Love

The Burden of Innocence
The hot, humid air of Warri pressed down on Oghenebrume like a suffocating blanket as she paced back and forth in her small, dimly lit apartment. The events of the previous night played over and over in her mind, a relentless torment that refused to subside.
By Emmanuel Ojenike2 years ago in Fiction
Shadows of Love
In the quiet town of Rivermist, where secrets linger in every shadow, a mysterious aura enveloped the old mansion at the edge of the forest. No one had lived there for years until one day, the grand gates creaked open, and a new resident arrived—a young woman named Maya.
By Akash Deep2 years ago in Fiction
Fate's Gentle Touch
The bustling city streets were alive with the constant hum of traffic and the chatter of passersby, but Ogheneovie hardly noticed. Her gaze was fixed straight ahead, her eyes downcast as she navigated the crowded sidewalk, lost in her own thoughts.
By Emmanuel Ojenike2 years ago in Fiction
Red Widow. Content Warning.
Red Widow used to be just a regular woman. She had hopes and dreams that involved her husband with a house and a white picket fence. They would have a family together. But then, her dreams were shattered the day there was a gas leak on their block.
By Adora Hooper2 years ago in Fiction
The Last Breath
January 1350 On a bitterly cold night, Alex is lying curled up in his mother's lap in a dimly lit room. They do not have enough warm clothes to protect themselves from the severe January cold. The rest of the family members have disappeared one by one. Alex and his mother, Greta, could not even mourn their untimely deaths. Now Alex is also in his last days, an invisible knot in his small tender heart is shortening his life further. His life is shrinking with every passing moment. This knot, like an invisible "little devil" of his existence, is secretly swallowing his every happiness and sweet smile. The beat of his tender heart is slow and weak, and his golden dreams are disappearing in the dark shadow of a "black death" visible in the future. His mother is just looking at him with her tired and weak eyes as if she is trying to store all the memories of her innocent son in her heart so that after his existence ends, she can make those memories her support to live. She touches Alex's forehead lovingly. The touch of her cold, trembling hands feels like holding the rudder of a small boat stuck in huge waves of a tsunami, struggling with their terrible roar. Greta's silence and pain-filled eyes are telling her story. Alex's condition is becoming pitiable. Dark blue and black blisters have spread on his skin, his body is shivering badly due to cold and fever, and he is still lying in his mother's lap. He tried to say something by gathering all his strength. "Mom, I am going to grandfather. He promised to tell me the unfinished story of the 'magical dragon' he told me. When I go to him, he will reveal the secrets of the red gem hidden inside the dragon. "I, too, am leaving an unfinished story. My dear mother, not everyone can complete the last line of the last page of the last chapter of their life. Life is like a drop emerging from the dark pit of the ocean, which for a moment gets wrapped in the incomparable light of the sun and then again merges into the same dark pit. God slows down the speed of time for us, but our existence is like that drop emerging from the dark pit, which, after a momentary glow, leaves an incomplete story and again gets lost in the darkness. Dear mother, do not be sad because I have no complaint against you. I have received your full love even in this small incomplete phase of life. His voice was getting slower after every word. Finally, he became completely silent. Now his trembling body had become completely calm, the heat of his body burning like steam rising from boiling water had now turned into cold. An amazing peace and stability spread on his innocent face. His mother, Greta, did not react to his death, because she had already gone through this process. Even in the extreme cold, her body, wrapped only in rags, had become calm and cold. Both took their last breath together, and that moment ended this chapter of life by encompassing their existence. Now they merged into the deep ocean of infinite peace.
By Karan w. 2 years ago in Fiction
Secret of love. Content Warning.
Here’s a story inspired by the secret of love: The Secret of Love In a small, tucked-away village nestled between the mountains and a silver lake, lived a young woman named Elara. She was known for her kindness and gentle spirit, but what set her apart most was her belief in a secret—a secret that had been whispered to her by her grandmother, passed down through generations. It was the secret of love.
By Naomi Okocha2 years ago in Fiction
Doctor Dream
Hello. Some know me as Dr. Seth Rhys, archaeologist. I thought that’s all I would ever be. It was all I had hoped for. I was doing what I love, working with the love of my life, and spending every day with friends. That was, until two years ago when it came to me. The best and worst thing to happen to my life: The Amulet.
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Fiction
Dottie
It all happened on Christmas of 1992 when Dottie saw a beautiful sparkling green package with a large pink bow. When she opened it, she saw a nurses kit with bandages, tape, a thermometer, and a stethoscope. She would pretend she was a nurse. All her dolls and stuffed animals would have bandages. Some on their head, arms, or legs. That’s when Dottie got her nurse superpowers.
By Donna Nelson2 years ago in Fiction
The Future's Pages: Unraveling Tomorrow
It was one of those rare mornings where the world seemed to hum with possibility. The air was crisp, the kind that awakens your senses and makes every breath feel like a promise of something new. I sipped my coffee, staring out of the window, lost in thought, when my phone buzzed. A message from an old friend I hadn’t heard from in years: "Are you free today? I have something I need to show you."
By RK2 years ago in Fiction
Humpy Dumpy And His Amazing Jumpy Shoes
Hi, my name is Humphrey, but you can call me Humpy Dumpy. I am 4, and I am a hero, a SUPER hero! I got that name yesterday, (actually a month ago - 4-year-olds remember in dog years, but backwards), anyway, that's when I saved all the kids in my class from a terrible disaster.
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden2 years ago in Fiction
New Valor, Old Fear
Jason Veldt’s question floated on the night air, laced with pain: “Did you ever think you’d be in love with a playboy philanthropist?” He embodied a dual existence—by day, a billionaire tech mogul renowned for his philanthropy; by night, Valiant, the golden-armored protector of New Valor. Despite his wealth, which helped craft a gravity-defying nanotech suit, it failed to shield him from falling in love.
By Ben Soto2 years ago in Fiction
Rainbow Village: A Tale of Unity
In the heart of the Rainbow Village, a kaleidoscope of colors danced across the sky, signaling the start of a very special celebration. Luna Sparkles, with her bright pink hair bouncing with each step, skipped down the winding streets, excitement radiating from her big brown eyes. "Today's the day, Jaxson!" she exclaimed, rushing toward her best friend, who was strumming a lively tune on his guitar.
By Maya2 years ago in Fiction