Love
Will We Be Together?
It was a bright sunny day when I first noticed her—a girl in a white hijab laughing freely with her friends. Her face was like a magnet; I couldn’t stop thinking about her every morning before school. My gloomy days suddenly felt lighter just because she existed. But all of that changed when someone who hated me spread a nasty rumor.
By Tsuya Zxeir2 years ago in Fiction
The Stranger In The Park
The Stranger in the Park Mara sat on her usual bench in the park, a cup of coffee in hand and her journal on her lap. The trees around her whispered in the cool breeze, their leaves golden and brown, scattered across the ground like a forgotten masterpiece. She came here often, finding solace in the quiet, until that day when he appeared. He wasn’t remarkable at first glance. A man in his late twenties, perhaps, with an old leather jacket and a backpack slung over one shoulder. His hair was tousled as if he’d been running his hands through it all morning, and his dark eyes carried a weight she couldn’t quite place. He paused near the fountain, gazing into the water as though searching for answers. Mara hadn’t meant to stare, but there was something about him that held her attention. He seemed lost—not in the physical sense, but in the way someone can be adrift in their own life. Before she realized it, he turned and caught her watching. Their eyes met for the briefest moment, and he smiled—an almost imperceptible upturn of his lips, as though he wasn’t sure how to express joy anymore. Embarrassed, Mara looked away, focusing on her journal, but her heart raced. She felt silly for reacting so strongly to a stranger, but something about him stirred a longing she couldn’t ignore. The next day, he was there again. This time, he sat on the bench across from her, his attention fixed on a sketchpad. Mara watched as his pencil danced across the page, creating shapes and lines with an ease that fascinated her. She didn’t know what came over her, but after nearly an hour of debating with herself, she stood and approached him. “Excuse me,” she said softly. “I couldn’t help but notice you’re drawing. Are you an artist?” He looked up, startled, but his expression softened when he saw her. “I wouldn’t call myself that,” he replied, his voice low and warm. “It’s just a hobby.” Mara smiled, gesturing to the empty spot on the bench. “Mind if I sit?” He nodded, and for the next hour, they talked. His name was Caleb, and he was passing through town, searching for inspiration. He told her about his love for travel and the way he tried to capture the world through his sketches. She told him about her own writing, the stories she dreamed of finishing but never did. Over the next week, they met in the park every day. It became their unspoken ritual, their conversations flowing effortlessly as if they’d known each other for years. Caleb showed her his sketches—landscapes, portraits, and even a quick drawing of her he’d done from memory. Mara read him snippets of her writing, and he listened with an intensity that made her feel seen in a way she never had before. But even as their connection deepened, Mara knew their time was fleeting. Caleb was a wanderer, and she was rooted in this small town. Still, she couldn’t stop herself from falling for him—the stranger who had become so much more. On their last day together, Caleb took her to the fountain where they’d first seen each other. He held out a small piece of paper, folded carefully. “This is for you,” he said. Mara unfolded it to find a sketch of her sitting on the park bench, lost in thought. Below it, he’d written: Thank you for reminding me what it feels like to belong, even if only for a moment. Tears filled her eyes. “Caleb, I…” She trailed off, unsure of what to say. He stepped closer, brushing a strand of hair from her face. “I wish I could stay,” he whispered. “But you’ve given me more than I could’ve ever asked for. You’ve given me hope.” They kissed—a bittersweet moment filled with the weight of goodbye. The next morning, Caleb was gone, leaving behind only his sketches and the memories they’d shared. Mara returned to the park, sitting on the bench where they’d first met. Her heart ached, but it wasn’t an empty ache. It was full of the love she’d found, even if it was fleeting. Caleb had been a stranger once, but he’d shown her that some connections are meant to change you, even if they don’t last. And in her journal, beneath the date, she wrote: Sometimes, the greatest love stories aren’t about forever. Sometimes, they’re about the moments that teach us to love at all.
By Aniece Vernon2 years ago in Fiction
The Frequency of Forgetting: A Mind-Bending Science Fiction Story About Memory Loss, Quantum Consciousness, and Human Connection
"When Memories Sing" My daughter forgot me on a Tuesday morning. I was making her favorite breakfast—blueberry pancakes shaped like hearts—when Maya looked up from her plate and asked, with perfect politeness, "Who are you?"
By Ian Mark Ganut2 years ago in Fiction
A Love Beyond Words
In the vibrant town of Sonargaon, known for its ancient heritage and serene rivers, lived Alisha, a young woman whose beauty was as captivating as the morning sun reflecting off a calm lake. But Alisha's allure was not confined to her physical appearance alone. Her kindness, intelligence, and infectious laughter made her the heart of the community.
By Mirhadi Tahsin2 years ago in Fiction
The Diary of Dreams
Emma was the only person in the empty library, sitting in the corner reading a book. She was a fair-looking, shy, quiet, but curious girl. After school, she went to the town library. It was her favorite place, full of knowledge and stories from all over the world. Her favorite reads were romantic novels and stories.
By Rajib Patra2 years ago in Fiction
A Prank Love Story
Sam sat in his usual spot at the back of the classroom; his eyes were quietly following Mia. She was chatting with her friends. She was laughing. Her voice was clear. She looked happy and full of energy. Her long Black hair glowed under the sunlight, making her look more beautiful, and her presence seemed to light up the whole room.
By Rajib Patra2 years ago in Fiction
What Happens When We Forget Humanity?
Humanity: The Light of Our Hearts 🌟 Humanity is the purest reflection of love and kindness in this world. It’s the ability to care for one another, to lift others when they fall, and to see the beauty in differences. Humanity isn’t just about being human—it’s about being humane. It’s the gentle hug to someone in pain, the helping hand to a stranger, and the silent prayer for someone you’ve never met.
By Tulsiverse2 years ago in Fiction
