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Rocky
In the bustling streets of a sprawling metropolis, a small, helpless puppy was born on a cold, unforgiving road. Its cries for help were met with indifference as the relentless tide of traffic roared past. But fate had a different path in store for this abandoned creature.
- Top Story - April 2024
Two Pink Lines
I had never really felt like a child. I'd always had to raise myself. My mother was just a teenager when she'd had me and consequently, we had spent my whole childhood arguing and fighting like a couple of sisters as opposed to mother and daughter. My father was older than my mother but still had some maturing to do himself. He focused his entire life on me, his little girl but never realized the pressure that put on me. I always felt I had to raise him even as he was trying to raise me. We raised each other. Then, I met him. He cares, he shows me a love like I've never known. For once, it's about me and I don't have to focus on other people's needs and what someone needs from me. Someone always wants something from you. That is what my parents have taught me. Love is selfish but it isn't with him. He is perfect, beautiful, funny, and can take me to places I've only dreamed about. Places outside my mind and my own pathetic life and I know that I will always love him. When we first met, I wanted him to have my children, but now? Right now, with us both still in high school? This is all happening so soon. I slipped into the restroom at work. It had been 6 weeks since my last menstrual and this was not normal. I couldn't wait any longer. I put the top on the test and waited. These 60 seconds felt like forever. What would we do? We were both seniors so we didn't have long to go before school was over but this was not the plan. The plan was for him to join the Army and me the National Guard and for me to get my associate's degree and then we marry, then have kids.
Lindsey AltomPublished 4 days ago in Fiction - Top Story - April 2024
Reaching Out
I promise her. I'd do anything for her. She's my mom. Even as Lanie and Deanna are flying home, Mom is scrappy fighting dying. She lays too still in that too-big bed with all the toasty white hospital blankets, in the south tower, at the broad end of a long slow-turning corner that delivers me again to her private room with the view she can't see through, with the beeping that tells us nothing new, and all these ice chips she can't swallow, and a flood of well-intentioned nurses who cannot do a damned thing all the same.
Christy MunsonPublished 4 days ago in Fiction Newborn Connection
I had been told throughout my entire life how this moment would feel. Generations had regaled the same story, over and over again, every time the topic came into discussion. It reached the point that it was not just a story of one persons experience, but rather a collective truth; an inevitable string of emotions that no one could dispute.
Amber BristowPublished 4 days ago in FictionAir Fall in the Summer
Alan “Big Al” Compton shifted his brawny bulk in the lounge room arm chair. It creaked and protested under his weight. He held his mug of tea, engulfed in one hand – the handles were always too puny for his thick fingers – and took a slurp. Janice had made it just right; she oughta by now, after 25 years together.
Michael DarvallPublished 5 days ago in FictionUnknown Facts About the Characters in "Jujutsu Kaisen"
1. Gojo Has A Taste For Sweets Many people liken Gojo to Naruto's Kakashi, however there's one area where they are very different from one another. Gojo has a serious sweet tooth, but Kakashi doesn't like sweet food.
Treehouse
Some time ago in a little town settled profound inside a rich backwoods, there carried on with a young man named Ethan. Ethan was not normal for some other youngster in the town. While his companions went through their days messing around and investigating the forest, Ethan had an impossible to miss interest with trees.
When Love Tempts
Elara, a weaver known for her tapestries that captured the whispers of the wind, lived a life as quiet and ordered as the threads she worked with. Her days followed a rhythm as familiar as the rising and setting sun – the clack of the loom, the gentle hum of her song, the scent of wool and lavender that filled her small cottage nestled in the foothills. Yet, a silent yearning thrummed beneath the surface, a yearning for something more than the solitude her life offered.
Moharif YuliantoPublished 5 days ago in FictionHabibi
As lighter is to gas, Habibi, an heartache to me.Hair the colour of 11:59, skin ivory, teeth the colour of clouds and eyes Hazel of the sea.
Farewell, Fairy
This story has been edited a bit, but was originally written and submitted as an assignment for my MFA program. My elm tree is dying. Some of my pines are already dead.
Hannah E. AaronPublished 5 days ago in FictionLuna's Triumph
add 100 words to this story "Once upon a time, in a small village nestled at the edge of a mystical forest, lived a little girl named Luna. Luna had curly brown hair that bounced with every step she took, and her bright green eyes sparkled with curiosity. She was known for her determination and kindness, always ready to lend a helping hand to those in need.
mahmoud elsaadPublished 5 days ago in FictionAMINA - Episode 2
Amina stretched, exhausted. It had been a long day. She relished the quiet in the taxi, courtesy of the grey-haired driver. She yawned for the umpteenth time. The driver glanced at her from the rear-view mirror.
Eunice OguruPublished 5 days ago in Fiction