Love
Eighty Grams Above the Line
“Five point eight four,” Nora said. Ben wrote it in the ledger under yesterday’s five point nine one. He did not say anything. After twelve years of working together at the sanctuary, both Ben and Nora were able to read a falling column of numbers as other couples read a bank statement. The pangolin uncurled in Nora's hands and pushed her snout into the crook of an elbow.
By Daisy Fernsbyabout 11 hours ago in Fiction
Broken: An Abuse Survivor's Tale💜Part 4
Ch 4: There Were... Separation Pains To this day, I still haven't gotten a proper answer why Hector helped me. The position paid him very well and ensured his job security as long as he stroked his ego. A position many would covet. Evidently, it wasn't enough for him, as he sacrificed his position to save me.
By Rain Dayzea day ago in Fiction
No one else but You
You walked past a few streets, and only then did you realize that there were birds there in need of help—this time, help from a real person, which the birds couldn’t easily ask for. You’re there as a hero who suddenly appeared out of nowhere. Seeing these birds, you simply can’t turn a blind eye, as others do, even if you need help yourself. One of the birds simply followed you a few meters, knowing that you were the only person nearby who could help it survive this situation. It was more than difficult and dangerous, especially at night. You couldn’t take the bird with you, and at that moment you were even in so much pain yourself, but despite that, you had a choice: to help or simply walk away and do nothing, just like the others. But you aren’t like the others—you are yourself, and you have the heart and strength of a warrior who doesn’t care about further danger or personal needs at first. You quickly checked on the bird, observed it, and without hesitation you began a healing meditation, then started treating it with your own hands. As the bird began to regain its strength and consciousness, you called the veterinarian, who refused to help until you contacted the city police and asked them to transport the bird. This was the most unexpected turn of events for you in that moment of pain—both physical and emotional—and what was even more painful was that now you had to call the local municipal police, the very same people who had killed your cats, the very same people who had harmed you without reason in the moment of digesting heavy traumas the ones from past arrived what was worser will arrived in a real situation while confonting the ones who brought the huge harm to your being.
By Antea Lumina Kala Matylda 2 days ago in Fiction
The Notes You Never Heard
You shield yourself from recognition. You shield yourself from becoming more than you can cope with. Always take the most convoluted route home. Instead of walking along the main road from your workplace, Ciccones Ristorante and Taverna, you double back on yourself and traverse back streets and alleyways.
By Paul Stewart2 days ago in Fiction
Chasing The Fairytale
You always wanted to be in love. You came from a broken home, witnessing first hand that true love really was only in fairytales. You watched helplessly as both of your parents struggled with addiction. Your dad abandoned you when you were 6 and after a short reconnection, he died, succumbing to his demons, before you were 13.
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden3 days ago in Fiction
