Love

A Letter Never Written
After five years of no contact, here’s what I have to say to you: I’ve been in many houses turned to homes but I must admit - your home still feels like my home. I often wonder how it looks like right now. Did you move out? Is someone else living there? Is my absence still bouncing back and forth between the walls?
By Ofentse🌸3 years ago in Fiction
A Mother's Fight for Her Son
In the bustling city of Brooks ville, where the streets buzzed with the rhythm of life, there lived a mother named Rebecca. Her world revolved around her young son, Ethan, whose laughter filled their home with warmth and joy. But one fateful afternoon, tragedy struck, and Ethan disappeared without a trace, leaving Rebecca's heart shattered into a million pieces.
By M.Fiaz3 years ago in Fiction
Aftermath
The next several hours passed by in a blur for Haganto. He vaguely noticed Alanus and the Malnora elves arriving at the remains of Filla Aethel. Haganto doesn’t remember how the elves reacted, but he does remember Alanus sticking by his side as soon as he arrived. The monster hunter doesn’t remember if the bard said anything. He did barely recall overhearing a somber observation from Tarron about how it looked like all their deaths had been quick, at least quick for Agron. It seemed that because of his weakened nature and starved mentality, Agron just wanted to kill. Haganto recalled not being sure if he should be grateful for that or not.
By Rebecca Patton3 years ago in Fiction
Lost and Found
Dear Journal, It has been many clicks of the light switch. So many, that I have lost count. The switching of the big light is how I know that a day has passed: the light will switch on, and the shuffle of feet, both with shoes on and shoes off, begins. This "dance", I call it, lasts for some time. I see the feet. I can hear the footsteps. I can also hear the television being turned on. I hear the door open and close. I almost can't remember the feel of the wind all around me. How I miss it so much. The is switched off. I no longer see the feet with or without shoes shuffling around. The sound of those very feet shuffling gets further and further away until I can no longer hear it. The television has now been turned off. The room is empty. The room is quiet. The day has come to an end. It has to have been months gone by since I have ended up here. I remember it like it was just yesterday: It was Shelly's birthday. John had surprised her with reservations at the La Che'. La Che' is the fanciest restaurant in town. You have to make a reservation a whole month in advance. John tried really hard. He loves Shelly so much. He planned everything down to the last detail. That's where I came in, since I am a 24 Karat gold and 1.5 karat diamond pendant. I have been in the family for many years. I was passed down 3 generations so far. Shelly is pregnant right now. If the baby is a girl, I will (if I am ever found, that is) go to her on her 16th birthday. Sandra's mom bought me in 1900 as a gift for Marlena's sweet 16. Marlena gifted me to Mildred when she turned 16, then Mildred gave me to Shelly and now I sit under the couch. "ACHOO!" The dust is building up. I kick myself for forgetting how many light switches there are left before dusting day. I pray often that the day comes soon. Anyway, Shelly and John go to dinner as planned. It all was very nice. John even had the pianist play Shelly's favorite song and say "happy birthday" to her. Shelly cried. I did too honestly. John has always been an absolute sweetheart. After dinner, we get in the car and go home. Everything is normal. Shelly and John go into the house. They decide to sit down on the couch for a bit and have a glass of wine. That's when it happened: the clasp on the chain Shelly put me on, broke! The lifeless chain and I fell to the floor with barely an audible thud. That one glass of wine became almost 4. John and Shelly are now intoxicated it seems. They head to their bedroom. I assumed they passed out because I didn't hear any noise or movement for quite some time. I didn't panic because I had landed in plain sight on the floor. I figured it was just a matter of time before one of them picked me up. I was wrong. The sweeping robot was left on overnight. Thank goodness it couldn't suck me up. As fate would have it, it pushed me under the couch and out of sight. That is where I was then, and where I still am today. I heard Shelly asking about me. She reached under the here more than once. Sadly, she did not reach far enough. I was quite literally at her fingertips. What is it that people say? "So close, yet so far away." I know it's something like that. Another switching off of the light. Another day lost in the space under the couch has come to an end. Something will happen. Shelly or John will find me soon. They simply MUST! Well, until next time my dear journal. I will end my entry here...
By Latoya Giles 3 years ago in Fiction
Impact of the WORDS!
I was sitting on a wooden bench in the park, under the shady tree, the sky was yellow. It was afternoon, in the moderate weather of March. The kids were playing football. I was waiting for my friend.
By Muhammad Saad3 years ago in Fiction
What you lost
I watch as you walk down the sidewalk not noticing the rain falling from the sky above. Everything I have inside me wishes I could reach out and touch the side of your face. Wishes I could look deep into your brown eyes and ease your pain. Wishes I could feel my thumb sliding across the wet skin of your cheek when I wipe away your tears.
By The Invisible Writer3 years ago in Fiction
A Ring Remembers
It’s cold down here. The water is murky, polluted. Beer cans are scattered haphazardly, as well as unidentifiable bits of plastic half buried beneath the silt. A snail feeds next to me, scraping neon-green algae from the rounded cobble.
By Marti Maley3 years ago in Fiction
Dialogues in the Dark
In the heart of the busy city, tucked away from the bright lights and loud noises, was a special place called "Dialogues in the Dark." It wasn't like any other spot in town; it was a safe space where people could talk deeply without seeing each other.
By M.Fiaz3 years ago in Fiction
Winters Grip
Winter's cold clutches always seems to trap you, in the emptiness of it's Embrace. And today's stroll shows yet another sequel to my once again idle life, as I walk on the icy grounds of our most cherished memories, the park we both shared our dreams, covered with snow; as if trying to hide any trace of our ever being together.
By Emmanuel Ebicombowei Wari3 years ago in Fiction
15 English Dubbed Dark Romance Anime: Tales of Forbidden Love
In the kaleidoscope of anime genres, dark romance stands out as a unique fusion of psychological intensity and the ordinary nuances of slice-of-life storytelling. As anime fans, we willingly dive into the gripping narratives that unfold in these series, seeking the thrill of unpredictable twists and heart-wrenching emotions. However, the journey through the realm of English dubbed dark romance anime is not without its perils.
By Zuleika Boekhoudt3 years ago in Fiction
Lost Locket Finds Love
In a world where inanimate objects could speak, I, a misplaced umbrella named Ella, found myself caught in the winds of fate – quite literally. My owner, a forgetful soul named Oliver, left me behind in the rush of a sudden rainstorm. As I lay abandoned on a park bench, my frayed edges and sturdy handle became witnesses to the whimsical dance of droplets around me.
By O.wills3 years ago in Fiction
Scandi-love
The clawfoot tub easily fit both of their mottled red bodies in its cast iron mold. Frozen capillaries engorged as carefully warmed water steamed and slopped against their chilblains. They had just walked, arm in arm, for three miles in the Norwegian winter. They wandered, talked, and laughed, fueled and warmed by their curiosity. Sun had set hours before their stroll, but that hadn’t kept them in the hjem. It was the eve of a new year; there were intentions to be set, things to be said, and others to be felt.
By kp3 years ago in Fiction