Love
Eternal Blossoms: A Tale of Love's Resilience
Two kindred spirits who lived in a little town tucked away in the rolling hills found comfort in each other's presence. Emilia, a free-spirited artist with eyes that sparkled like emeralds, and Liam, a brooding writer haunted by his past, were drawn together by an inexplicable connection.
By Muhammad Sarmad Razzaq2 years ago in Fiction
Lasting Echoes
The glow of the sun was gradually going down until it was finally a warm orange cast over the train station. There was when Ian and Ester sat on a bench with their hands being intertwined. The air was officially filled with the finality mood. The moment was as if written up in their memory
By Ian Sankan2 years ago in Fiction
My sister-in-law's sigh when her husband left her to wander
In a quiet suburban neighborhood, nestled between rows of neatly trimmed hedges and blooming flower beds, lived two families whose lives were about to be entangled in a web of deceit and forbidden desire.
By Budi Setiyawan2 years ago in Fiction
The Memory Weaver
In the sleepy town of Ravenswood, nestled in the heart of the Whispering Woods, a young woman named Lyra Flynn possessed a gift both wondrous and cursed. She could weave memories into fabric, conjuring vivid tapestries that echoed the deepest desires and darkest fears of those who wore them. Her creations were said to hold the power to awaken forgotten moments, to soothe the troubled mind, and to unravel the tangled threads of the past.
By Muhammad Sarmad Razzaq2 years ago in Fiction
The Last Voyage
Captain Erika Salis gripped the weathered wheel of her trading ship, the Zephyr's Wind, as she guided it through the turbulent waters of the Balisrian Sea. The salty spray stung her eyes, but she kept them locked on the horizon, searching for the telltale signs of an approaching storm. This wasn't her first voyage, but each one carried its perils.
By Muhammad Sarmad Razzaq2 years ago in Fiction
The Amaranth Bloom
Elara Windrose wandered the forgotten pathways of the Bracken Wood, her calloused fingers caressing the ancient bark of towering oak sentinels. These trees had stood watch over the forest's secrets since before her people claimed this verdant realm as their home. A soft breeze tousled her raven tresses, and she absently tucked a loose strand behind her ear, emerald eyes scanning the undergrowth.
By Muhammad Sarmad Razzaq2 years ago in Fiction
Temporary Girlfriend
Jack shuffled through the crowded hallway of Edison High, the weight of a thousand unspoken anxieties pressing down on him. Valentine's Day loomed like a storm cloud, and the annual dance, a supposed celebration of love, filled him with dread. Jack, a self-proclaimed introvert who preferred the company of ancient texts to teenage flirtation, felt utterly out of his element. He yearned to disappear into the stacks of the library, his usual sanctuary, but the excited chatter about the dance was inescapable. Visions of slow dances and giggling couples swam in his head, making him retreat further into his shell. Just as despair threatened to consume him, a peculiar idea sparked in his mind, as improbable as it was audacious. Across the hallway, bathed in the soft glow filtering through the library window, sat Mia, a new transfer student with an air of mystery that intrigued him. With a mix of nervousness and determination, Jack approached her. "Hey, Mia," he stammered, "I, uh, I have a proposition for you." Mia, her dark eyes sparkling with curiosity, raised an eyebrow. Jack, stumbling over his words, blurted out his plan: to be his temporary girlfriend for the dance, with a generous compensation as an incentive. The silence stretched, thick with tension, before a slow smile spread across Mia's face. "Intriguing," she finally said, a hint of amusement dancing in her voice. "Tell me more about this fake love story of yours." And so began their unlikely charade. Afternoons were spent not crafting a fabricated romance, but forging a genuine connection. Jack, usually tongue-tied around girls, found himself captivated by Mia's passion for astrophysics, her dreams of one day unraveling the secrets of the universe. He, in turn, shared his fascination with forgotten civilizations, his collection of ancient coins whispering stories of bygone eras. Laughter filled the library, replacing the usual hushed silence as they discovered a shared love for witty banter and obscure historical trivia. In between stolen glances in the hallways and whispered conversations during class changes, a genuine bond blossomed between them. Jack, for the first time, felt seen, appreciated for his eccentricities and his quiet intelligence. Mia found a kindred spirit in Jack, someone who cherished her thirst for knowledge and her slightly oddball sense of humor. As Valentine's Day approached, the dance transformed from a dreaded social obligation to a stage for something more. The act they were putting on started to feel like a betrayal of the real connection they shared. Jack found himself stealing glances at Mia, his heart skipping a beat every time their eyes met. He dreamt of holding her hand, not as part of their performance, but because he genuinely wanted to. The night of the dance arrived, a kaleidoscope of flashing lights and pounding music. Jack, his stomach a knot of nervous excitement, met Mia by the entrance. They entered the gym, arms linked self-consciously, their practiced smiles feeling a little too bright. Yet, beneath the charade, a raw vulnerability simmered. During a slow dance, their fabricated story crumbled. Lost in the melody and the warmth of Mia's hand in his, Jack blurted out his true feelings. He confessed how their afternoons spent together, filled with laughter and shared secrets, had transformed this temporary act into something real. To his surprise, tears welled up in Mia's eyes, mirroring his own. "I was hoping you felt the same way," she whispered, her voice thick with emotion. In that moment, the dance floor faded away. They weren't Jack and Mia, the temporary couple, anymore. They were just Jack and Mia, two souls brought together by an unusual circumstance, their connection genuine and powerful. They swayed to the music, not as actors in a play, but as two hearts finding solace in each other's embrace. The charade ended that night, but their story had just begun. The temporary girlfriend became something far more real, a testament to the fact that love can blossom in the most unexpected places. Walking hand-in-hand through the halls of Edison High the next day, Jack no longer felt like an outsider peering into the world of love. He was part of it now, his own love story unfolding, a beautiful reminder that the most extraordinary journeys can begin with a single, courageous leap.
By Afrizal Aji2 years ago in Fiction
All the Memories
Oh my God, I love him, I love him, I love him. How can this happen, how can I have made this decision to end his life? How can it be real that he will never again open his eyes and smile at me? That we will never laugh together again? That we will never again talk about our day, our experiences, our feelings together?
By Karen Cave2 years ago in Fiction
