Love
Love's Not-To-Do List
Love's no suppose to do list- things not to do in Love! We need to be honest and direct. Most people are not really in love, but rather, they have become addicted psychologically. They slap a name on it, ''Love'', when they are in fact systematically eroding their own future, peace and self-worth. Here are some things you should stop doing:
By Rohitha Lankaabout a year ago in Fiction
Queen of the Hollow Crown. Content Warning.
Read the first story here: The Thief of Shadows I: The First Rebellion The dead moved differently now. Lirael saw it in the way the shades paused mid-wail when she passed, their hollow eyes tracking her with something sharper than fear. The obsidian floors, once cold enough to burn bare flesh, now warmed beneath her footsteps like stones left in afternoon sun. Even the air had changed—thick with the scent of overripe figs and the metallic tang of freshly unearthed grave soil.
By The Lost Books - "Libri Perditi"about a year ago in Fiction
The Thief of Shadows. Content Warning.
I: The Heist in Hell The air in the Underworld didn’t move like air should. It clung, thick as funeral shrouds, pressing against Lirael’s skin with the weight of centuries of held breaths. The path before her twisted like a gutted serpent, paved not with stone but with the petrified bones of oath-breakers, their hollow eye sockets weeping black ichor that sizzled where it touched her boots.
By The Lost Books - "Libri Perditi"about a year ago in Fiction
The Hollow and the Hungry Ghost. Content Warning.
I. The Wrong Door Opened Mirelle's fingers trembled as she lit the thirteenth candle. The church basement reeked of mildew and old incense, the perfect place to cheat death. She'd come to speak to her sister—just once, just long enough to say the words she'd left unsaid the day the fever took her.
By The Lost Books - "Libri Perditi"about a year ago in Fiction
Edmund, Are You There?. Honorable Mention in You Were Never Really Here Challenge.
No Kiss, No Socks A phantom of despondency sank into the other side of Lucille’s bed. Where warmth once lived, an imprint of despair now settled under the sheets. Just when she thought she could feel a trace of him there, the prevalent void withered her frail heart. Every beat another beating.
By Lora Colemanabout a year ago in Fiction
Faceless Night [Part 4-ending].. Content Warning.
*** (At three-thirty in the morning). The conversation between two bodies was still ongoing among their peacefully sleeping children. It was about longing, "all because of your spell, oh female fish, that the sea water doesn't taste salty!", "you stupid male cat, you might never realize it, if you keep curling up in the corner of the suffocating alleys of your hometown, if you never cross the blue ocean. That your pearl-like eyes hold the wonders of the sky during the full moon...(the man flinched as he touched his blind eyes)...Yes, because of your eyes reflecting the full moon, my underwater kingdom that night became strange, no longer salty, but like a swimming pool owned by city people. So, I emerged to the surface, searching for you, finding you stranded, hungry and thirsty. Until you fell in love with my half-human body and flesh...(the two naked bodies rubbed against each other more tightly)...Only then did I darken the full moon with my cloudy magic. Making it sink before its time. You roared to wake up your wild side wanting to pounce on me, but what could you do, you were just a stranded black cat and already blind. And I am the princess of the blue ocean, because the foams of the waves are my urine. Until you wait for the return of another full moon in hunger, loneliness, darkness... The sky remained true to its promise. The girl and Gilang were getting deeper into their sleep, sheltered by the light of the full moon hanging in a quarter of the sky in the east. Both were still lying on their wet t-shirts and pants...you were so loyal to wait until the full moon returns. But you never knew what you were actually waiting for and what was waiting for you. That night, the second full moon of our encounter, with all the blessings of my blue sea, I transformed into a virgin girl. For the first time, my lungs breathed the air just like you did, my feet stepped on the grains of sand just like you did. Thus, that night I received my curse. Then, you tore apart every curve of my body in the form of a black cat, just like you tore apart a flopping fresh fish on the beach. You licked every pore of my body that was no longer scaly. I allowed it for the sake of the sea that was no longer salty because of your eyes. Eyes that would soon be blind, blinded by the lust that claimed to be love. Until I truly began to love you that night. The love of a fish for a black cat. A love that was actually just an escape from my fear of the ocean water that you turned into freshwater... (At four o'clock in the morning) Gilang woke up after being bitten by a mosquito, only to be startled by two naked bodies piled up next to his younger sibling, his mother and a blind man he didn't know. Gilang closed his eyes again, pretending to still be asleep... Then you are cursed to be my husband's human... "Gilang (in his mind): Father...?" ...after I cursed myself first to become a woman... "Gilang (sobbing in his mind): They are demons, my sibling and I are demon offspring.!!!" The child was startled by the reality, crying and screaming when suddenly the world turned dark. But he didn't recognize his own screams
By Shafa Ichwanusabout a year ago in Fiction
A Lantern in the Fog
Introduction: Love doesn’t always arrive with fanfare. Sometimes, it drifts in gently — like fog curling under doorways, or the hush of a song before the first note. In the coastal town of Windmere, where the sea hummed lullabies and time strolled instead of sprinted, two souls crossed paths not with sparks, but with a soft, glowing warmth. This is the story of Juniper and Eliot — two people who didn’t fall in love, but rather, grew into it like vines on an old stone wall.
By rokib ahmedabout a year ago in Fiction
Hug Me Tight Until I Stop Overthinking
The world seemed to be capering too quickly around me, and my mind appeared to be doing the same. It had been one of 'those' days. One of 'those' weeks. Accumulation of responsibilities, choices, and problems I could not silence in my thoughts. The cacophony within my mind was too much and I was exhausted - exhausted from the vexation of thinking, from caring about everything way too much, and from feeling like I was lost in my thoughts.
By Shoaib Rehmanabout a year ago in Fiction
Let’s Kiss Until the Rain Stops
The realm outside throbbed, alive with the fervor of the storm. Glistening droplets showered from the sky while the roof, windows, and land splashed symphonically like a masterpiece. It seemed everything on earth took part in the fervor of the moment.
By Shoaib Rehmanabout a year ago in Fiction
