Love
Whispers of the Heart
In the curious town of Serenity Falls, settled between murmuring woods and tranquil slopes, carried on with a healer named Isla. Isla was known all over not only for her insight into spices and cures yet for her exceptional empathy. Her cabin, embellished with wildflowers and the delicate murmur of honey bees, was a sanctuary for the exhausted and the injured.
By James Dorcas3 years ago in Fiction
The Song of Homecoming
Rain lashed against the windowpanes, the sound a familiar counterpoint to the rhythm of Liam's anxious heart. He sat by the window, bathed in the warm glow of a single lamp, its light spilling out onto the rain-soaked path leading up to their cozy cottage. It had been six long months since Elara, his adventurous musician, had embarked on a tour across the continent, leaving behind a void in his life and a promise whispered in his ear, "Six months on the road, my love, then forever back to you."
By Mohammad Ali Ahsan3 years ago in Fiction
Traces of Cinnamon and Rhodium. Top Story - February 2024.
This story was originally published in "The Fictioneer's Treasure Trove" on Medium. ************** Every time love struck… traces of cinnamon and rhodium were present at the scene. Every time love struck for Felicia, anyway.
By Stephen Kramer Avitabile3 years ago in Fiction
Echoes of Silent Love
In the vibrant city of Port Harcourt, amidst the hustle and bustle of daily life, there resided a woman whose presence seemed to cast a gentle glow upon the world. Ada Obolo Blessing, known fondly as Ada to her friends and colleagues, possessed a rare warmth that radiated from within. Her laughter danced like music in the air, and her smile had the power to brighten even the darkest of days.
By Michael Oregbuyide3 years ago in Fiction
A Day at the Beach (Part 2). Content Warning.
I'm not good at serialisation but I had to return to Susan and Barney and their day at the beach which was a story I wrote back on January 16th. I didn't like leaving Susan like I did, nor Barney, in their plight and so, I've returned to expand on it. The first part is here:
By Rachel Deeming3 years ago in Fiction
Ghost Bride
Sammy looked at the candle that was flickering in the small dark room. It cast a golden sheen on the dead boy’s face. The two of them were quite alone. She could see the beginning of a beard on his chin, which would never mature into anything, beyond a bit of dark scruff. He had been almost eighteen when he died of fever. His name was Chol Son. He laid there quite dead and strangely handsome - in a beautiful black suit, white shirt, and black silk tie – the best that money could buy.
By Bonnie Bowerman3 years ago in Fiction
Love Lost
My Bess, It snowed today for the first time this season, sending me back in time. My mind raced with glittery thoughts of that last winter in school. The muted landscape kept our secrets, covering our snow angels as they began side by side, then became only one. Your breath fogged over my face, and your nose cold. But your lips were wet and warm and tickled my ear. Your eyes were bright, and your cheeks pink. As we trudged, sinking to our knees in places, your hand was deep inside my mitten, straining the threads and holding my hand.
By Sarah DuPerron3 years ago in Fiction
