Love
Encounters at the Train Station
She sat, her mind lost in a thousand peppermint flavored dreams as she sipped her coffee. A warm and generous smile flowed like a picturesque waterfall across her face. Her deep, mahogany eyes glanced wistfully around the station's large and expansive waiting room.
By Isabella Rose2 years ago in Fiction
A paradise ticket.
Once upon a time, in a small town called Almapura, a young man named Carlos. Carlos was a good soul, always willing to help others, although life had not always been easy. His grandfather, Don Pedro, had been his greatest inspiration and guide, but had died when Carlos was just a child. Since then, Carlos had dreamed of the possibility of seeing his grandfather again and telling him all the things he had learned and lived.
By Francis V.2 years ago in Fiction
Beautiful Girl Marries Prince
Once upon a time, in the lush, green kingdom of Aramore, there lived a beautiful girl named Elara. Her beauty was renowned across the land; with cascading golden hair, eyes as blue as the summer sky, and a smile that could light up the darkest of nights, she was admired by many.
By RAYMOND OGWU2 years ago in Fiction
A happy story! :)
Once upon a time in a small town, a young woman named Clara who lived alone in a cozy house on the edge of a lush forest. Clara had always dreamed of having a dog, but her long working days in the town's bakery prevented him from dedicating the necessary time to a pet.
By Francis V.2 years ago in Fiction
The Weight of Goodbye
The cold, sterile scent of the hospital hung heavily in the air, mingling with the quiet hum of machines that kept Lucas alive. His wife, Elena, sat beside his bed, her eyes red-rimmed from days of sleepless vigils. Each beep of the monitor was a cruel reminder of the decision she faced—a decision that would alter the course of her life forever.
By Jose Mejia2 years ago in Fiction
Unrequited Love's Bittersweet End
At some point in time, there was love, with an indication that it would stand the test of time. This person loved deeply and poured all they had into their relationship, yet they were left alone, unappreciated. Years went by, yet the feelings still remain, but what has happened during the time has altered the other individual. Finally, the love they once shared is not rekindled from this moment.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharing2 years ago in Fiction
Beauty and Mr. Romantic (K-Drama): Episodes 33 & 34 Review | Kdrama review | The Drama Scoop
Episodes 33 and 34 of Beauty and Mr. Romantic cover the events and aftermath of Soo-yeon’s husband Jin-taek and in-laws learning that she is Pil-seung’s biological mother. Mi-ja, on the other hand, manipulates Ji-young and forces her into a compromising situation yet again, asking her to date Jin-dan. Ji-young is struggling because she has feelings for Pil-seung. This weekend’s episode also suggests a connection between Ae-kyo and Sun-young’s new tenant. Our article “Beauty and Mr. Romantic (K-Drama): Episodes 33 & 34 Review” contains major spoilers.
By The Drama Scoop2 years ago in Fiction
The Enchanted Forest
Once upon a time, in a village nestled between the mountains and an enchanted forest, there lived a teenage girl named Elara. Born with a disability that left her unable to walk, she was considered a burden by her parents, who were poor and struggling to survive. One cold, gloomy night, they made a heart-wrenching decision to abandon her in the forest, hoping that fate would be kinder to her than they ever could.
By layali mumtaz2 years ago in Fiction
Daddy's French Toast
Every second Sunday of the month, my father makes French toast for breakfast. I don't remember when this tradition started, but it has been around since I was very young. In a bowl bigger than my face, he mixes eggs, milk, and lots of sugar with a whisk. When I was in kindergarten, my father put me in charge of mixing while he cut a thick loaf of bread into four pieces. I would stir with all my might, watching the sugar dissolve into the mixture. Secretly licking the contents of the bowl when neither my father nor my mother, who sat watching from the dining table, was looking became my little thrill.
By Eat with Happiness2 years ago in Fiction
