Love
Starting Over Part 1. Content Warning.
I sit on my bed and look around my new bedroom. It reminds me of my bedroom back home when I was a teenager. Simple, plain. Just as I am. I lay back, reminiscing about my childhood, until a knock on the door startles me out of my daydreams.
By Samantha J.2 years ago in Fiction
Beasty and the Brave
If you haven't read the other parts, please check them out first: Part 1: Part 2: Part 3: "When times are harsh and hearts grow sore, That is when we must live even more" "When times are harsh and hearts grow sore, That is when we must live even more"
By Maryam Batool2 years ago in Fiction
In a world where Earth is dead and only machines remain, can love still survive? . AI-Generated.
The Silence After The Earth is dead. Cities lie buried under ice, oceans churn in eternal twilight, and the sun looms like a dying ember. Humanity’s legacy? A satellite named I am (Steven Yeun), orbiting as a digital tombstone, and a weather buoy, Me (Kristen Stewart), adrift in a frozen sea. Their voices—bleeps and chirps—are the only sounds in a universe stripped of life. But in this emptiness, a love story begins, one that transcends time, bodies, and the very definition of existence .
By The Last Love2 years ago in Fiction
Nine While Nine. Content Warning.
A Dark Urban Fantasy Serial Novel — ©2024 Prologue - Part One Five Years Before His ward, Isabeau Finne, was different. It was almost as if she could sense him near her, making his job as her Scáthanna a little more problematic than the norm. Perhaps it was her upbringing, coupled with her lineage, which was the cause of this disconnected cognizance — her mother had been an O’Cailleach, one in a long line of Scottish-Celtic witches. This gifted Isabeau with innate talents she was only on the cusp of discovering were much more than she’d ever been made aware of.
By Stasia Morineaux2 years ago in Fiction
The Silent Love: A One-Sided Romance
***The Silent Love: A One-Sided Romance** The sun dipped low over the horizon, casting a golden hue over the sprawling fields of the countryside. The air was filled with the scent of blooming jasmine and the distant hum of cicadas. It was a perfect evening, one that seemed to hold the promise of new beginnings. But for Arjun, it was a bittersweet moment, a reminder of the love he had silently carried in his heart for years—a love that would never be returned.
By Ishan gupta2 years ago in Fiction
A Story in London: The Clockmaker's Daughter
**A Story in London: The Clockmaker's Daughter* In the heart of London, in the year 1785, the city buzzed with life. The cobblestone streets were alive with the clatter of horse-drawn carriages, the cries of street vendors, and the hum of bustling markets. Amidst the chaos, in a small workshop tucked away on a quiet lane, lived a young woman named Eleanor Hart. She was the daughter of a renowned clockmaker, Thomas Hart, whose intricate timepieces were sought after by the gentry and even whispered about in the halls of Buckingham Palace.
By Ishan gupta2 years ago in Fiction
The Starlight Curse
In a world where magic coursed through the veins of the earth, two beings existed on opposite sides of a forbidden divide. Selene, a Moonweaver, could spin silver threads of moonlight to weave dreams and illusions. Eryx, a Starborn, was born of stardust, destined to blaze across the heavens and never linger in one place for too long. The laws of their realms forbade them from meeting, for the Moonweavers drew their power from the stillness of the night, while the Starborn thrived in endless movement and light.
By The Kind Quill2 years ago in Fiction
I Cancelled Valentine’s Day Forever—And What Happened Next Will Make You Question Everything About Love. AI-Generated.
A Night That Wasn’t Silent You sit alone on Valentine’s night, scrolling through a feed of diamond rings, candlelit dinners, and #RelationshipGoals captions. The world feels like it’s holding its breath, waiting for you to admit defeat—to whisper, “I’m lonely.” But what if the quiet isn’t emptiness? What if it’s the sound of your own heartbeat, steady and alive, reminding you that the most important love story you’ll ever write begins with you?
By The Last Love2 years ago in Fiction
Love: The Silent Symphony of the Soul. AI-Generated.
Love: The Silent Symphony of the Soul" Love is not a grand gesture. It isn’t the roses on Valentine’s Day, the fireworks, or the fairy-tale promises whispered under a full moon. Love is quieter than that. It’s the ache in your chest when you watch someone walk away, the warmth of a hand that fits perfectly in yours on a chaotic Monday morning, and the way your heart still races when they say your name after a thousand repetitions.
By The Last Love2 years ago in Fiction
What would you do for love?
Time seemed to be playing a game with us as the professor made the final calibrations. The lab remained silent, except for the slight hum of the servers. The very servers that we poured blood, sweat and tears into making. The very servers that contained the emotion of every lost relationship, every night spent sleepless, hungry and depressed.
By Yusuf Darasi2 years ago in Fiction
