Love

Don’t Tell Me the Truth About Love
Don’t Tell Me the Truth About Love is a compelling collection of short stories by British author Dan Rhodes, published in 2001. Though relatively obscure, the book has gained a cult following for its stark, poetic, and deeply imaginative exploration of love in its many forms—romantic, tragic, obsessive, and even grotesque. Comprising seven short stories, this slim volume subverts expectations, offering not heartwarming tales, but rather narratives that pierce, disturb, and linger.
By Muhammad Sananabout a year ago in Fiction
How to Forget a Love That Never Was
You don’t. You tell yourself you will—that time will sand down the edges of their memory until it’s smooth enough to hold without bleeding. You throw out the concert stubs, delete their number, laugh a little too loudly when friends say, *"You’re better off."* But then winter comes. And suddenly, you’re 2 a.m. and a half-empty bottle of wine, staring at a blurry photo from a party where their arm *almost* brushed yours. You’re the scent of rain on pavement, sharp and familiar, because they once mentioned loving storms. You’re the hollow click of your phone lighting up with *anyone’s* name but theirs. The cruelest part? There’s nothing to mourn. No breakup, no betrayal—just the phantom weight of a hand that never held yours, lips that never quite met your skin. You grieve a fever dream: the way their voice dropped when tired, the way they’d tilt their head listening to music, the way the universe *lied* when it made you feel like destiny was stitching your souls together with invisible thread. People call it *unrequited love* like it’s a single-season affliction. But you know the truth: it’s learning to live with a ghost that was never alive to begin with. So you don’t forget. You just learn to stop saying their name out loud.
By Wiki Rjmabout a year ago in Fiction
He Loved Me Before I Loved Myself
He Loved Me Before I Loved Myself By Lila Hart The first time he saw me, I was breaking. Not in the dramatic way that people sometimes imagine, but quietly—like a book left out in the rain, pages warping, spine softening, still whole, but no longer the same.
By Lila Hartabout a year ago in Fiction
A Silent Kind of Love
A Silent Kind of Love By Lila Hart When I first met Jules, I thought he didn’t like me. He was quiet—painfully so. While others filled the room with laughter and noise, Jules sat in the corner of the university library with headphones on and eyes that never looked up unless necessary.
By Lila Hartabout a year ago in Fiction
Summer Rain & College Nostalgia
The air was thick with heat—sultry, sticky, the kind of summer that makes you question every life choice that led you outdoors. And then, as if the universe sensed our collective exhaustion, the skies darkened. A gust of wind, a distant rumble, and then—rain. Heavy, sudden, unexpected.
By Subhasri Devarajabout a year ago in Fiction
The Fire is Burning
Oh, darling. I have quite an incredible story to tell you. Would you like to hear it? Well. It was one lovely winter, and I was staying at the cabin out by Newfeld Grove. You know the one. It had been a beautiful season up until that point. Not too cold. It was the same winter in which Margaret had had her baby - the first grandbaby and my little niece, that beautiful little Sasha. Oh, she had such wonder. I hoped that she and her husband were doing well. Margaret would write from me to time to time, bugging me about how she had to move out of state and was missing her poor sister who was still at home with Mummy. Ah, but, had she known what a romance we were striking up at home, she shan't have felt such pity for me. After all, I am her younger sister. What did she expect of a girl only just out of high school?
By Belleabout a year ago in Fiction
A Story About Love And Adventure In The Wilderness
**Title: Echoes of the Wild** The wilderness was alive with the symphony of nature—birds singing, leaves rustling, and a distant river rushing over rocks. For Clara, this untouched expanse was both a refuge and a mystery waiting to be unraveled. She had come to the remote mountains seeking solitude and a break from her hectic city life, but she didn’t expect her journey to turn into something far more extraordinary.
By obadiahabout a year ago in Fiction
The Giver
In a world where sameness reigned supreme, where color had vanished from vision and every choice — from one’s job to one’s spouse — was dictated by strict committees, lived a boy named Jonas. His community was pristine, efficient, and peaceful — or so everyone believed. Pain, hunger, war, and conflict had been eradicated. No one ever felt deep sorrow, but neither did they feel real joy. Emotions were subdued, language was precise, and memories of the past were locked away, forgotten.
By khanabout a year ago in Fiction
The final letter that Samira wrote.
A young woman named Samira resided in the dusty fringes of a little village called Miranpur, tucked away between abandoned hills and meandering dirt roads. In Miranpur, the sun always appeared harsher, but Samira felt that the world she had to bear on her frail shoulders was the true burden of existence.
By Abdul Qayyumabout a year ago in Fiction
A chilly night in London, Chapter #1 Introduction
It was a cold and a chilly night, but Henry didn’t care, Henry wasn’t alright. The moon was strong and full and shiny… but it was so small compared to the man so tiny.
By linuxconverseandcatsabout a year ago in Fiction
Naked Without Touch
Velvet Nights A sensual fiction story The night poured itself over the city like melted ink—slow, thick, and silent. From the open window, the breeze carried the smell of summer rain and something else—something warm and sweet, like skin just kissed.
By Hasan Aliabout a year ago in Fiction
She bled like a rose
The night was soft as velvet, and in the air lingered the scent of an unknown flower. The city had fallen asleep, but in one quiet corner, a story had begun to stir. It was the story of a girl named Lalima.
By Hasan Aliabout a year ago in Fiction