Love

BOND OF LOVE
At 5 pm, like every day, I left the office and headed home. There is a small market between the office and home, where there are several tea shops and some grocery stores.
By Wady Desabout a year ago in Fiction
The Quixotic Paradox: A Hallucinatory Pilgrimage Through Cervantes' Labyrinth
Prologue: The Birth of Literary Schizophrenia Imagine, if you will, a world where reality is but a flimsy curtain—and one man, armed with nothing but delusions and a rusted lance, tears it asunder with manic glee. Enter Don Quixote: part lunatic, part prophet, wholly unforgettable. Cervantes didn't merely pen a story in 1605; he unleashed a literary atom bomb, one that detonated the very boundaries between sanity and madness, comedy and tragedy, fiction and... something far stranger.
By MI BADSHAabout a year ago in Fiction
Echoes Beneath the Ice
1. The Arrival Aria Kapoor didn’t believe in fate—not until the day she stepped off the helicopter onto the frozen expanse of Lake Vinter in northern Sweden. Her assignment was simple: document climate change effects in the Arctic Circle for an international environmental journal. But the moment her boots crunched onto the ice, a chill ran down her spine that had nothing to do with the subzero temperatures.
By Gaurav Guptaabout a year ago in Fiction
The Secret They Buried with Her: A Town’s Chilling Silence. AI-Generated.
Rain had softened the earth when they lowered Sarah Hale into the ground. The ceremony was short. Just close family, a priest who rushed through the rites, and a handful of townspeople who kept their heads bowed, not from grief, but discomfort.
By Muhammad Rehanabout a year ago in Fiction
My Vampire Boyfriend -1
It was cold outside. I can still remember the day when I was going to buy some coffee for me because I was suffering from headache. It was my semester month so I was focused on my studies. I couldn’t focus well for my strong headache and coffee was a energy-booster for me so I had to buy some. It was very windy and cold outside. I wore my warm fluffy jacket and scarf to cover the cold. I took the car keys and went out. I was driving through a convenience store and all of a sudden a tall guy appeared in front of my car. I quickly stopped the car. He came in front of the window glass of my car. He looked very pale with a hint of dark circles. His dark black hair was kinda long and messy. He knocked in the window glass. I opened and asked “what are you doing in this cold weather?” He replied “ I have to go to the convenience store, I don’t have any food to eat”. Since it was very cold and he was wearing only a long sleeved shirt with blue jeans which were obviously not enough to cover the cold. So I told him to sit on my car. He got in my car and I told him my name but he was in a silent mood which was kinda awkward to me. I smiled at him and asked his name. He looked at me with his sleepy eyes and said “Damon”. I asked him what he was doing in this cold weather. He replied that he was starving and he was looking for food. I told him that he can tell me without hesitating what he wanna eat so that I’ll buy it for him. He replied, “ Blood, fresh blood.” As he said that I got shocked and stared at him for 2 seconds. Then he laughed and said he was just kidding. Just in a moment his atmosphere changed into an extrovert. He started to tell about himself to me with a very friendly behaviour. It was kinda weird for me because a boy who was totally cold and still few minutes ago, turned into a hype boy. Well I just let it go and started to talk with him. He said he was 27 and he lives near to my house. I asked him if he knew where my house was. He replied that he knew me from a very while because we live in the same area. Well it was weird for me because I’ve never seen him in my area before. As much as I was talking with him, more I was feeling weird about him. Because his all the answers were strange and odd.Well I stopped my car and went to the convenience store. I came after 7 minutes with foods for me and Damon. I got in my car and handed the food to him. At that moment Damon threw the food from his hand and he came up on me. Everything happened within 2 seconds. I was trembling for fear. I looked at his eyes with fear. His eyes were totally changed. They became dark red, like a volcano of blood in his lenses. His mouth became wide and sharp thin teeth came out. It was all like a story, but miraculously it was happening to me. For a moment I felt like I’m gonna die. He put his mouth closer to my neck and was about to bite me. “Stop” I shouted. He stopped for a second and again came closer to my neck with his big thin sharp teeth. I pushed him a little with my left hand with a little strength because he was very heavy. But he was about to put his head close again so I harshly hold his face with my hands and kissed him. I had no idea why I was doing that but there was no way to save my life from a monster like him. We were kissing for bit too long. As the seconds were passing, he was making the kiss even more deeper and deeper. His sharp teeth cut my lips as he was kissing me. After a while he looked at me with a silence. My lips were all bloody because of his sharp vampire teeth. I was struggling to breath because he kissed so hardly. A little part of my hair was in-front of my face, he gently moves that away.
By Hadeonabout a year ago in Fiction
Eyes That Spoke Before Words
Hazel, a boy from the city quiet, thoughtful, a little lost in the chaos of life agreed to a holiday in the Swiss Alps just to escape routine. His friends pushed him into it, hoping he’d breathe a little, live a little.
By Silent Tearsabout a year ago in Fiction
Faded Pulse
Have you ever scrolled for hours... and still felt nothing? Not sad. Not broken. Just… empty. Like the world is moving, and you're watching from somewhere underwater.
By Debarghya Chatterjeeabout a year ago in Fiction
"I'm in Love with Two People—And They're Both Me" The First Time I Met Her
"You forgot to turn off the oven." I spun around. The oven was off. When I looked back, the glass had cleared—except for one lingering droplet sliding down like a tear.
By Wiki Rjmabout a year ago in Fiction
The Sprout. Content Warning.
The furnace rumbles to life as the clock hits 7:02am. Your chest rises and falls again my spine. I have been wide awake for several minutes, staring at the gray, concrete wall inches from my face. My thoughts do not race or jog. They walk in a casual but continuous stride through the center of my mind.
By New England Poet about a year ago in Fiction
The Puppet Master
The Angel of the Ancient of Days, Barbelo, being the oldest and wisest of all, was allowed to retire from the Eternal War over the plight of souls.
By C. Rommial Butlerabout a year ago in Fiction
In The Quiet Corners
It was always in the quiet corners that Oliver found her. Library nooks where dust danced in golden slivers of light, empty music rooms where forgotten pianos sat in soft silence, or on the park bench under the magnolia tree that bloomed even when the world felt asleep. Nora had a way of inhabiting spaces as if she belonged to them more than they belonged to her.
By Elendionneabout a year ago in Fiction
"The Light Beneath the Rain"
It was one of those Thursdays that just didn't quite feel like itself from the start. The kind where the sky stayed the color of wet concrete, and the world just sort of limped along as if it had something heavy on its mind.
By Amzad Rahidabout a year ago in Fiction