Love
Heaven's Fall
The ones who had fallen could not have fallen far. Honestly, Dallas knew how far any could fall. The stretch between the Heavenly Gates and the streets of Brooklyn was a treacherous one, and the land he had been forced to call home for the last 7 years even broader. How was he to know Earth was so vast?
By Lizzy Rose2 years ago in Fiction
take me under
From the doorway of the ship’s hospital wing, Serean Wiloh looks perfectly normal to James. James doesn’t know why there had to be a big spectacle about the whole incident, really, when the other boy is clearly doing just fine. He looks rather forlorn and pathetic at the moment, sure—staring out the ship window at the bobbing sea, a blank, unreadable expression on his face—but that’s to be expected from Wiloh.
By angela hepworth2 years ago in Fiction
How does it feel to be loved?
Recently, I stumbled upon a TikTok trend where girls shared slides of their conversations with their loved ones. It began with, “No one could handle your words of affirmation,” and the rest of the images left me teary-eyed, knowing that people out there are loved that much, and some others have a love that is so sincere it defeats.
By Kylie Parsons2 years ago in Fiction
Fierce Tears. Content Warning.
I don't know how, but, mother, you are alive again. I have mourned you for two years. I have wept and cursed at what happened to you. I have raged at the callous systems and careless politicians who created a living hell and then imprisoned you there, where your body curled and withered, a prison within a prison, condemned to a suffocating descent towards a choking death, terrified and alone.
By Addison Alder2 years ago in Fiction
The Morro Angler
Jay grew up in a foggy coastal town with a huge rock at the end of the harbor that he thought resembled an old flaky chocolate Hershey’s kiss. However, in elementary school, he learned that the great Spanish explorer, Juan Rodriquez Cabrillo named it Morro Rock which means crown shaped mountain in Spanish. Later while in high school he recalled a local native American student in his class correcting the teacher about who truly founded it. She emphatically exclaimed to the class,
By Tony Martello2 years ago in Fiction
Unopened letter
The sky was always a brilliant blue. A letter—just sitting there, unopened, on the kitchen countertop. Armino’s collar jingled as he sniffed around the half-heartedly packed cartons, searching for any hint of his absent owners, but the house was quiet. The drooping ferns and wilted Calathea plants—she had forgotten they ever existed. His muddy shoes, caked with the grime of untrodden paths, rested by the door, with several illegally purchased 5-milligram Percocet pills crushed beneath them. The wind chimes hung motionless today. A shattered vase lay neglected on the floor. Their laughter had once inundated this cozy, dimly lit space. The faded sepia-toned Polaroid of their first vacation together was now crumpled and discarded in the trash.
By Sidra Anjum2 years ago in Fiction
The Journey of Indian Soldiers
The Journey of Indian Soldiers: Stories of Valor, Sacrifice, and Patriotism India, a land of diverse cultures and rich heritage, is protected by a formidable force of soldiers who embody valor, sacrifice, and unwavering patriotism. These men and women, hailing from different corners of the country, come together with a singular mission: to safeguard the sovereignty and integrity of their motherland. Their journey is not just a tale of military endeavors but a saga of relentless dedication and undying love for the nation.
By Syed Moizuddin2 years ago in Fiction
