Love

The Quietest Goodbye
I didn’t realize you had left until weeks later. Your body was still there. Your voice, too. But something softer—something I couldn’t name—was already gone.
By Nomiabout a year ago in Fiction
King of Envy
In the ancient city of Halemar—where cobbled streets shimmered with the dust of old gold, and grand halls echoed with the laughter of false kings—there lived a man named Elion. Not a peasant, not quite a noble, but someone in between. A scholar by training, a dreamer by soul, Elion was known for two things: his intellect, and his ceaseless desire to be someone else.
By Nomiabout a year ago in Fiction
Snow Valley Boy and Brave Camel
The Boy and the Camel in the Snowy Valley In a quiet mountain valley where tall pine trees whispered secrets to the wind and snowflakes danced through the air, there lived a boy named Aman. The valley was cradled by snow-capped peaks and split by a silver river that wound like a snake through soft green grass. Though it was always winter, the place never felt cold to Aman. It felt alive.
By Mukhtiar Ahmadabout a year ago in Fiction
LOVE n FICTION
"In the Blue Sky of New York" New York City—a city of glittering lights, fast-moving traffic, and magical dreams. Ariba, a girl from Dhaka, set foot in this city. She came to New York University to pursue a master's degree in technology. She left behind her quiet neighborhood, her mother's face, and the image of her father sitting with a cup of tea in his hand. However, New York is not just about studying for Ariba. It is the beginning of living for herself. Her life in Dhaka was confined to the rules of a conservative family. But here, it was as if she could breathe on her own for the first time.
By sagorbariabout a year ago in Fiction
A woman falls for a man who is secretly a prince in disguise
Once upon a time, in a quiet village nestled between lush green hills and shimmering rivers, lived a woman named Elara. She was a kind-hearted soul, known throughout the village for her gentle nature and unwavering dedication to her family and community. She spent her days tending to her small garden, helping neighbors, and dreaming of adventures beyond the horizon. Despite her humble life, she often found herself longing for something more—something extraordinary.
By obadiahabout a year ago in Fiction
A Love Story
It will be one day for some, one night for some, no one will like it more—I will never go away with this bad nature of mine, Shan was humming to himself standing by the window. Next to him, his roommates—Riyaz, Surya, and Naushad—were drifting off into the intoxication of alcohol. The night before the exam, but no one was tense. Naushad had finished the entire bottle by himself
By Ishrat Jahan about a year ago in Fiction
Humla Limi Valley Trek: Yaks, Yak Cheese, and the Art of Surviving Your Own Stupidity
Let’s get this straight: if the Gokyo Lakes were a chilly slap of reality, the Humla Limi Valley Trek is like getting dunked into a bucket of ice water while someone yells, “This is character-building!” My accomplice? Anika, a friend who claims she’s “into cultural immersion” but is really just a history nerd with a knack for getting lost. Together, we ventured into Nepal’s far northwest—a place so remote, even Google Maps shrugs.
By michal lendenabout a year ago in Fiction
A woman falls for a traveler who’s passing through her town.
In the quiet town of Willowbrook, nestled between rolling hills and lush forests, life moved at a gentle, unhurried pace. The townspeople knew each other by name, and the seasons marked the rhythm of their days. Among them was Eleanor, a woman in her early thirties, whose life was a tapestry woven with routine and quiet dreams. She owned the local bookstore, "Whispering Pages," a cozy haven filled with the scent of aged paper and the soft glow of vintage lamps. Eleanor found comfort in the familiar—her mornings spent arranging new arrivals, her afternoons lost in stories of distant lands, and her evenings tending her small garden behind her shop.
By obadiahabout a year ago in Fiction
A young woman falls in love with her guardian after her parents’ death.
**A Love Beyond Boundaries** Lina was only sixteen when tragedy struck her life. Her parents, loving and kind, had always been her anchors. But one stormy night, a terrible accident took them away, leaving her orphaned and adrift in a world she no longer recognized. The only family she had left was her guardian, Mr. Daniel Harper, a man in his early forties who had been her parents’ close friend and confidant.
By obadiahabout a year ago in Fiction
Married To A Mad Man (A Romantic Story)
Rachel had always believed in the promise of love. She had dreamed of a life filled with laughter, stability, and shared dreams. When she married Daniel, she thought she was entering a fairytale, unaware of the darkness that lurked beneath his charming exterior.
By obadiahabout a year ago in Fiction
Drowning in the Silence You Left Behind
The quiet is the loudest thing in our apartment now. I measure time in unheard sounds: - 7:32 AM: Where your razor should buzz against the bathroom mirror - 3:15 PM: When the espresso machine no longer screams its daily protest - 11:47 PM: The space between my breaths where your snoring used to live Our cat paces the hallway, ears pricked for footsteps that never come. Even she has stopped yowling at the door. The vet called it "depression." I didn't have the heart to tell her we're all just waiting for a sound that doesn't exist anymore. I find your echo in unexpected places: - The microwave beeping *just once* instead of your usual impatient three jabs - The shower curtain moving when there's no draft - That one warped floorboard by the bed that doesn't creak under phantom weight anymore Yesterday, I screamed until my throat bled. Not words—just raw, animal sound. The neighbors called the super. When he came, I watched his eyes dart to the medicine cabinet where your antidepressants used to be. His mouth opened. Closed. The silence between us grew teeth. I still sleep on my side of the bed. The empty space beside me has started to feel like quicksand. Some nights I wake up gasping, convinced the stillness is filling my lungs. The terrible truth? You didn't take the silence with you. You left it here— a living thing growing in the spaces where you used to be.
By Wiki Rjmabout a year ago in Fiction
A House Full of Hearts
The storm had passed, but the silence that followed was louder than the thunder that had shaken the house the night before.
By Lisa about a year ago in Fiction