Love

Misplaced Memories
The anticipation of seeing my grandkids' faces light up with joy as I embarked on my Disney World adventure was enough to keep me smiling through the entire flight. After all, it had been far too long since we last had the chance to spend quality time together. Bella and Nico, my two bundles of energy, had eagerly awaited my arrival, and I couldn't wait to shower them with love and laughter.
By Anthony Chan3 years ago in Fiction
With Love. Top Story - February 2024.
Dear Idiot, This is why people have filing systems. Stuffing me in an unread book was a bad move. Do you even read by the way? Judging by the state of my neighbours I’m thinking not. Pages pristine, covers an inch deep in dust. You’re never going to find me.
By Lauren Everdell3 years ago in Fiction
Men Do Cry
In a small town nestled between rolling hills, Benson lived out his days quietly, carrying the weight of the world on his aging shoulders. At seventy-three, he had weathered countless storms, both literal and metaphorical. But through it all, he remained stoic, a pillar of strength for his family.
By Mije Mwanza 3 years ago in Fiction
The Marble. Runner-Up in Misplaced Challenge.
My life began in a dentist's office in a prize basket shaped like a treasure chest. The office was a fascinating place. All day long, people and children of all ages cycled through the chairs as treasures of all kinds cycled through the basket: sticky, extendible jelly hands; temporary tiger tattoos; jade-colored beaded bracelets; spiky balls with spikes that ballooned out when you squeezed them. The dental work itself was almost always the same: 30-minute cleanings and 15-minute cavity fillings.
By Ava Mack3 years ago in Fiction
Moonlit Serenade
In the small town of Sakura Falls, nestled between rolling hills and cherry blossom trees, there existed a legend whispered among the townsfolk. It spoke of a celestial bond between two souls destined to meet under the moonlit sky. This legend ignited the imagination of young lovers and dreamers alike, but for Hiroto Matsuda, a quiet high school student with a passion for music, it held a special allure.
By S.K.V3 years ago in Fiction
Embracing Tranquility in the Midst of Motion: A Reflective Journey into Moments of Calm
During work, I find myself either standing or perched on my Motion Stool, compelling my core into action. Pacing has become a frequent ritual, accompanied by strategically scattered exercise equipment, be it a pull-up bar, kettlebell, balance device, or grip trainer, always within arm's reach.
By مصر مصر3 years ago in Fiction
The Dragons legacy . Content Warning.
A magical adventure A group of siblings inherits a mysterious family heirloom—a dragon-shaped pendant—unleashing a magical curse that transforms them into dragons at night. To break the curse, they must embark on a perilous journey to find the source of the magic and unlock their true destiny.
By Gift Sunday 3 years ago in Fiction
Lament of a Misplaced Hat
The head that wore me was that of a writer. A good head, I suppose, but a head so full of story fragments and poetic notions that it turned his mind to mush.
By Judah LoVato3 years ago in Fiction
A tiny Halo with a MIGHTY job
Let’s see shall we... all the places I've trekked on this journey. Unintentionally of course. *Insert Eye Roll Here* (if I had eyes that is).
By Hayley Matto3 years ago in Fiction
Alone In The Snow. Top Story - February 2024.
The soft white flakes were falling heavily, blanketing the ground with a white quilt. The quilted softness might have been appealing through the eyes of other on-lookers, but to me it looked cold, and hardened just like my heart. I examined the crystal-clear beauty of an icicle on a nearby tree, clear, sparkling and beautiful. The tears rolling down my cheek were also clear, but unlike the icicle, they were not beautiful; each tear froze against my skin, burning white-hot like ice when it touched the skin.
By Carol Ann Townend3 years ago in Fiction
Barstable, the Night Warrior
This story has been written for RM Stockton's February Write Club Prompt and you can read about that below: This month's prompt is to write about the monster under your bed.
By Rachel Deeming3 years ago in Fiction
~ Fantastical:the Fairytale!
Part 2 of the Fairytale Story titled Fantastical! Or is it? ~ The Dungeon of the Heart of Man: What befalls it!~ Down into the depth of darkness, oh shall your story go,
By Jennifer Cooley3 years ago in Fiction