Love
Why You Wouldn't Survive on Earth One Billion Years Ago
Picture yourself travelling through time, your destination a billion years in the past. The time machine sputters and howls, but then it stops working all together. Engaging emergence procedures sees the fearless traveler prepare for an unforeseen landing. It's not a matter of where they'll land, but when. Therefore, when they find themselves in the process of survival, setting up priorities for their existence becomes a crucial issue.
By Amine Oubih2 years ago in Fiction
A Love Like Ours
In a quaint little town nestled amidst rolling hills and lush greenery, there lived a woman named Emily. Emily was blessed with a loving husband, James, who adored her with all his heart. However, amidst the warmth of her marital bliss, there loomed a shadow - her mother-in-law, Mrs. Grant.
By Mia Dwi Arifiyanti2 years ago in Fiction
World in Tatters Ch 36
I sit across from my mother, impatiently waiting for her to give me one reason not to walk out of the tent never to see her again. My body is getting as restless as my mind. I feel my foot start to bounce against the dirt. I focus on my fingers, picking at my nails. For some reason, it’s helping me hold myself together.
By Kevin Barkman2 years ago in Fiction
Adam and Eve 2.0
After Adam and Eve were expelled from Eden, they quickly realized they were connected in ways they couldn't even imagine. "I have the key to your Evelette!" Adam said proudly, using his nickname for Eve's vagina. "Without me, you won't be able to have kids and reproduce."
By Lana V Lynx2 years ago in Fiction
WHATEVER HAPPENED TO ELLEN MARIE. Top Story - May 2024.
WHATEVER HAPPENED TO ELLEN MARIE *** just had to know *** ++++++++++++ As Mike drove through the town he hadn’t seen in about twenty years, he wondered about those he’d left behind when he left for what he thought would be “greener pastures.” He wanted to make his mark on the world. Determination drove him and the little town of Meadowville wasn’t where he wanted to be.
By Margaret Brennan2 years ago in Fiction
Echoes of Solitude. AI-Generated.
In the tranquil suburb of Willowbrook, where the roads wind like veins through the core of the local area, there carried on with a man named Jacob. Jacob was a singular figure, known for his delicate disposition and the pity that appeared to carve lines upon his face. He resided alone in an unobtrusive house toward the finish of a circular drive, encompassed by congested brambles and shriveling blossoms that reflected the devastation inside.
By Sujon Hossain2 years ago in Fiction
The Fragments Eternity Story.
In a little town settled between moving slopes and lavish timberland, there carried on with an old narrator named Elias. He was known all through the land for his spellbinding stories that appeared to move audience members to domains past creative minds. Each night, the residents would assemble around the popping fire in the town square, anxiously anticipating Elias' popular narratives.
By Kazi Munni2 years ago in Fiction
COULD THIS BE LOVE?
The worn café table held the weight of a thousand unspoken words. Rain streaked down the window, mirroring the tears clinging to Elena's lashes. Across from her, Liam, his hair a mess and eyes haunted, pushed a half-eaten croissant around his plate.
By Maa Afia Amoako-Antwi2 years ago in Fiction
She loves me. Top Story - May 2024.
She loved me. When I was small and my wee stayed to the paper. When I was rumpled skin and floppy big paws and big eyes looking up and waiting for her hands to find me, scooping me up and bringing me into her. And we were happy, so happy, so very, very happy. I was so happy to see her and danced my circles so she'd know how much I wanted nothing more than for her to hold me. I'd wrap, wiggle, wiggle and wrap my growing body with my bestest happy dance, slumping and kerplumping into her warm parts just like she liked me to. She was there and I was there, and we were there together, and it was perfect. Oh, how she loved me! We spent all our time together, playing inside, outside, up, down, going round and round. And she petted me and called me good girl when I made poops, and sometimes when I weed in her front yard or the neighbor's, and I was the best girl. For her, I really was! And she scratched me behind my ears, and it was heaven. I aowooo my joy! And she aowoooed hers too.
By Christy Munson2 years ago in Fiction
