Love

Whispers of Unwritten Love
In the heart of a quaint town, where cobblestone streets wound through charming cottages and the fragrance of blooming flowers wafted in the air, lived a woman named Amelia. The town was a tapestry of tales, each building and street corner holding stories untold. Yet, within this picturesque setting, Amelia's narrative was a silent symphony of unspoken words, unrequited longings, and the profound lessons that lay hidden in the folds of her heart.
By Mohamed Taha3 years ago in Fiction
City Love's Harmonious Trials
In the heart of the city, where the urban pulse never truly sleeps, lived a couple named Emily and Jake. Their love story was like a complex melody, filled with highs and lows, harmonies and dissonances. They were navigating the testing grounds of relationships, where the symphony of emotions played out in unexpected ways.
By Mohamed Taha3 years ago in Fiction
Purple Hyacinths
On the day you left, I dreamt— dreamt of a world, another reality, of which the sky had never lost its blue, the birds had never stopped chirping, the smell of the fresh breeze still wafted through the air and the sun had never laid itself to rest.
By Alexa S.3 years ago in Fiction
Etched in Stone
I'm a boomer. I vote. I mind the thermostat, keeping the temp just shy of Goldilocksian just rightness. I'm a boomer. While growing up, the holocaust was still a societal fresh memory. And a couple of atom bombs. And imminent nuclear war, whose threat, ironically, has reared its ugly head again.
By Gerard DiLeo3 years ago in Fiction
Mohamed Salah: The Phenomenon of Football Brilliance
Football enthusiasts around the globe have witnessed the rise of numerous exceptional talents in the sport's rich history, but few have captured the collective imagination quite like Mohamed Salah. Hailing from the Egyptian village of Nagrig, Salah's journey from humble beginnings to becoming a global icon is a mesmerizing football miracle, marked by extraordinary skill, unwavering resilience, and a profound impact on the beautiful game.
By Mohamed Samir3 years ago in Fiction
Beyond Words: A Tale of Unspoken Love
Once upon a time, in a small town nestled between rolling hills and whispering streams, there lived a boy named Alex. Now, Alex wasn't your typical protagonist in a love story. He wasn't the suave, confident type who effortlessly swept people off their feet. Nope, he was more of the awkward, shy variety.
By Chevz Munandar3 years ago in Fiction
A Symphony of Love and Loss: Part Six - Brushstrokes of Hope in the Gallery of Doubt
Evni scrolled through his phone, a ghost in the land of the living. Laughter and music blared from his laptop screen, a stark contrast to the leaden silence within him. Thia, radiant and carefree, was the center of the virtual party, surrounded by a sea of faces that weren't his. Every time she flashed a dazzling smile, a corner of his heart clenched. He couldn't help but notice R, lurking around the edges of the frame, a predatory glint in his eyes.
By Ivan Islam3 years ago in Fiction
Publish or Perish. Content Warning.
"Why are you playing this cruel game? Just give me my son back!" She was dazed as she sat at a desk in a room which was all black. The laptop in front of her cast meagre light. She knew someone else was with her because she caught glimpses of movement in her peripheral vision.
By Rachel Deeming3 years ago in Fiction
Young Love. Content Warning.
Felix And Felicity had known each other since birth. They’d been best friends since they were in diapers. They’d been dating since the eighth grade. They were even taking the same college courses. They were inseparable.
By Mother Combs3 years ago in Fiction
My Wife Who Came From Space To Clear The Dungeons
"Mom, Dad, can we get some ice cream now?" A six year old boy with black hair and blue eyes asked his parents. His mother was beautiful, with dark flowing hair and dark brown eyes. She was petite, but taller than the average woman, in other words, it wouldn't be strange for her to be mistaken as a model.
By petroL63063 years ago in Fiction
Riptide; Chapter 3
I stand in the nest of the mizenmast, watching the ship draw closer. The distress and white flag flapped gently in the breeze over my head. Even if we were to rig up the sail that's been patched, we wouldn't be able to outrun Prince Rayan's flagship. They've gotten close enough that I can see their flags without a spyglass. If they've noticed the flags we've put up, they haven't put up a white flag in response.
By Katarzyna Crevan3 years ago in Fiction
Beyond the Superficial - Why Inner Beauty Trumps Bullies?
The mirror reflects a face, but rarely the soul. This truth echoes particularly strongly in the corridors of adolescence, where self-discovery and societal pressures often collide, creating a battlefield for self-esteem. Yet, amidst the taunts of bullies and the insecurities of youth, one crucial fact remains: true beauty transcends the superficial, existing instead as a harmonious orchestration of self-acceptance, inner strength, and unwavering kindness.
By TEK TRIK3 years ago in Fiction