Love
Fake it Til You Make It (the Story)
>How it All Started I suppose the first step to writing this story is telling how Janie and Rich met. Was it kismet? I guess you could call it that. It wasn't even a pre-determined blind date. Nothing like that. In fact, the odds of these two winding up together were a longshot at best. So, okay...this is how it happened.
Shirley BelkPublished about 3 hours ago in FictionFarewell, My Dearest..
Lily and Thomas dwelt in the enchanting town of Willow Creek, encircled by picturesque hills and murmuring streams. Their profound affection was epitomized by the exchange of heartfelt letters, bridging the gap between them. Despite the geographical separation, their love blossomed, nurtured by the eloquent words inscribed on parchment, carrying vows of eternal devotion.
TheCanadianViewPublished about 17 hours ago in FictionWhen the commoners fight back
We had just reached the top of the hill when I turned around and shouted to Henry to hurry up. He had just jumped over the low boundary wall, his arm outstretched, and was running towards me and Jully. He was so close, just a little further and we could hold hands again. Suddenly, there was a loud bang, and everything went still. Jully screamed something behind me, but I couldn't make out what she was saying. I looked at Henry, and he looked back at me with eyes full of love, sadness, and pain. My eyes didn't follow his body as it fell, instead, they stayed put and locked with the most hated man, my eyes met the cold, dark, golden eyes of Sherrif Goodard. As I watched him load another bullet and roll it into the chamber, everything seemed to be in slow motion. I could hear the clink of the metal as it clicked into place. I didn't move, I couldn't really, because I was numb. I just glared down at the Sheriff, ready to accept my fate and hopefully join Henry in the skies. I didn't flinch as the gun was raised and aimed at my chest. The bang came again, and the bullet whizzed past me. But it didn't hit me. Jully had yanked me by the arm off the hill and pulled me forward as she ran into the woods beyond. I could still hear the marching of footsteps and clamor of voices as they pursued us, but they were too slow in their chunky, iron armor. Jully led me down an old path into the trees, but I didn't know where we were going. All I could think about was the image of Henry's face just before he fell and the little words he whispered. They sent my whole world spinning and crashing and healing, and I was a mess. Finally, we reached a large hole in a tree, and Jully pushed me inside before ducking under a bunch of vines. We were both safely hidden. The silence was worse than all the chaotic noise. My chest heaved as tears stung in my eyes, and my throat bobbed to keep from crying out. His bright eyes stared at mine, and his mouth moved, over and over in my head, listening to those words repeatedly. "I love you, little star."
Digi Dragon 05Published about 20 hours ago in FictionManifesting Love: A Journey of Law of Attraction
Title: "Manifesting Love: A Journey of Law of Attraction" Subtitle: "From Dream to Reality, How One Woman Manifested Her Perfect Life Partner"
Building a Strong Marriage
Understanding and nurturing a healthy and harmonious relationship between husband and wife involves recognizing and fulfilling each other’s needs, addressing significant challenges, and adopting positive behaviors. Here’s a more detailed discussion of the points you’ve provided:
Emily Chan - Life and love sharingPublished a day ago in FictionA Mother’s Lesson: Cultivating Grit and Resilience in Children
Once upon a time in a cozy living room, a concerned mother sat down with her teenage son, Daniel. She had noticed a worrying trend in his attitude towards his studies and wanted to have a heart-to-heart conversation.
Emily Chan - Life and love sharingPublished a day ago in FictionWhat’s the Secret to Lifelong Love for Husband and Wife
Two individuals, husband and wife, come together by serendipity, nurturing their connection through affection, enduring through love, and persevering for the sake of family bonds.
Emily Chan - Life and love sharingPublished a day ago in FictionLost Love, Unrequited Affection
Once upon a time, there was a love so deep and profound that it seemed unbreakable. A person, full of affection and hope, poured their heart out to someone they cared for deeply. But alas, their love went unnoticed and uncherished. It was as if their feelings were invisible.
Emily Chan - Life and love sharingPublished a day ago in FictionHard to Find the Right Person?
Finding the right person can be a challenging journey, akin to searching for the perfect pair of shoes. It’s not solely about appearances but more about whether you both fit well together and treat each other right. Just as an ill-fitting shoe can become uncomfortable over time, so too can a wrong relationship.
Emily Chan - Life and love sharingPublished a day ago in FictionUnconventional Love
There exists a unique form of love, one that endures for a lifetime even when becoming a spouse is not possible. This profound and caring love transcends the boundaries of a husband and wife relationship, offering something even more exceptional.
Emily Chan - Life and love sharingPublished 2 days ago in FictionWhat if You Didn't Leave the Pool for 30 Days
Imagine the scenario: you are simply spending a day at home, it is you, and only you for the next mile (nearest neighbor). Delightfully intoxicated under the summer sun, you one well to constant the temperature by getting into the outdoor pool. Yet, on that night in your impaired state, yet you made a serious blunder and jumped into the short end, therefore breaking your arms. Trapped in the hole with no way to climb out, you end up totally in this moment. With dead or alive in between, you will certainly waste a whole month of time and it will be dead." How is your character prepared to cope with such a challenge?
Amine OubihPublished 2 days ago in FictionThe Salt of Tears
In a small coastal village, nestled between jagged cliffs and the relentless waves of the sea, lived a woman named Elara. Her eyes were the color of stormy skies—gray-blue, shifting with her moods. Elara was the fisherman's daughter, her life entwined with the ebb and flow of the tides.
Muhammad Sarmad RazzaqPublished 2 days ago in Fiction