Love

Half Night Friendship
Half Night Friendship The night had a strange way of connecting lost souls. It was that quiet, in-between time when the world felt asleep, yet some hearts still wandered, seeking something unknown.
By Himansu Kumar Routray2 years ago in Fiction
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Slurping the last trace of lentil curry, he hastily placed the plate in the kitchen sink, enunciating, "I am done mom, the food was good!!"
By KSR2 years ago in Fiction
The Man Who Painted Dreams
Elias Thorn had always been a dreamer, but his dreams had never paid the bills. His tiny studio apartment was cluttered with canvases—vivid landscapes, surreal portraits, and abstract swirls of color—all unsold. He was on the verge of giving up when he woke up one morning to find his latest painting glowing faintly in the dim light.
By Pranshu verma2 years ago in Fiction
Cy Eliott
Cindy was the most beautiful woman in town. If you asked Mike Eliott, she was the most beautiful woman in the world. The day that they were married was the most magical in all human history. Imagin riding off into the sunset on a carriage drawn by 7 white horses, honeymooning on a tropical island, and sleeping on a beach.
By David E. Perry2 years ago in Fiction
The Moonlit Garden
The night was alive with whispers. The kind of whispers that only the wind could carry, secrets shared between the stars and the earth. The air was warm, heavy with the scent of jasmine and the promise of something more. You could feel it, couldn’t you? That electric hum in the air, the kind that makes your skin prickle and your heart race just a little faster. It was the kind of night where the world seemed to hold its breath, waiting for something—or someone—to break the spell.
By mobeen islam2 years ago in Fiction
Math Against Me: The Weight of a Test
I hold in my hands the sheet printed by the teacher, which had passed through my hands temporarily about two weeks ago. Filled with blue and red pen marks, so many red lines, it corresponds to my Math test, which I had been impatiently waiting for. I remember my studying: I would wake up early to study, the tutoring sessions offered me new exercises to solve, and even though I was not motivated, I did them seriously.
By Tiago Dunecel 🧑‍💻2 years ago in Fiction
The Timeless Appeal of Pirate Stories: Why Pirates of the Caribbean Still Captivates Audiences. AI-Generated.
Privateers have consistently held an exceptional spot in the aggregate creative mind. From the high oceans to covered treasure, privateers as trying explorers, talented pilots, and insubordinate mavericks has long enraptured narrators. However, what is it about privateer stories that keep on drawing in crowds, even in a cutting edge world so distant from the brilliant time of robbery?
By Shaikh Md Niloy Ahmmed Reyad2 years ago in Fiction
"The Last Letter"
The envelope was yellowed with age, its edges frayed as if it had been opened and closed a thousand times. Clara found it tucked beneath the floorboard of her grandmother’s attic, where the scent of dust and memories lingered. The handwriting on the front was delicate, almost hesitant, as if the writer had paused between each word to steady their trembling hand.
By T.A. Lone2 years ago in Fiction
On Lonely Shores
Graham sat alone in his armchair staring at the unlit television. It was an old CRT television set; he felt he hadn't needed anything else in the long years he had lived here. He was surrounded by curios of a house well lived-in: framed photos, books with bent spines, and clashing wallpaper and decor. It used to be only him and his parents that lived there. Now that Graham was beginning to show some gray himself, it was only him, his son Cameron, and his younger daughter Moira. His wife, Mairi, had long since been gone, from his youngest's last birthday as far as he could recall. Photos of their memories together littered the walls between and betwixt the others, only highlighting her absence all the more.
By Ian Read2 years ago in Fiction
Tinderella's Awakening
I braced myself for the incoming door slam, but I still flinched, gripping the couch cushion tightly. Every. Time. Vivian dropped her coat and purse in the entryway, kicking off her shoes.
By Shelby Larsen2 years ago in Fiction
Supernatural Dreams. Content Warning.
Leona, Eli’s ex-wife, on the other side, was going crazy. He wasn’t answering the phone. Where the hell was he? Not that she cared all that much, but she had to speak to him.
By Ina Zeneli2 years ago in Fiction
Swipe Right
The Nereid live in the underwater city of Coralmer, located below the Pacific Ocean just off the Californian coastline. A bustling community full of varied sea people, Coralmer is one of the richest, underwater megalopolises. This beautiful town is full of coral reef houses and a mother-of-pearl castle for the royal family.
By Mother Combs2 years ago in Fiction