Love
dark love on the bridge
The Blackwater Bridge wasn't exactly a place known for romance. Sure, it had a certain brooding charm, all rusted metal and looming over the inky river, but most folks crossed it with a quickened pace and a silent prayer they wouldn't get mugged. Not me, though. I came for Ezra.
By aly rahman2 years ago in Fiction
love comes from paper airplanes
Sarah wasn't looking for love. Not really. She was content with her life - blasting music in her beat-up Honda Civic, weekend shifts at the local bookstore, and a cat named Mittens who judged her every move. But then came Kevin, the new delivery guy at the bookstore.
By aly rahman2 years ago in Fiction
A Story of a Bookseller
It was a beautiful sunny day in December in Pakistan. I was sitting beside her in the corridor of our university. We were having our tea when her beautiful lips started moving to say something beautiful. I prepared myself for that since I always listen to her words with the same attention. Her words began to make a pattern and went as, "There are a few people out there who actually do love. People in this modern time do not have urge to spend their lifetime with anyone. You know Nasir, there are 99% people who are actually faking in love and only 1% are there who actually do love, A true and pure love and those are the people who know how to take care of the other person and how to remain loyal with anyone." I asked her, "Are you among the 99% or 1%." I had curiosity to know though I had an idea how much she loved me. But she startled me by saying, "I won't tell a lie, I am among the 99%. Why would I boast on anything that I don't have." Her words made me numb though I knew that she is still telling a lie.Then I asked her," What about me?" She said," You are among the 1% people who truly love." I was happy to know that but I was confused that who could she be among the 99% as she is in love with me heart and soul. Now.................... Its been almost a year I haven't talked to her. I haven't seen her. She has gone from my life for good. She cleared my confusion a year ago that how she could be among the 99%. Now, I have learnt where to put efforts and where not to. I have learnt to get lessons from past and to look for new experiences. (An event from the life of a bookseller)
By Nasir Malik2 years ago in Fiction
141 The Persistence of Memory
His love, outside of time, beyond the illusion of forever, was immemorial as it was eternal. Long before the human genome had been discovered and deciphered in cold, impersonal laboratories, his epigenetics had been warmly at work, laying down inheritable sentiments for his progeny. He built up a latticework of devotion to her where natural selection had no relevance.
By Gerard DiLeo2 years ago in Fiction
Winter
Does It have Pockets is a fantastic online literary magazine which gave me so much support when I submitted 'Winter' a piece about my favourite character out of those I have created - Winter Williams/Winta Wicks. This piece was published in their April edition along with some incredible writers. It is one of the first pieces I have been paid for. You can find it on https://www.doesithavepockets.com/fiction/alyson-smith . I recommend submitting to this magazine, they were so encouraging and supportive.
By Alyson Smith 2 years ago in Fiction
Lilith's Blessing 1
The sun shone on the expedition as the ladies fanned out and gathered material. Their three-month expedition, close to its finale. The women enjoyed the sun as much as possible. They gathered under a tree and ate lunch while two massive bald women protected them from any danger, with their axe like spears. Their dark facial tattoos stretched over their eyes and down their cheeks, but mismatched their pale skin.
By Travis J. H. 2 years ago in Fiction
The shattered mirror
### The Shattered Mirror Once, in the quaint town of Alderwood, nestled between rolling hills and ancient forests, lived two childhood friends, Clara and James. Their bond was one forged in the fires of shared dreams and endless adventures, a friendship that seemed unbreakable to those who witnessed it.
By Reader And Explainer2 years ago in Fiction
The secret place
In the quaint village of Eldoria, nestled between rolling hills and ancient forests, tales of a secret place had been passed down through generations. The villagers spoke of it in hushed tones, weaving stories of magic and wonder that filled the minds of children with dreams and the hearts of adults with a flicker of nostalgia for the unknown. The secret place was said to lie deep within the heart of the Whispering Woods, a forest so dense and old that sunlight barely touched the forest floor. The trees there were colossal, their roots twisted and intertwined like the fingers of ancient guardians. Eldoria’s elders often warned the young ones about venturing too far into the woods, claiming that only those with a pure heart and a brave spirit could find their way back. Among the villagers was a young girl named Elara. With her curious eyes and adventurous spirit, she was captivated by the stories of the secret place. Her grandmother, a wise and gentle woman, had once hinted that the place held the key to understanding the mysteries of the world. Elara, with her heart full of determination, decided that she would uncover the truth. One crisp autumn morning, Elara set out on her quest. She packed a small satchel with essentials—a loaf of bread, some cheese, a flask of water, and her grandmother’s old compass, said to be enchanted. As she entered the Whispering Woods, she felt a sense of awe and trepidation. The air was thick with the scent of pine and earth, and the only sounds were the whispers of the wind and the rustling of leaves. Hours turned into days as Elara ventured deeper into the forest. She followed the compass, which seemed to have a mind of its own, leading her through paths less traveled. Along the way, she encountered various woodland creatures—wise owls, playful squirrels, and a majestic stag that watched her with knowing eyes. She spoke to them kindly, believing that they too were part of the forest's magic. On the third day, Elara reached a clearing where a crystal-clear lake shimmered under the dappled sunlight. At the center of the lake was a small island, and on that island stood an ancient stone archway, covered in ivy and glowing with an ethereal light. Elara knew she had found the secret place. She paddled across the lake on a makeshift raft, her heart pounding with excitement and fear. As she stepped onto the island, the air seemed to hum with energy. She approached the archway and noticed intricate carvings depicting scenes of nature’s harmony—animals, plants, and celestial bodies all intertwined. With a deep breath, Elara stepped through the archway. In an instant, she was enveloped in a warm, golden light. When the light faded, she found herself in a realm beyond imagination. The landscape was a tapestry of vibrant colors, with flowers that sang melodies and trees that whispered secrets. The sky was painted with hues of twilight, and a gentle breeze carried the scent of blossoms and honey. In the center of this magical realm stood a grand tree, its trunk wide enough to house a family and its branches reaching towards the heavens. At the base of the tree sat a figure cloaked in light. As Elara approached, the figure revealed itself to be a woman of ageless beauty, with eyes that held the wisdom of eons. “Welcome, Elara,” the woman said, her voice like a melodious river. “I am Elowen, the guardian of this realm.” Elara bowed respectfully, her heart brimming with questions. “Is this the secret place my grandmother spoke of?” Elowen smiled. “Yes, it is. This is a place where the magic of the world is nurtured and where those with pure hearts come to understand the true essence of life.” Elara spent what felt like days in the realm, learning from Elowen and the enchanted beings that inhabited it. She discovered that the secret place was not just a location but a state of being—a harmony with nature, a purity of heart, and a deep understanding of the interconnectedness of all life. When it was time to leave, Elara felt a mixture of sadness and fulfillment. Elowen gave her a small vial of glowing liquid. “This is the essence of this realm,” she explained. “It will guide you and your village, reminding you of the magic that exists within and around you.” Elara returned to Eldoria, her heart forever changed. She shared her experiences and the wisdom she had gained, and the villagers listened with rapt attention. The vial’s glow became a beacon of hope and inspiration, reminding everyone that the true secret place was within their hearts, waiting to be discovered through kindness, bravery, and a deep connection with the world around them. From that day on, the tales of the secret place were no longer just stories. They were a living testament to the magic of Eldoria, passed down to inspire future generations to seek the extraordinary within the ordinary, and to find the secret place within themselves.
By Reader And Explainer2 years ago in Fiction
