Love

Flames of Shadows. Content Warning.
CHAPTER TWO: THE COFFEE HOUSE AND THE QUIET The music from the party still echoed faintly as Stephen guided Amanda down the stone steps toward the waiting Ferrari. The midnight air wrapped itself around them in crisp quiet, the city dimming behind them as though the universe had paused to observe.
By Stephen Harrison5 months ago in Fiction
HIS FINAL DECISION . Content Warning.
For the longest I’d been friends with a guy who was very romantic first hand.We had met in the pavilion or where things are in a “real setting.” I never caught His name so i would respect the “(secret)”, name i gave him. Little did I know it would all jet fuse to an quick ending. I’d been at it for awhile and fantisized about how much I really loved him. I really dreamt about how much I thought we could be together. He was from the other side of town kind of thing ,And Of course my Daring Heart wanted more of him. My daring heart would secretly try it out.He gave me a sweet Love that would change me forever.At least he was like my lasting forever it felt like. The last thing I wanted was a goodbye moment. I wanted the opposite of a plain goodbye moment. I didn’t want it also to be a done with you again moment. I didn’t want him to leave. I wanted him to vocally speak to me more and more. I wanted him to voice. I wanted him to stay.
By Rachael Frazier5 months ago in Fiction
By Aphrodite's Fire
In her newest challenge, L.C. Schäfer said we can still participate in the previous one, as there had been very few submissions. And since I had never written historical fiction, I gladly took the chance to try something new!
By Sasha Desideri5 months ago in Fiction
Just the Two of Us, My Darling (Forever)
The sun was shining brightly as Azzurra and Tommaso hustled along the pier. Their excitement was boiling over. It was the first time they had been alone, really alone, since their wedding: the first day of their honeymoon.
By Calvin London5 months ago in Fiction
Mystery of the Masked Men. Top Story - April 2026.
You would think that I would be used to loss by now. I was five years old February seventeenth, the day that two masked men, armed with assault rifles, entered the Free Citizens First Credit Union on the corner of First and Crimson. They subdued the guards and zip tied the bank manager to the bronze leg of Wilford Citizens, the bank’s founder, statue in the center of the lobby.
By Amos Glade5 months ago in Fiction
He Ruled the Jungle—Until One Tiny Bird Changed Him Forever
Raghav ruled the jungle like a king—feared, respected, and never questioned. From the highest branches of the tallest trees, he watched over his kingdom with pride. Every movement in the forest seemed to follow his command, and every monkey bowed to his strength. In his mind, strength was the only truth that mattered.
By hamad khan5 months ago in Fiction
He Ruled the Jungle—Until One Tiny Bird Changed Him Forever
Raghav ruled the jungle like a king—feared, respected, and never questioned. From the highest branches of the tallest trees, he watched over his kingdom with pride. Every movement in the forest seemed to follow his command, and every monkey bowed to his strength. In his mind, strength was the only truth that mattered.
By hamad khan5 months ago in Fiction
Delayed. Top Story - April 2026.
Until the very last moment, Ella had hoped that it wouldn’t rain. It started drizzling the second she reached her platform, and it absolutely shouldn’t have surprised her. In fact, if the past week was any indicator of how the day was going to go, she could’ve predicted it with certainty.
By Cristal S.5 months ago in Fiction
Forgive Us
The bank clerk handled the key with a kind of practiced neutrality, like this was just another small transaction in a long day. Metal against metal. A quiet click. The drawer slid open.
By Lori Armstrong5 months ago in Fiction
The Walk
Ethan lingered by the coffee shop window, pretending to scroll through his phone. His eyes flickered every so often to Abby sitting at the farthest table, stirring her latte absentmindedly. They had been best friends for two years since meeting in Chemistry on the first day of college, yet every time he saw her, his pulse fluttered.
By Zyra Nox5 months ago in Fiction
Dear Future Me… I Hope You’re Not Still This Broken
## **Dear Future Me… Please Don’t Be Like This** WRITTEN BY .[MUHAMMAD YOUNAS] Dear Future Me, I don’t know where you are right now, or what your life looks like. I don’t know who stayed, who left, or whether you finally found the peace I keep searching for. But I’m writing this from a place you should never forget—the version of us that is tired, confused, and quietly breaking while pretending everything is fine.
By MUHAMMAD YOUNAS5 months ago in Fiction
Rebirth of the Dead Mother
Sergey sat, grieving the loss of his beautiful wife after their child’s birth. As he held his crying newborn, Polina, their maid, consoled him with a gentle touch on his arm and a warm squeeze. He tried to smile back at her but failed, looking down at the coffin where his adored wife was being laid to rest.
By Alexandra Grant5 months ago in Fiction