Love

Beneath the Velvet Sky
The Disregarded Town Unaffected by the frantic pace of modern life, the little town of Elmsworth was nestled in the midst of rolling hills. A place where time moved slower, where lanterns flickered at night, casting golden halos on cobblestone streets. Because they were familiar with the legend—the tale of the girl who danced beneath the velvet sky—the residents of the town spoke softly at night. The Unknown Dancer A silhouette could be seen twirling in the meadows outside of town on certain nights, when the moon was low and the wind blew through the trees. The girl's movements, dressed in a flowing gown, were as graceful as a leaf blowing in the wind. Some claimed she was a ghost, a spirit trapped in an eternal waltz. Others believed she was a lost soul, searching for something—or someone.
By Afia Sikder2 years ago in Fiction
St Patricks Day 2025
St Patricks Day 2025 St. Patrick’s Day celebrated every year on March 17 is one of the most significant cultural and festive events worldwide particularly for those with Irish heritage. The day honors St. Patrick the patron saint of Ireland who is credited with spreading Christianity throughout the country. Originally a religious observance St. Patrick’s Day has evolved into a grand celebration of Irish culture traditions and national pride. Today it is observed with immense enthusiasm not just in Ireland but across the world especially in countries with large Irish communities like the United States the United Kingdom Canada and Australia. The day is marked by parades live music traditional Irish food and joyous festivities that bring people together in a shared appreciation of Ireland’s rich heritage.
By Adnan Rasheed2 years ago in Fiction
A Question in the Dark: The Prisoner's Truth
A towering inmate, built like a wrestler, stood surrounded by his hardened companions. His deep, rumbling voice broke the uneasy silence— "What’s your crime?" Akshay fell silent, lost in thought. After a moment, he composed himself and said, "Does it even matter? No matter what, I’m still just another prisoner." The inmate let out a loud, mocking laugh. "Ah, I see. This is your first time here, isn’t it?" Then, leaning in slightly, he smirked. "But maybe you don’t know… even prisoners have a hierarchy here." "Some are small-time crooks, some are vicious… and some are monsters." He crossed his arms. "So, tell me… which category do you belong to?" Akshay gave a sad smile, one that carried more pain than amusement. "If that’s how it works here… I’d like to know too—what kind of sinner I am." He stepped closer to the inmate, his posture relaxed but his voice unwavering. "Let’s do one thing. I’ll tell you my story. You decide where I belong." The inmate raised an eyebrow, intrigued. A moment of silence passed before he chuckled. "Interesting… You’ve got two minutes. Make it worth my time. And remember…" He narrowed his eyes. "I have a short temper." --- "Three Months Ago..." "I had just started a new job in this city." Everything felt fresh—new places, new people. It was exciting. But what made the city special for me… was her. Our apartments were close. For weeks, I tried to start a conversation, but I never found the courage. Then one night, I heard loud crashing noises from her apartment. Concerned—and maybe looking for an excuse to talk to her—I rang her doorbell. She opened the door just a little. Her face looked tense, exhausted. "I live next door," I said, trying to sound casual. "I heard noises… just wanted to check if everything’s okay?" She hesitated, then forced a small smile. "Everything’s fine. Don’t worry." And with that, she shut the door. I stood there for a moment, wondering if I was overthinking. Then, shaking my head, I walked back to my apartment. The next morning, my doorbell rang. She was standing there. "I’m sorry about last night," she said softly. "I was just… dealing with something. I didn’t even thank you for checking in." I smiled. "It’s fine. Just wanted to make sure you were okay." She looked at me, a strange warmth in her eyes. "People like you are rare these days." That moment, I felt something shift. From that day on, we started talking more. Weeks passed, and we grew closer. I was happy. Then, one night, I heard those same crashing noises again. At first, I ignored them. But something felt off. I went to her apartment and rang the doorbell. This time, she opened the door fully. And what I saw inside… A man lay on the floor, blood trickling from his head. He was barely conscious. She was trembling. "I-I didn’t mean to… It was an accident," she whispered, tears streaming down her face. I was frozen. My mind was racing. "Stay here!" she said. "I’ll get help. I called an ambulance." And she ran out. I locked the door behind her and waited. Five minutes… ten minutes… twenty minutes passed. Then, the doorbell rang. "Ambulance," a voice called out. Relieved, I opened the door— And the next thing I knew, cold metal clicked around my wrists. Handcuffs. I looked around. A crowd had gathered. She was nowhere to be seen. I searched for her in the sea of faces. But she had disappeared. --- A heavy silence settled in the prison cell. Akshay’s voice wavered as he looked at the inmate. "So, tell me… what category do I belong to?" A tear escaped his eye, but he didn’t bother wiping it away. The inmate clenched his jaw, his rough exterior faltering. He let out a slow breath before speaking—his voice quieter this time. "You don’t belong in any category." He looked away for a moment, then back at Akshay. "Your punishment wasn’t the prison sentence." He paused. "It was the moment those handcuffs locked around your wrists." Another pause. "And as for surviving in here…" A small smirk appeared on the inmate’s face. "Welcome to hell, brother. You won’t find a better place than this."
By Ritvik2 years ago in Fiction
True Love Isn't About Spark, It's About Growth
All relationships will reach a point where they feel ''boring'' after quite a few years. This is the truth nobody is telling you. The butterflies will calm, the 3 A.M. talking will become commonplace, and the thrill of novelty will wear off. Though love has not disappeared. It just means it's growing. What is the magic of love in the face of the challenges? It's about building a fire.
By Rohitha Lanka2 years ago in Fiction
A Glimpse into Village Life 75 Years Ago
Back then, children in villages had a playful childhood because there were no tutoring classes. This is about that childhood about seventy-five years ago.
By Rohitha Lanka2 years ago in Fiction
A Childhood Remembered
This photo is related to the fishing industry on the southern coast of the world This has been etched in my mind since I can remember. I still remember that beautiful past when I go to that area.
By Rohitha Lanka2 years ago in Fiction
Lilith's Blessing 15
15. Land of Ahkana Surrounded by darkness, Trevor blinked, unsure if his eyes were open. Nothing reflected off his iris’. He felt restricted, but nothingness surrounded him. Anxiety filled his soul as the overwhelming pressure of being lost in a void suffocated him.
By Travis J. H. 2 years ago in Fiction
How Theo Overcame His Fear of Vulnerability in Relationships
Theo had always been the guy who kept his emotions locked away. He was the friend everyone relied on, the coworker who never cracked under pressure, and the guy who never seemed to take anything too personally.
By MIGrowth2 years ago in Fiction
Going to Spread Sunshine 🌸
Salima was no ordinary girl. She had a gift—one that did not require wealth or status, but something far more valuable: kindness. In her small town, where people were often too busy to notice one another, Salima made sure that no one felt invisible. Every morning, as she walked to school, she made it her mission to spread smiles and brighten the day of those she met.
By Ling 2 years ago in Fiction
Red Dust Mistakes
I clutched the blood-dripping green jade hairpin and watched the crimson red condense into a phoenix-tail shape at the head of the hairpin. This is the seventh time I have verified that when the blood of the hairpin soaks through the third fold of the skirt, the sound of horses' hooves will come from the southwest corner.
By anmin2 years ago in Fiction
The Society's Dead Energy Explosion
“Congratulations to the host for unlocking the hidden achievement 'Raising a Hamster in the Principal's Wig'!” I was being chased by security into the men's restroom stall when the system popped up with golden fireworks. The hamster in my arms was gnawing on a shunted wig piece while the principal's exasperated growl came over the radio, “What little bastard hid melons in my Louis XIV wig!”
By anmin2 years ago in Fiction
The Weight of Perfection
The Strain of Being the ''Perfect'' Daughter'' From the moment you could hold a pencil, you were the responsible one. The daughter who never came home with a bad report card, the daughter who never caused a fuss at school.
By Rohitha Lanka2 years ago in Fiction