Love
The Piano. Content Warning.
The home was full of the noises of people who were in their own world. Steady hums leading to screeching crescendoes. A random shout of a name. Mutterings. Flatulence, released unknowingly. The TV blared; some gaudy game show and a presenter with unfathomably white teeth.
By Rachel Deeming2 years ago in Fiction
love in pouring rain
Alright, so picture this: It's one of those classic rainy days where the sky is a moody shade of gray and the rain is coming down in sheets. And in the midst of all this dreariness, there's this guy, let's call him Max. Now, Max isn't exactly having the best day. He's stuck in traffic, his umbrella just flipped inside out, and to top it all off, his phone decides to die on him. Great, right?
By jalur hujan2 years ago in Fiction
love and mystery
Once upon a time, in a sleepy little town nestled between misty mountains and whispering woods, there lived a girl named Lily. Now, Lily wasn't your average girl-next-door; she had a knack for solving mysteries. Whether it was the case of the missing cat or the peculiar sounds coming from the abandoned mansion on Oak Street, Lily was always up for an adventure.
By jalur hujan2 years ago in Fiction
Jade Cove
First published in October Hill Magazine, spring, 2022 The cold-water stabs at Rico, penetrating his bones. Wind chops, bites, and claws at his face. The unfamiliar coastline of the Pacific digs out the survival in him. As he floats south with the currents, he drifts back to himself as a child of 12, treading the same trail every day to Don Hilario's vineyard. Back then, he found his endurance by listening to the melody of the ocean, but today, a much louder drum beat down on him:
By Tony Martello2 years ago in Fiction
The journey of a wanderer looking for love
Once upon a time, in a world where love was as elusive as a rainbow after a storm, there was a wanderer named Sam. Now, Sam wasn't your typical wanderer who roamed from place to place just for kicks. No, Sam was on a mission - a mission to find love.
By Nur Muhammad Ilham2 years ago in Fiction
The Melody Of Love. Content Warning.
In the quaint town of Willow Creek, where the sun dipped into the horizon and painted the sky with hues of crimson and gold, a young woman named Sophia lived a life filled with music and wonder. Her voice was a symphony of emotions, a gentle breeze that soothed the soul, and a melody that captured the hearts of all who listened. Sophia's dream was to share her gift with the world, to be a beacon of hope and love through her songs. One fateful evening, as the stars began to twinkle in the night sky, Sophia's path crossed with a stranger who would forever change the rhythm of her life. His name was Alexander, a man with piercing blue eyes and a heart full of passion. A chance encounter at the local bookstore, where Sophia's fingers danced across the piano keys, drew Alexander in like a magnet. Entranced by her music, he listened, mesmerized, as the notes seemed to speak directly to his soul. As the night unfolded, Sophia and Alexander found themselves lost in conversation, their words flowing like a gentle stream. They discovered shared dreams, a love for literature, and a passion for life. The connection was palpable, a spark that ignited a flame of curiosity and desire. As the clock struck midnight, Alexander knew he had to see Sophia again, to hear her voice, and to bask in the warmth of her presence. Days turned into weeks, and weeks into months, as Sophia and Alexander's love blossomed like a rose in spring. They strolled through the town's cobblestone streets, hand in hand, their laughter echoing off the buildings. They danced under the stars, their footsteps moving in perfect harmony, as if the universe had choreographed their love story. Sophia's music became the soundtrack to their love, a symphony of emotions that Alexander couldn't get enough of. He was her muse, her inspiration, and her biggest fan. Together, they wrote songs that spoke of hope, of love, and of the beauty in the world. Their melodies filled the air, a sweet serenade that brought joy to all who listened. As the seasons changed, Sophia and Alexander's love continued to grow, a flame that burned brighter with each passing day. They spoke of forever, of building a life filled with music, laughter, and adventure. They dreamed of traveling the world, of sharing their love with others, and of leaving a legacy that would inspire generations to come. One day, Alexander took Sophia to the same bookstore where they first met. He led her to the piano, got down on one knee, and pulled out a small box. The room fell silent, as if the world was holding its breath. Sophia's heart raced, her soul singing with anticipation. "My love, my melody, my everything," Alexander whispered, his voice trembling with emotion. "Will you marry me?" Tears of joy streaming down her face, Sophia nodded, her voice barely audible. "Yes, my love, my harmony, my forever." As they embraced, the room erupted in applause, the sound of cheers and whistles filling the air. The music of their love had brought the world together, a symphony of joy that would echo through eternity. And so, Sophia and Alexander's love story became a legend, a tale of two souls who found each other in the most unexpected way. Their music continued to inspire, a reminder that love can conquer all, and that the melody of two hearts beating as one can create a symphony that touches the stars. In the end, Sophia's dream had come true – she had shared her gift with the world, and in doing so, had found her soulmate, her partner in harmony, and her forever love. The music of their love would live on, a sweet serenade that would fill the hearts of all who listened, a reminder that true love can create a melody that echoes through eternity.
By Mahad Salam Ansari2 years ago in Fiction
Love in Your Trouser pocket
Once upon a time, in a bustling city where time was as valuable as gold and smartphones were practically glued to everyone's hands, there lived a guy named Alex. Now, Alex wasn't your typical Romeo, but he had a secret weapon: his trouser pocket. Yes, you heard it right, love in his trouser pocket.
By Jackmiko992 years ago in Fiction
My Other Half
Jeff and Angela had been married for forty years when the inevitable happened. Being two years older than his wife, Jeff always thought he would be the first to die, so he was in utter disbelief when a heart attack suddenly ripped Angie from him. He had no children or siblings to help him share the grief, just some well-meaning close friends. The burden of making funeral arrangements landed squarely on Jeff’s shoulders, which was a blessing in disguise. He was so busy picking out a burial plot, coffin, and venue to hold a service that there was very little time to allow his grief to consume him.
By Mark Gagnon2 years ago in Fiction
