Love

The Secret to Lasting Love: Understanding Your Partner’s Love Language
Love isn’t one-size-fits-all. We all have different ways of showing and receiving affection. Imagine you’re with someone special, but despite all the effort, sometimes it feels like they don’t get you. That’s where understanding Love Languages comes in.
By Silent Tearsabout a year ago in Fiction
"By Day a Heiress, By Night a Nomad"
Nobody ever suspected that the girl who wore Chanel to brunch also boiled instant noodles on a camp stove at midnight. Aria Vale was the face of old money in Charleston. Her family owned three generations' worth of shipping wealth, a sprawling estate near the water, and a surname that opened doors at every country club and art gala. She was a regular in society columns, always smiling in curated candids with crystal flutes in hand.
By John gilabout a year ago in Fiction
Good Friday 2025 The Cross- Our victory
''Good Friday - 2025'' Our eternal Redeemer, Jesus, died on the cross for you and me. Not a loss, a ''victory.'' Not a darkness but ''light''
By Rohitha Lankaabout a year ago in Fiction
The Poet and the Caged Muse
The town of Veridian Hollow was known for two things: its fog-soaked cobblestone streets and the poets who haunted them. Every dusk, ink-stained dreamers gathered in dimly lit taverns to recite verses about love, loss, and the ache of existence. But Elias Wren was different. He didn’t recite—he couldn’t. For three years, his quill had lain dormant, his parchment blank as the hollows of his heart.
By Sanchita Chatterjeeabout a year ago in Fiction
The last cup
Benny made her tea every morning, even after she was gone. The tea cup sat steaming on the kitchen table, a habit he could not shake.
By Susan Fourtané about a year ago in Fiction
The Stranger at the Hotel Bar. Content Warning.
I wasn’t supposed to be there. It was a business trip. One night in a fancy hotel, a folder full of client notes, and a glass of wine I hadn’t even finished before 9 PM. But something about the warm glow of the bar downstairs, the quiet hum of music, and the way I looked in my fitted black dress made me pause as I passed the elevator.
By krtikabout a year ago in Fiction
Love, For the First Time
*I was just 17.* Class 10. Quiet. A bit of a loner. Most of my time was spent glued to games, lost in my own world. We were living in a rented house back then. Next door, one of the rooms had been empty for a while — until one day, a new family came to check it out. They weren’t alone. A girl was with them.
By Imran hossainabout a year ago in Fiction
THE LAST FIRST DANCE
Outside, the world groans beneath an endless storm. Inside, a cabin forgotten by time barely stands, lit only by the flickering glow of a candle.
By Gerson Azurzaabout a year ago in Fiction
DOOMED IN LOVE. Content Warning.
Doomed in Love: The Tragedy of Alina and Andreas Part I: The Meeting The moon hung low over the city of Elesmere, bleeding pale silver through the cathedral towers and into the cracked streets below. In the heart of the noble district, a masquerade ball spun its music through golden halls, where laughter and lies danced arm in arm.
By EBERECHUKWU OKOROabout a year ago in Fiction
The Last Train
Ihan and Barna were both first-year students at a famous university in Dhaka. They met in the library while reaching for the same book, "Wuthering Heights." They had no idea that this would be the start of their own romance until they saw each other again the following day at the campus cafeteria. Their first encounters turned into numerous ones, including during class breaks, at library tables, and outside in the late afternoons. Ihan was a young man from a small village with dreams in his eyes and roots buried deep in the ground; his father, a retired schoolteacher, barely supported the family with private tuition. In contrast, Barna came from a wealthy, urban family. Her mother was a famous socialite, and her father was a prosperous businessman.Their love seemed mismatched on paper. In fact, it was exquisitely flawless.
By Md Hasanullahabout a year ago in Fiction
The Space Between Us
It didn’t happen all at once. That’s the hardest part to explain. There was no big fight, no betrayal, no slamming doors or raised voices. Just a slow drift, like two people sharing the same space but living in different worlds. A gentle unraveling. Quiet. Almost kind.
By Elendionneabout a year ago in Fiction
The Oak Tree. Content Warning.
I watch the news coverage of your trial months later. I don’t have cable up in the mountains, so I have to travel to a small cafe in the valley that offers free internet. There is a small TV in the corner that can stream various news channels. The owner of the cafe does not ask me why I return every day to watch a criminal trial on her small TV. She just places my black tea beside me - I won’t drink coffee anymore - and then she leaves me be.
By New England Poet about a year ago in Fiction