Love
Rekindling
Inspiration: a fallen gods finds his mortal lover again. Ruins. Fallen gods. Bloodshed. Heavens have been unholy stained with thirsty red; the ground littered with shining eyes and glowing wings. Whispers of stories, as ancient as the trees hugging the bodies; of tapestries waiting for years to finally shine, all dim and withering away with the deities that failed their mortals. These gods promised the earth of their protection, control and order, carried out facades of goodwill and bestowed bewitching double-edged blessings. All for what, exactly? No one knows.
By Sapphire D.B Boa2 years ago in Fiction
Getting the bird
Oh Jeff ... I love you too ... but ... The birds have got to go. I mean, seriously? The partridge in the pear tree, that was sweet. You remembered how I talked about Christmas when I was a kid, and that song, and all those memories. And really, I’ve no idea how you even managed to find a live partridge – you don’t get them in pet shops, right? – and persuaded it to stay perched in a rinky-dink little pear tree while you brought it round.
By Andy Potts2 years ago in Fiction
Like Letters Written in the Sand
Anna-leis felt as if she were living a dream. They were now married, and something beautiful had resulted from something tragic. They had stopped running in opposite directions, and had run into each other’s arms. In Clarence’s arms, Anna-leis had found more than happiness. She had found joy, true joy. Despite losing her legs, her life was far from over. There were still moments of grief for Anna-leis, she missed her career, and although the phantom pains, burning, stinging pains were not as frequent as they had been, they still came at times.
By Michelle Renee Kidwell2 years ago in Fiction
Chronicles from the Heart of The Metropolis: Butterfly District
As the clock chimed noon, a breathtaking spectacle unfolded: butterflies, not merely in the millions or billions, but in a number so vast it defied comprehension. Those on the street were overwhelmed, their minds grappling with the impossibility of counting such a crowd. When I say everyone, I mean every single person - no calamity, no raging fire, nor any act of violence could ever summon forth such a crowd from their cars, homes, subways, cafes, hotels, shops, banks, hospitals, schools, government buildings, and offices. It was a moment unlike any other, where an inexplicable, joyous urge compelled each individual to step into the light of day, to embrace the wonder of existence. The air buzzed with excitement as if the very essence of life had conspired to draw them all together in a celebration of beauty and freedom.
By Safia Adil2 years ago in Fiction
Prologue
As I stepped into the ballroom, cheers interrupted as the “well know hero, Adolfo” walked in. Ugh. As people moved to go closer with Adolfo. Perfect timing. I escaped the grasp of Kai, my escort guard. Yes! I ran up to the nearest balcony, then I jumped right off it like crazy. Ehh? I did not know that the first crown prince would be here. Arche was the first crown prince, Anatoly was the second, Adolfo was the third and Altair was the fourth. As I landed, I realised I landed on TOP OF THE FIRST CROWN PRINCE! I quickly stood up and bowed my head and apologised as quick as I could. Then I zoomed off. I had to get away from the party as soon as possible. I needed to get there on time. “Rosaria wait for me”, yelled Anatoly. Oh great I thought now double trouble. Now landing on the first crown prince freak now the second crown prince freak trying to catch up with me.
By Lazy_Demon_Queen2 years ago in Fiction
Snowy Night
Snowy Night D. A. Ratliff I stood on the street corner, enjoying the falling snow and how it muffled the sounds of the city. I checked the time. It was eight pm, which gave me time to grab dinner before Uber arrived at nine to take me to LaGuardia. The red eye to Los Angeles took off at eleven-twenty, and I’d better be on it, or I’d be in trouble. My mother had commanded me to come home for the holidays. It had been five years since I had gone, so I guess it’s time.
By D. A. Ratliff2 years ago in Fiction
It Ends With Us. AI-Generated.
It Ends with Us Audiobook by Colleen Hoover Colleen Hoover’s It Ends with Us is an emotional rollercoaster, and listening to its audiobook brings a unique layer of intimacy to the already powerful narrative. The audiobook format not only amplifies the raw emotions of the story but also immerses the listener in a way that feels deeply personal. Narrated by Olivia Song, the audiobook captures the nuances of Hoover’s writing, making it a memorable experience for those who prefer their stories brought to life through sound.
By Dhanaraj Brahma2 years ago in Fiction
