Love

Nostradamus Predictions for 2026.
Nostradamus Predictions for 2026 Nostradamus remains one of the most enduring names in prophecy. Born Michel de Nostredame in sixteenth-century France, he worked as a physician, astrologer, and writer, a man who turned observation into prediction. His book Les Prophéties has travelled through centuries, its cryptic verses sparking argument and awe in equal measure. Some see his work as poetic philosophy, others as proof that the future leaves shadows long before it arrives. Whatever the truth, his name still rises whenever the world trembles.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 3 months ago in Fiction
Peaches
Rain pattered against the wide window that made up the front of the kitchen, casting light and warmth over the sink and table on any other day. Now it stood as a dark mirror in a poorly lit kitchen that once catered an entire family, sons and husbands, wives and daughters, a slew of children that would run about before a holiday dinner with their toys or chased that old gray dog around that once resided here. Now it sat empty, but for a single soul, wrapped in an ebony dress, standing on swollen ankles shoved into a pair of heels that had not been worn in decades.
By Brier3 months ago in Fiction
Tears of God
Heavy drops spattered down on dry land, picking up bits of dirt and sand, growing into globs of mud as thunder cracked overhead. The wind came next, brushing the ash off burn piles and the dry leaves of last year out into the decrepit fields that were meant to feed the families that huddled around the small meals, cooked on quick dry fires in the homes that littered the land. Relentlessly it came down, enough to snuff out fireplaces and flood the banks, while the wind tore away at roofs and shook every board of every home.
By Brier3 months ago in Fiction
Free Will. Top Story - July 2026.
The air was as crisp as a dragon fly’s wings and Lancington Lake dutifully reflected all the surrounding lights in the spring air. It gave a yawn of forgiveness for the encroaching darkness, swallowing its memories of so many people who now found it warm enough during the day to swim in its fold. Too cold to swim in now, there were people in all manner of laissez-faire out fittings sitting idly and wistfully at its edges.
By Paul Aaron Domenick3 months ago in Fiction
Embracing Fawn's Rest
Fawn’s Rest always smelled like cedar after rain—like the town had been washed clean and decided to keep the softness. Victor noticed it most in the mornings, when the mist still clung to the evergreens and the road out front looked like it might dissolve into fog. Their old boarding house sat on the outskirts, half wrapped in history and half wrapped in modern updates, like it couldn’t quite decide which century it belonged to. Wide porch. Tall windows. Original woodwork that creaked underfoot in a way that felt almost affectionate. Inside, clean lines and warm light tried to pretend the walls hadn’t heard a hundred years of strangers’ stories.
By Kristina Zill3 months ago in Fiction
Smashed Pennies
The spring was hot, a glimmer into the heat summer would hold. After a lofty hike exploring the wooded trails along the river, we dipped into the cool water. The delightful chill washed away the warmth of the day.
By Laura Lann3 months ago in Fiction
Emotional dirty talk. Top Story - July 2026.
I have always felt like I was an undiagnosed paraplegic in love. Paralyzed from my waist down. I can’t explain it. It sounds so weird cause at first I thought it was just my feelings being too big. But I realized it was physical in the sense that any type of intimacy made me shake, convulse, maybe cry.
By Melissa Ingoldsby3 months ago in Fiction
In the Ring. Top Story - July 2026.
That was a damn strange fight. At least they went the ten rounds for it, but I wouldn’t have believed my own eyes if I did not sit at ringside and watch it all go down. Needed to have these notes as evidence for it, too.
By Kendall Defoe 3 months ago in Fiction
to inherit the earth
She wept as she stood waving farewell to her son Jay Dee and his wife, the still and silent walls mutely observing the old woman’s grief as their car rounded the bend on the north side of the railroad trestle, the morning sun barely an hour above the eastern horizon facing her door. Gazing past the shadow beneath the bridge, past comings and goings crowded her thoughts, each burdened by the weight of time and memory, some moments inflated by the hope of joy while others could only be quietly endured.
By John Cox3 months ago in Fiction
The Things I Meant To Come Back To
My inbox was full. Not emotionally. Literally. Years of newsletters I’d never read. Shipping confirmations. Password resets. Coupons from stores I’d forgotten I’d ever shopped at. Google Photos had slowly turned into a massive, digital junk drawer. It was an attic of screenshots, receipts, duplicate pictures of my dogs, and memes I forgot were funny.
By Tifani Power 3 months ago in Fiction
The Mole She Never Had . Content Warning.
David’s thumb stopped just below my collarbone, pressing into the little hollow there, and then he said something strange. We were still naked. It was four in the morning, the rain had just stopped, and our bodies were still wrapped in a thin film of sweat, his and mine. His fingers traced down my ribs slowly, like he was reading Braille. When he reached the third rib on the left, he paused and pressed down hard. It wasn’t a caress—it was pressure, the way you press a button to check if it still works. Then he said, “You have a mole here. You didn’t have it before.”
By Jin3 months ago in Fiction
In 5 years. Content Warning.
Adrian and Connor were quite a pair, and although they were never an official couple, everyone always perceived them as such. The only ones who knew about their relationship were our close-knit circle of friends. While being gay is not a crime, being in a relationship when one is meant to be in a union is illegal, and the punishment can be imprisonment. Adrian and Connor faced many challenges, but Connor had it particularly tough since he was already entered into a union. This situation completely broke them, but they managed to hold on through their difficulties.
By Aoife’s stories 3 months ago in Fiction