Love
Salt & Pepper
I have always loved the place: It has great music, cold beer, and plenty of space to sit and relax without being disturbed by others. The only issue I had was that there were a lot of youngsters coming on Saturday night - which was my favourite of all nights - as that was the day when live music was performed. It always made me feel like a Grandpa tasked to take care of his grandkids on a night out.
By Alex Torres2 years ago in Fiction
Beneath the Neon Sky
The city of Neo-Noctis never slept. Its skyline was a jagged silhouette of towering megastructures, bathed in the glow of neon signs and holographic advertisements. The air buzzed with the hum of drones, and the streets were alive with the chatter of augmented humans and androids. But for Kael, the city was a canvas.
By Mirhadi Tahsin2 years ago in Fiction
Guardians and Angels | Chapter Two (Part 8)
His father was standing in his bedroom doorway longer than we realized. He took in everything we were doing with his cold calculating coyote-like eyes; gathering all the details. He knew exactly what he saw. He saw the thunderbolts sparking between us, he smelled our magnetic fields entwining, he heard our heartbeats beating... as one.
By Christopher Dubbs2 years ago in Fiction
The Almost Goodbye
Elliot woke up to the sound of morning traffic, the distant hum of cars and the occasional honk filling the air. He stretched and sat up, rubbing his eyes as he prepared to start the day. But something was off. The bed beneath him didn’t feel familiar. The air smelled different. And when he turned his head, he wasn’t in his apartment.
By Ilsa Sophia2 years ago in Fiction
Guardians and Angels | Chapter Two (Part 7)
Vanilla, and watermelon, that’s his scent… vanilla soap & watermelon bubblegum (and something else… something all his own) With my eyes still closed, his essence floated before me, his energy sparking against mine, an electric field buzzing and cackling against the razor-wire defenses I wrapped around myself so no one could notice me… but he noticed me. He noticed my armor wasn’t dull chainmail. No, my armor was iridescent fish scales protecting a fire opal heart glistening within me, silver and pink and blue swirls.
By Christopher Dubbs2 years ago in Fiction
Whispers in the Dark
The night was heavy with the silence of forgotten dreams. In the small, sleepy town of Ashbrook, the streets were empty, save for the occasional rustling of leaves that danced along the pavement. The full moon cast its pale glow over the town, bathing the streets in a soft, silvery light. But within the walls of the old St. Mary’s mansion, something far darker stirred.
By Afia Sikder2 years ago in Fiction
The Tale of the Enchanted Nights
The Tale of the Enchanted Nights The desert wind carried whispers of a tale long forgotten, a story of love, resilience, and the art of survival. Beneath the moonlit sky, the golden domes of the Sultan’s palace gleamed, standing as a silent witness to the fate of countless women before her. Yet, Scheherazade was not like the others. She was different, and she knew it.
By Afia Sikder2 years ago in Fiction
