Love
The Other
You learned the news of Charles’s death on Thursday afternoon. His secretary delivered the blow with the expected indifference you’ve come to know and understand from her. She was the mule that shouldered your weight. The only person in his compact little world he trusted enough to know what you meant to him. You suppose that after she hung up the phone, she reared back in her chair and kicked her little feet like a giddy child to be rid of you. Her indifference wasn’t what bothered you, of course, it was the abruptness of it all. The great finale of his heart as he walked with a to-go club sandwich from Loeb Boathouse through Central Park. She said she thought you would want to know , and then there you were—left to digest this in the middle of your immaculate living room in the midday sun. You gnawed at a fresh manicure and tried to imagine a man as robust as Charles in a lifeless state, but you couldn’t.
By M.C. Finch 3 days ago in Fiction
Stitch. The lore of Sara Foxgrave.
The neon glare of the diner vanished in a flash of black and chrome as Sara throttled the Triumph out onto the main road. The storm wasn't letting up. It slammed straight into her chest—a wall of freezing water and biting wind that would have forced most riders to pull over. But Sara just tucked her chin lower into the collar of her heavy leather jacket, her boots locked tight against the pegs. Letting her helmet take the blasts.
By Syl De'Vil3 days ago in Fiction
Stitch. The lore of Sara Foxgrave
The night thinned out fast after the rush. A few regulars left early, muttering about the storm rolling in. Bane was one of them. He slipped out without fanfare, without lingering, just a nod toward Josh and a last glance at Sara that she pretended not to notice.
By Syl De'Vil3 days ago in Fiction
Stay Connected
You were never good at being in the same place where your limbs stood. Always with your mind wandering and your soul too adventurous to stay strapped to your body. Wishing on every shooting star and realizing the stars never listened. They came and gone, just as almost every person who crossed your path did. A vicious cycle. A world too cruel to understand how truly special you are. A world that would rather replace the stars with pixels and replace you with polluted air. The people walk around this city in a rush to go nowhere. Bumping into you as if they could not recognize your existence. You acknowledge them, you must, but they do not offer you and your tall presence the same courtesy. They find when the breeze picks up you whistle as if your worries were in second place. No constant vehicle issues, no time-consuming repetitive job, no doctor’s appointments that you cannot afford, no obligations to anyone but yourself. A dream most have, but one that cannot be obtained as the struggle is the only way for them to live here in this city of broken dreams. Maybe it would suit you well to think of their disrespect as more jealousy than complete disregard. It could help ease your mind when the nights seem long.
By Ashley Wrigley4 days ago in Fiction
"Echoes of the Deep Sea's Whispers"
"Chapter-One" "Jason was a Young man of the ocean, but not the kind who chased Hollywood cameras. Jason was a rogue marine biologist, built like a mountain, with long, wild brown curls and tattooed arms weathered by salt
By Vicky 'A' Blevins Reavis4 days ago in Fiction
The Perfect Sacrifice
You knew this pain was inevitable. You knew love had no bounds unless religion was involved. A sudden abdominal cramp put you to your knees and brought you back to reality. The time was coming. And the pill was working. Your bedroom felt suffocating, with its judging walls and its heavy ceiling almost brushing your hair. You needed to pray, but the prayers bounced off that low ceiling, coming back unanswered. Your soul felt tormented. And your body felt vile.
By Nina Domricheva4 days ago in Fiction
Broken: An Abuse Survivor's Tale💜Part 2. Content Warning.
Ch 2: Then Came Control and Obsession The night of our wedding still lingered in my mind to this day. For him to have treated me so harshly for something so innocuous was beyond me. Nothing up to that point led me to believe he would be so... possessive and jealous.
By Rain Dayze5 days ago in Fiction
