Love
Terminal Goodbye
The boy reclined by the sweeping glass panes, his gaze following the elegant arcs of aircraft slicing through the dusky sky. Outside, the world was a mosaic of motion—luggage trolleys meandering across the tarmac, passengers scurrying to their gates—but within him, time meandered at the pace of a melting sundial.
By Sidra Anjum2 years ago in Fiction
Mrs. V's Garden
The day began just as so many had before. Mrs. V lay face up on a queen bed, arms folded across her stomach, as a cat snored softly between her feet. The sun’s gentle rays danced through the hand-sewn drapes before they landed on her face. The darkness receded and she sat up at a speed that refuted her one hundred and one years of age.
By A. Crossan2 years ago in Fiction
the perfect date
“…What’re you doing?” The first time Amane Fujimiya spoke to Mahiru Shiina was when he caught sight of her sitting on a swing in the park, in the middle of the pouring rain. This was Amane’s first year as a high school student. He’d recently begun living alone in a nearby apartment building. Little did he know when he first moved in that his next-door neighbor was a veritable angel on Earth. Of course, calling her an angel was just a figure of speech, but Mahiru Shiina was such a beautiful, sweet girl that the comparison seemed entirely fitting. Her straight, well-groomed, flaxen hair was always silky smooth and lustrous. The girl’s pale, milky-white skin was always soft, as if it had never been anything less than perfect. From her shapely nose and large eyes rimmed with long eyelashes to her delicate, dewy pink lips, every part of her looked like it had been sculpted by the practiced hand of a true master. Amane went to the same high school as Mahiru and was in the same grade, so he’d heard plenty about her. Mostly, people talked about her beauty or how she was accomplished in both academics and sports. As it happened, Mahiru always got the top score on exams and was a real ace in gym class, too. Amane was in a different class, so he didn’t know all the details, but if the rumors were anything to judge by, Mahiru was some kind of superhuman being. Truly, she seemed without a flaw—attractive in face and figure and an excellent student. Perhaps most surprising was that she wasn’t the least bit Page 1 Goldenagato | mp4directs.com stuck-up about it. With her quiet, modest personality, it was no wonder she was so popular. Living next door to such a beautiful girl would’ve gotten most boys practically salivating at the mere thought. Amane, however, didn’t intend to make a fuss over her or try to get too close. He certainly wouldn’t deny that Mahiru Shiina was beautiful, but she had never been more than a neighbor to him. There hadn’t really been any opportunities for them to talk, and not once did he consider approaching her himself. If they did somehow become involved in some fashion, it would definitely make a lot of other boys jealous, and that’d be trouble. Amane knew it was better to remain amicable next-door neighbors and avoid the wrath of her other admirers. It was possible to appreciate a charming girl without falling in love with her, after all. Amane recognized that Mahiru was the kind of girl best cherished from afar and had contented himself with existing in her life as only her neighbor. Thus, when Amane caught sight of her looking lost in thought and alone in the pouring rain without an umbrella, he couldn’t help but stop and stare, wondering what she might be doing. The downpour was heavy enough to send most everyone else scurrying home, but there she was, sitting all by herself on a swing in the park between their school and their apartment building. What is she doing in the rain? Amane wondered. Everything was gloomy beneath the darkened sky, and the rain, relentless since that morning, only made it even more difficult to see. Mahiru’s conspicuous flaxen hair and her school uniform made it impossible to miss her, however, even veiled by the dismal weather. Amane did not know why she was sitting there without an umbrella, letting herself get soaked. Mahiru didn’t appear to be waiting for someone, nor did she seem at all concerned by the rain. As far as Amane could tell, Mahiru was simply staring off into the distance. Her face was tilted slightly upward, and though she was always pale, her complexion appeared downright pallid. If she wasn’t careful, she was sure to catch a cold, but even so, Mahiru sat there quietly, not making any move to head home. Page 2 Goldenagato | mp4directs.com If she’s content to sit there, it probably isn’t my place to interfere, Amane thought as he made his way quickly past the park. He took one last look and could see that Mahiru’s face was screwed up as if she might cry. Amane scratched his head nervously. He wasn’t really looking to make any kind of connection with her or anything, but it seemed wrong to him to ignore another person who was making such a pained expression. “…What’re you doing?” When he called out to her in the bluntest voice possible, trying to convey that he was not a threat, she tossed her long hair, now heavy with water, and looked at him. Mahiru’s face was as lovely as ever. Even wet with rain, its radiance was not dulled. In fact, every droplet only seemed to enhance her elegant features. One could say she was dripping with beauty. She stared at him with large, striking eyes. Mahiru must have been vaguely aware of Amane as her next-door neighbor because they occasionally passed each other in the morning. However, the look in her caramel-colored eyes revealed that she was slightly guarded—someone she had never really spoken with had suddenly called out to her. “Fujimiya? May I help you?” Amane was rather shocked that Mahiru had remembered his name, but at the same time, he also figured that this level of familiarity most likely wouldn’t cause her to drop her guard. It was only to be expected that Mahiru would raise her defenses when confronted by a stranger, even if he wasn’t entirely unknown. She probably didn’t want much to do with the opposite sex. It certainly seemed like she received plenty of romantic advances from the boys at school, regardless of what year they were in. Would anyone have blamed Mahiru for suspecting Amane of harboring an ulterior motive? “I don’t really need anything. I was just wondering why you were sitting in a place like this, all alone in the rain.” “Oh, you were? I’m grateful for your concern, but I’m here simply because I want to be. Don’t worry about me.” There was no edge of suspicion in Mahiru’s soft, listless voice, but it was also clear that she had no intention of opening up to Amane. Page 3 Goldenagato | mp4directs.com All right, suit yourself. It was clear that there was something going on with her, but she didn’t seem to want Amane to get involved, and he wasn’t particularly inclined to pursue the matter any further. Amane had only approached her on a whim. He’d simply been curious about her situation; that was all. It wasn’t really his concern. If this was what she wanted to be doing, then that was just fine by him. Amane sensed the evanescent beauty regarding him with some suspicion. He was sure that Mahiru was wondering why he’d even bothered speaking to her at all.
By logical air2 years ago in Fiction
Whispers of Ravenswood: A Love Rekindled. AI-Generated.
**Part 2: Echoes of the Past** The days that followed were filled with exploration and discovery. Alice delved into the many rooms of Ravenswood Manor, each more intriguing than the last. She found old letters, dusty books, and ancient artifacts that hinted at a rich history. However, it was the library that captured her imagination the most. One afternoon, as she was sorting through the library’s collection, she came across a hidden compartment behind a large, ornate bookshelf. The discovery was accidental; she had knocked a dusty old tome off the shelf, and it landed with a thud that revealed a slight creak in the wooden panel behind it. Curiosity piqued, she pushed the bookshelf aside and found the compartment. Inside, she uncovered a collection of old journals and letters bound together in a leather case. The handwriting was elegant, and the entries were dated over a century ago. The journals belonged to Lady Evelyn Blackwood, Lord Edward’s wife. Alice was entranced as she read through the pages, discovering a tale of love and loss. Lady Evelyn’s entries revealed a passionate romance between herself and Lord Edward, but also hinted at a tragic separation that had left her heartbroken. The diaries detailed their secret meetings, their dreams for the future, and the growing tension that strained their relationship. The entries spoke of a secret rendezvous place in the manor’s gardens—a place where she and Edward had shared their most intimate moments and dreams. Alice felt a profound connection to this tragic love story and became determined to find the secret garden mentioned in the journals. She felt as though she was piecing together a puzzle that was deeply personal, and she needed to see this garden with her own eyes. Driven by a sense of urgency and curiosity, Alice began searching the manor’s grounds for any sign of the hidden rendezvous spot. The garden, which she had initially thought was simply an overgrown expanse, held more secrets than she could have imagined. She spent hours combing through the dense foliage, guided by the clues from the journals. Her search led her to a neglected corner of the garden, overgrown with ivy and brambles. As she cleared away the tangled vines, she uncovered an old wrought-iron gate. The gate was rusty and creaked ominously as she pushed it open. Beyond it lay a secluded area of the garden that seemed to be frozen in time. The sight that greeted her was breathtaking—a beautiful, forgotten garden with a small, ornate gazebo at its center, surrounded by overgrown roses and wildflowers. The garden seemed to hold an air of melancholy, as if it was waiting for someone to rediscover its secrets. The gazebo, with its intricately carved wooden beams and faded cushions, looked like a place where countless conversations and promises had been exchanged. Alice spent hours there, lost in thought and imagination. She could almost see Lady Evelyn and Lord Edward sitting together, their whispers mingling with the rustling leaves and the sweet scent of the flowers. As the days passed, Alice found herself more drawn to the manor and its history. The garden became her refuge, a place where she felt a deep connection to the past. She started to feel an inexplicable bond with the manor and its former inhabitants. The more she immersed herself in the manor’s history, the more she felt that she was becoming a part of the love story she had uncovered. However, with each new discovery, the sense of being watched grew stronger. The whispers of the manor seemed to become more pronounced, filling the silence with a haunting undertone. Alice couldn’t shake the feeling that someone—or something—was following her. The atmosphere in the manor seemed to shift, and she began to notice subtle changes—objects slightly out of place, and fleeting shadows in the corners of her vision. One evening, while exploring the manor’s old archives, Alice stumbled upon a hidden drawer in the desk of Lord Edward’s study. The desk, covered in a layer of dust, had always intrigued her. As she opened the hidden drawer, she found a stack of letters addressed to Lady Evelyn, written in a hurried, desperate scrawl. The letters were never sent, and their contents spoke of a betrayal and a looming threat. Lord Edward had been trying to protect Evelyn from something, but the details were vague and fragmented. The discovery left Alice unsettled. The letters suggested that something dark had been threatening their happiness. As she read through the letters, she felt that the past was trying to communicate with her, urging her to uncover the truth. Alice realized that to understand the full story, she needed to delve deeper into the manor’s mysteries. She was determined to unravel the secrets behind the tragic love affair and to discover what had happened to Lord Edward and Lady Evelyn. --- **Tags:** #RomanticMystery #HistoricalRomance #HiddenSecrets #LoveLetters #Gardens #ManorMysteries #TragicLove
By Karl Nicken 2 years ago in Fiction
Dog paddle
The water called. The ocean waves beckoned me to go. Bourbon, a cherry, and a lemon wedge muddled among sugar at the bottom of several glasses stacked full of frozen cubes lowered my judgment. All of these factors led me to a moment, a moment when amongst the revel of trombones and saxophones, my heart began to call for freedom. A moment when a folly of a man chose to make a headlong jump deep below the crazy of unkempt thoughts that had rattled free.
By The Invisible Writer2 years ago in Fiction
Three Days Later. Content Warning.
It's been three days. Three days since I've seen my daughter. Since I've been able to watch her playing at the park. Since I've seen that bright smile flashed across her face. Three days. Oh, God, if you would've told me that I'd have to be away from her this long. Don't get me wrong. Officer Lincoln has treated my daughter's case as if it was his own daughter who had gone missing- he's spent every waking second for my little Kayley. Along with every other person, not just from our small town but from every neighboring town around ours.
By 'Lissa Stufflestreet2 years ago in Fiction
High-Quality Abayas for All Occasions in the United Kingdom
The abaya is a beautiful and versatile garment that many women in the UK wear for various occasions. Whether you’re going to a formal event, a casual outing, or a religious gathering, having a high-quality abaya that fits the occasion is essential. Here’s a guide to help you find the perfect abaya for any event.
By Aneeq Modest Wear2 years ago in Fiction
