Love
Fig's 33rd Birthday Party
Before I tell you all about the birthday party, I think I should start filling in the blanks about me and Fig. I'll start by telling you the basics about myself. My name is Danielle Marie Lyons. I was born on March 15th, 1983 in Bartow, Florida. I moved to Tampa in 2003 when I was 20 years old. I got married to Kenan Rosenbaum in 2005 at the age of 22. At the age of 24, in 2007 we had a son, named Seth. Kenan and I divorced in 2011, and agreed that I would keep custody of Seth so long as I didn't request child support. I didn't want to fight about money because the year before our divorce my father had passed away and left me a trust fund to live off for the rest of my life. I guess my father knew that my little waitressing jobs were not going to be enough to raise my son with. I don't get much every month, but at least I have a stable income.
By Shanon Angermeyer Norman2 years ago in Fiction
Grace Finds Love . AI-Generated.
In a small town nestled in the hills, Grace, a devoted Christian, spent her days volunteering at the local church and helping those in need. One Sunday, a new face appeared in the congregation—Daniel, a kind-hearted man who had recently moved to the area. They exchanged smiles during the service, and Grace felt a spark she hadn't felt in a long time.
By Tiphany Jordan2 years ago in Fiction
His body
I watched him. I watched him take off his glasses and his watch. I watched him unbutton his shirt from the bottom up like he does every day. I watched him drop his shirt to the ground and look at me wide eyed and pick his shirt up off the floor and place it in the hamper next to the dresser. I watched him unbuckle his belt and unbutton his pants and pull them down. I watched him step out of his pants and lean down to pick them up and put them in the hamper. I watched him walk into the bathroom and turn on the shower and get into the shower.
By Jasmine McClain2 years ago in Fiction
Lover and his love
There was a person who's name was lover. He was madly in love with a girl named love. Everything between the lover and love was going great until one day when they decided to take a shortcut to their path and pass through a dangerous bushy forest.
By Neelanchal Dhanuka2 years ago in Fiction
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I remember when I was a little kid and I used to get a sip of Coke from my grandpa. This is how he became known as Pop. He didn’t let my parents see because they were strict about no caffeinated drinks for little kids. They were lame about it, honestly. He’d always give me the first sip of his Coke pop. Boy, did I feel special! I felt like a king. In that moment, every time, I was a king. I’d look up at his white whiskers, smiling like the Cheshire Cat from Alice in Wonderland. It was our little secret.
By Rowan Finley 2 years ago in Fiction
The Poison type
Latios sat at the kitchen table, the old wood creaking beneath his elbows as he leaned forward, staring at the remnants of dinner. The house was quiet except for the muffled sound of the television in the living room where his mother, Nidoqueen, sat absorbed in her nightly routine. Lately, that routine had become a ritual—hours spent poring over Jehovah’s Witness literature, watching sermons, and taking notes in her well-worn Bible. It was as if the woman who had raised him, the strong, independent mother he once knew, had slowly slipped away, replaced by someone he barely recognized.
By The Kind Quill2 years ago in Fiction
The Lady in White Heels. AI-Generated.
I first saw her on a Thursday. The city was alive, humming with its usual chaos—people rushing, taxis honking, the distant echo of construction. But amidst all that noise, she appeared, cutting through the crowd like a whisper. It wasn’t her clothes that caught my eye, though she wore them with effortless elegance, nor was it her smooth, graceful stride. It was her shoes.
By Edidiong Abasiattai2 years ago in Fiction
Burning for You
Even the very thought of this man had me in a smiling frenzy. The way his gorgeous emerald-green eyes crinkled as he would smile. Those luscious golden-brown curls that would always somehow manage to take shape, even in the windiest of days. He was my person, and I love to think that I was his as well. Although... It wasn't always like this. The day I first met Helm, I swore to God that I'd hate him forever. He drove me absolutely bananas just by doing something as simple as breathing too much. To this day, I still haven't a single clue as to why he'd drive me up the walls. Just that I couldn't even as much as glance as the man without feeling furious with him for whatever reason. He'd do as little as yawn while looking in my direction, and I'd have steam blowing out of my ears. Nowadays, he and I tend to laugh about it... cracking up jokes as we both would mock how much his tiny antics drove me crazy. Now, he'll tell me constantly how he used to do whatever he could to get my attention... an attempt that typically ended in failure due to my complete and utter annoyance with anything he'd do. Even today, he still tells me that he's just going to use those little stories to help motivate our child to never give up on what he wants in life.
By 'Lissa Stufflestreet2 years ago in Fiction
Fate.
Dear Diary: Today, I fell. Hard. Unexpectedly. Never would I have thought that I'd ever think that today would've gone the way it had when I woke up this morning. From the breakfast reservation to the spa appointment I've had scheduled, I had everything all planned out. This wasn't supposed to happen. I swear, diary. Honest. This was not supposed to happen.
By 'Lissa Stufflestreet2 years ago in Fiction
