Love
The Unreturned Affection
I long for a life where I can spend my days with someone I effortlessly connect with. Once, there was a boy I had a crush on. When infatuated, it’s easy to become a little loud. Every day, I’d meticulously plan various topics for conversation with him, all the while trying to hide my true feelings, pretending that I had a genuine reason to approach him.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharing2 years ago in Fiction
unlocking the door
In a village, there lived a teenage boy named Mada. Mada was intelligent and talented, but he was also very closed-minded and rarely showed his emotions to anyone. After realizing that his father had left and never contacted him again, Mada became more isolated and found it difficult to connect with other people.
By Mahmud Anhari2 years ago in Fiction
A Tale of Friendship, Love, and Family Bonds
Let me tell you about a group of friends who were tighter than a jar of peanut butter. There was Sarah, the spunky one with a knack for baking; Mike, the laid-back dude who could fix anything with duct tape; Emily, the wise-cracking jokester who could light up a room with her laughter; and Alex, the quiet observer with a heart of gold.
By Muhammad Ilham2 years ago in Fiction
Love Doesn't Always Save the Day
Once upon a time, in a quaint little town nestled between rolling hills, there lived a couple named Lily and Jake. They were the epitome of high school sweethearts – inseparable, finishing each other's sentences, and making everyone around them believe in fairy tale romance.
By Muhammad Ilham2 years ago in Fiction
Echoes of the Forgotten
In the heart of a bustling city lies a forgotten corner, tucked away from the glare of neon lights and the rush of daily life. There, amidst the shadows of towering skyscrapers, stands an old bookstore with its weathered sign barely visible beneath layers ofime. Its name, "Echoes of the Forgotten," whispers tales of forgotten stories waiting to be rediscovered.
By Mohammedseid Ahmedin2 years ago in Fiction
The Whisper Within: A Thirteen-Year-Old's Descent into Darkness
Maya had always known her grandmother, Elara, to be a bit eccentric, but the urgency in her voice during their last phone call was different—frightening even. Grandmother Elara spoke of a spreading darkness and urgently needed Maya’s help. At just thirteen, on the brink of summer vacation, Maya should have been far from concerns like these, yet here she was, miles from civilization, her phone dead in her pocket, following the cryptic instructions left by her grandmother to reach the old family home.
By Md. Sayhanul Arif2 years ago in Fiction
Until We Meet Again
____________________________ Sunset strokes its golden fingers across the misty isle, sweet an soft as fae fingers meltin intae sommery hand-spun vanilla ice cream on a blàth grianach day. As a fae, A cannot be caucht doin such a thin, runnin ma fingers intae frosty cauld desserts. But thon's no the point. Whit's important is sundoon's gone golden i the hichlands! The low poke o gray an dreary is trapped beneath layers o blissful sunlicht.Dae ye know whit this means? Ryan moment's nere at hand. True love will find the bonnie lass! An forevermore, she'll recount the day for its perfect.Gather round. Quiet now an listen i. Discover whit unfolds wi a gentle nudge from the fae, bi which A mean me. Gin awthing goes tae plan, A'll graduate tae fou fledgit fae godmother bi mornin!
By Christy Munson2 years ago in Fiction
Departing from the Relationship
“But I love you.” Four words. Uttered on the scarcely crowded platform in a Portland Amtrak train station. The tracks of a fleeting relationship leading in various directions. Kendra held Sophia’s pale-colored hand, aware this would be their final minute together.
By Iris Harris2 years ago in Fiction
The Persistence of Memories. Runner-Up in Just a Minute Challenge.
I see him before he sees me. I haven't left the building yet, he's on his way in. This isn't where I thought I'd see him. Honestly, I didn't think I would ever see him anywhere again. My breath catches, but I keep my cool.As we both traverse the sidewalk, our eyes meet and a million memories flash.
By Raine Neal2 years ago in Fiction
