my heart. I accept her invite and click on her profile page. Her status message reads: Last night my boyfriend took some black and white pictures of us semi-naked and completely entwined. You can see them in the photo album entitled: 'artful naked'.
I delete my facebook account and start to cry.
The phone rings. I pick it up. It is the girl I love with all my heart. 'Hello,' I say. The girl I love with all my heart replies: Hello. I have just had a triple orgasm. My boyfriend is brilliant in the bedroom. I have never been so satisfied in all my life.
I slam the phone down and start to cry.