Love

5 Minute Romance: The Ski Lift
Anita skated forward clumsily towards the dip in the snow. She heard the grind of the ski lift’s overhead gears and watched anxiously as the chair in front whumped against the skiers before her. This was it, her first time taking the lift by herself. Memories of her first attempt last season resurfaced, warming her skin with embarrassment. She hadn’t been prepared for the lift’s speed and how it knocked her feet out from underneath her. Her skis had gone flying. Everything had to be stopped for several minutes.
By Valerie Taylor12 months ago in Fiction
In the Wake of A Nightmare
As I gazed through the French doors, a sweep of turquoise water stretched before me, waves crashing against the cliffs below with a rhythm that pulsed in my ears. This was the trip I had been longing for, and now that I was wrapped in its vivid reality, I felt lifted to a kind of heaven.
By C.Z. Munu 12 months ago in Fiction
Journey of a lost sock
I was enjoying being together with my partner from the day I was born, talking and flirting as always, when suddenly, we got hurled to a white basket.
By Prasha12 months ago in Fiction
💌 The Letter I Never Sent
The envelope was yellowed with time, its edges curled as though it had been holding its breath for years. Maya found it buried under old notebooks while cleaning her drawer one rainy afternoon. The handwriting on the front stopped her cold—her own, shaky and uneven, scrawled when she was sixteen.
By Aminullah12 months ago in Fiction
Sanam Khana-e-Khayal (The Temple of Imagination)
🌹 The Temple of Imagination Beginning In the dim light of dusk, a young man sat lost in a world of thoughts. Outside the window, the branches of trees swayed with the wind, as if sharing in the restlessness of his heart. His name was Arsalan. From childhood, he had been quiet, a man of a different temperament. Unlike others, the noise, games, and clamor of the world never appealed to him. His joy was always found in solitude, in books, and in poetry.
By New stAr writer 12 months ago in Fiction
The Forest of the Forgotten
Ellie woke to the sound of gentle rain pattering against Amnity's cottage windows, a soft rhythm that felt like Nova welcoming her back to consciousness. She was still wearing her festival dress from the night before, though someone—Amnity—had draped a quilt over her where she'd fallen asleep on the small couch.
By Parsley Rose 12 months ago in Fiction
Moon Between Us
It’s midnight again. The kind of midnight that’s not just dark—but quiet in a way that presses against your chest. The kind where thoughts echo louder than any sound, and memories feel like they’re sitting beside you, whispering everything you’re trying not to think about.
By fazalhaq12 months ago in Fiction
The AI Oracle of Truth
The Chamber of Veritas was the quietest place on Earth. It had to be. Noise—emotional, informational, or auditory—could cloud the purity of the answer. People called the entity at its center the Oracle. It was an AI, built not for efficiency or automation, but for a single purpose: to discern and deliver objective, verifiable truth.
By Habibullah12 months ago in Fiction
The Forest of the Forgotten
The Great Meadow transformed as the sun set, blooming into something magical under the light of Nova's full moon. Dozens of vendors had spread their wares along winding paths marked by glowing crystal lanterns, creating a maze of wonder that drew visitors deeper into the celebration. The air hummed with laughter, music, and the gentle chime of wind bells hanging from every stall.
By Parsley Rose 12 months ago in Fiction
The Stranger
The Stranger No sun for him but memories, no ground beneath his feet but nostalgia. He gazes through the windows of absence, at a homeland once called "home."
By Mohammed faqya 12 months ago in Fiction
A Cruise for Only Two
The private party felt like it was running on its own rules. Soft lights, music low enough to feel secret, drinks passed around without anyone counting. Danny had found it by mistake, following the wrong hallway and catching a glimpse of a door that never should have been open. James was already inside, leaning against the bar like he owned the place. He had been on ships like this for years, knew the tricks, the hidden corners. Danny was wide-eyed, clutching his first drink like it might anchor him.
By Joey Raines12 months ago in Fiction
Beneath the Crimson Sky
The rain fell like shards of glass across the scarred battlefield, turning the soil to mud and the air to a cold, choking mist. Captain Elara Voss of the northern army crouched behind a broken wall, her chest heaving as she scanned the field. Across the no-man’s land, a familiar silhouette moved with deadly precision. Her heart lurched—not in fear, but in recognition.
By Hasnainkhalid12 months ago in Fiction