Love

WHISPERS OF A FADED HEART
WHISPERS OF A FADED HEART Chapter one First love I was never a believer in love. To me, it was nothing more than a whimsical notion, a figment of our desires that existed solely within the pages of books and the illusion on screens. My innocence was so profound that I once thought kissing in movies was some kind of trick-computer-generated, for surely lips couldn’t meet when the nose stood as an obstacle. Yes, I was that naïve. But my perception was destined to change.
By Rahim Jalloh2 years ago in Fiction
Heartfelt Garden Proposal: A Beautiful Love Story of a Boy Proposing to His Dream Girl
It was one of those warm, gold afternoons when everything and anything else visible seemed all the brighter. The sun hung low in the sky, shedding light that was soft and amber in its hues upon the expanse below. Birds flitted between trees, trilling their melodies, while leaves whispered secrets in the slight breeze. It was as though it was Arjun's day—perhaps it had been carved for love to be on this day.
By Young Dreamer2 years ago in Fiction
The God of the Armies of the U.S.
Long ago, a powerful god of war sat on a throne of glory, ruling over realms of battle and honor. But fate twisted against him, and he was cast down, stripped of his power, and left wandering the void of defeat. His name, once feared, was forgotten, and the god himself abandoned to the silence of time.
By Ekwueme Goodluck2 years ago in Fiction
Please Don't Leave
I peered my head around the corner, barely stepping in the bedroom. Bradley was sitting at his desk. I watched the two monitors light up with a video game I could never understand no matter how hard I tried. There had been so much tension in the house ever since he lost his job. After month six, I learned to stop trying to help. Stop encouraging him. Stop talking about it at all really. The more time went by, the more nervous I was to talk to him about anything. He was so easily set off and I didn’t know how to help. I had spent the day, just like yesterday- per his suggestion, finding things I liked to do alone. He wanted me to learn to be alone so I didn’t need to be around him so much. The problem was, the further he pushed me away, the more I wanted him. I could go week, even months, without attention or affection from him but with every passing day, I yearned for a time when he used to truly love me. I had never felt so lonely while not being alone.
By Grace Elise2 years ago in Fiction
A Love that Endures
Meera sat alone in the living room, staring at the empty chair across from her, the one where her husband, Arjun, used to sit every evening, sipping his tea and sharing stories from his day. The silence in the house was deafening, a constant reminder of his absence. It had been almost a year since the car accident that took his life, but the pain of his loss still felt fresh, like an open wound that refused to heal.
By afana2 years ago in Fiction
The Shadow of the Unknown Traveler
As Maya strolled along the meandering path that led to her town, the sun was sinking behind the hills. The crisp evening air was accompanied by the far-off noises of birds making their way back to their nests. It was a journey she had gone numerous times, but tonight, something felt different.
By MD. RAFIQUL ISLAM MURAD 2 years ago in Fiction
The Garden of Memories
In the rolling hills and oaken wood of Eldergrove, in the hamlet village, was a house with an exceedingly large garden that belonged to Clara and Daniel. The haven started right from its many types of roses, all the way to the lilies right beneath one's sight, and one conterminous oak tree that stood guard over their whole childhood.
By Young Dreamer2 years ago in Fiction
A prescription for love. AI-Generated.
In the heart of a bustling city, where skyscrapers danced with the clouds and life raced by, there was a modest clinic tucked away on a quiet street. It was here that Sophie Parker, a spirited and ambitious twenty-four-year-old, had reluctantly found herself visiting for the third time that month. She was a graphic designer by day, but her nights were spent nursing a persistent cough that seemed to linger like an unwelcome guest.
By Violet Ro2 years ago in Fiction
Melancholy in Montemare
In the lavish heart of 1920s Paris, where jazz leaked from the dark diners and mumbles of overabundance mingled with the scent of expensive wood-based florals, Thomas Laurent was the subject of the murmurs. Thomas was born into old, inherited money. His family’s wealth stretched into the elegance of past centuries. He inherited a grand chateau on the margins of the metropolis, a mansion with towering marble columns and hanging gardens that whispered of former glory, passed down like folktales.
By Emmy Chen2 years ago in Fiction
Bad Luck Absol
Absol always had a reputation. In the small town of Willow Creek, his name was whispered in hushed tones, like a curse. People said he brought bad luck, that wherever he went, misfortune followed. He didn’t believe in such superstitions—at least, not at first.
By The Kind Quill2 years ago in Fiction
Silent Footsteps
The once-grand estate on Willow Lane had been deserted for years, its ivy-covered crumbling exterior. Inside its crumbling walls, locals told of weird happenings: doors creaking open in the middle of the night, shadows moving on their own, and the distinct sound of footsteps reverberating down the deserted halls. But nobody, not even on a dare, ventured inside.
By MD. RAFIQUL ISLAM MURAD 2 years ago in Fiction
From Dream to Empire. AI-Generated.
Certainly! Here’s an expanded version of Chapter 3: "The Breakthrough," focusing on Alex’s first major success, the growth of his business, and the impact of his breakthrough.
By Someone2 years ago in Fiction