Love

Grass
To lie on green grass with someone you are close to, between the trees and the river.Feel the breeze, and the sunshine, enjoy the bees and butterflies flitting between buttercups, sunflowers, asters and daisies.The smell of newmown grass.Listen to the water flowing in the river, maybe you could dip your feet in there, and see the fish swimming, without a care.As we lay on the grass we hear birdsong and see swifts and swallows above us and they sing to the world, flying free.Our cares are forgotten as we recuperate and relax and become one with nature and appreciate it's beauty.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 2 years ago in Fiction
The Revolt in Ashdale. Top Story - October 2024.
The river ran backward on the day the Queen vanished. Word had quickly spread through the entire village. Anna had experienced it herself. As usual, she had been down by the riverside washing the household laundry. It was hard work, especially in the cool autumn air. Anna was the youngest maid, sent out to earn her own bread and to learn.
By Henrik Hageland2 years ago in Fiction
Wolves living amongst us
The moon hung low over the Sicilian hills, casting long shadows across the rugged landscape. Beneath its cold light, the sprawling estate of the Moretti family stood like a fortress, its high walls a reminder of the power and fear the family commanded. Inside, Sofia Moretti sat by the window of her room, staring out into the night, her mind a storm of emotions she couldn’t control. She had never felt more trapped.
By Aliyu Ann2 years ago in Fiction
"The Edge of Desire: Between the Waves of Love and Madness"
In the heart of Pretoria, South Africa, a city known for its vibrant jacaranda trees and the blend of political history and modern transformation, lived two people whose lives would be forever intertwined by the power of genius, love, and obsession. This is the story of Nina and Eli—both brilliant in their own right, both consumed by the passions that would either elevate them or destroy everything they held dear.
By msb ensemble2 years ago in Fiction
The Light at the End of the Road
Aisha found herself on the abandoned road that headed far into the forest on a chilly, foggy evening. This path was always mentioned by the people in whispers; some labeled it cursed, while others claimed it led nowhere.
By MD. RAFIQUL ISLAM MURAD 2 years ago in Fiction
Every Bird That Sings Is Born To Fly
To drive on an open road, with the wind blowing through my hair and the sun shining, with a friend who loves the scenery and the same things as me.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 2 years ago in Fiction
Dear George. Top Story - October 2024.
Dear George, Crooks is helpin' me write this. 'Cause you kno' I ain't good with words. I been thinkin' a lot. I wanna say sorry I make things hard for you. I kno' I ain't too smart. You always gotta look out for me. Sometimes, I think you'd be better off without me causin' trouble.
By Paul Stewart2 years ago in Fiction
The Day I Realized My Feelings Were Lying to Me
It was a blustery Wednesday evening, and I sat opposite my specialist, Emily, gazing at the outlined degrees on her wall as opposed to looking at her without flinching. I had been arriving at these meetings for quite a long time, yet today felt unique. There was an inquiry consuming in my chest that I couldn't exactly express.
By Hashimoto Tashis2 years ago in Fiction
Wings for Gia
Gia's raw earth body is seared by scorching heat. Her bare shoulders rise in the swelter, like the peaks of mountains across desert. Particles of sand glimmer across her being, seeking refuge from the furnace beneath her feet.
By Susan L. Marshall2 years ago in Fiction
“Brother Treachery” story told by ancestors
There was one family living in Breezers village, father, mother and two sons. Fathers name was Cyrus, now Cyrus was a hard laborer, whose main duties were harvesting and planting trees and vegetables. He worked for local farmers, who provided him with job opportunities and food supplies.
By AL. K.2 years ago in Fiction
Unbounded Fondness
The grand hall was awash in a sea of white and gold, the kind of opulence that made Florence's chest swell with a mixture of pride and nervousness. Guests whispered and clinked glasses as they awaited the arrival of the bride. The air was thick with floral perfume and the hum of a string quartet playing a gentle melody. Florence stood alone at the threshold of the aisle, her fingers clutching the delicate lace of her gown. She peered through the heavy wooden doors that led to the ceremony, trying to steady her racing heart.
By The Vogue Author2 years ago in Fiction
Eternal Promises.
### **A Love That Never Fades** In a small, sleepy town nestled among rolling hills, the air was always crisp, and time seemed to move just a little slower. The townspeople believed that love, once found, bloomed eternally, much like the wildflowers that danced along the meadows. Among the people who had lived there all their lives were Eleanor and James, a couple whose love story had been whispered about for years, not just because it was remarkable, but because it endured against all odds.
By Cruz🥰 Milley❤️🥀🦋2 years ago in Fiction