Love

Women Who Finds Peace
A widowed woman called Evelyn lives in a charming hamlet surrounded by flowing streams and rolling hills. Like the pages of a well-worn book, her life was filled with tales of love, joy, and deep grief. After her lover and confidante husband passed away, she found herself yearning for a peace of mind that seemed unattainable in a chaotic world.
By Faisal Karim3 years ago in Fiction
Morwenna and Dafydd
And just like that a month of writing stories was done. Please do check out the others I've written this month via my profile and also, check out the origins of this idea from L.C. Schäfer at the link below:
By Rachel Deeming3 years ago in Fiction
"THE LETTER FROM THE BEYOND". Content Warning.
This is a fictional story. Any representation of situations or real people is unintentional. My grandma did visit me after her death. I have spoken with spirits and decided to dedicate this story to all grandmas and their granddaughters. Peace to all. To all my relations.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 3 years ago in Fiction
Talking Flowers
In a secluded greenhouse, long forgotten by caretakers, a unique phenomenon unfolded. The flowers within began to stir, their petals whispering secrets only the wind had heard before. As their voices mingled, an array of emotions emerged—joyful marigolds, gloomy roses, and curious daisies.
By Austin J. Knox3 years ago in Fiction
Sentimental Bites
In the heart of a charming town, there stood a small bakery known for its enchanting pastries. Amelia, the skilled baker, possessed a unique talent – her pastries had the power to transport people back to cherished memories. The delightful aromas that wafted from her oven seemed to carry whispers of nostalgia, capturing the essence of moments long gone.
By Austin J. Knox3 years ago in Fiction
Failure’s Success
"I don't know why bugs gather around a light, but people gather around failure to suppress and around success to seek favors."
By Arjun Sahasya3 years ago in Fiction
Few and Far Between
“Any sufficiently advanced technology is indistinguishable from magic.” — Arthur C. Clarke In a sufficiently advanced future, Man developed the magic to build automatons who could love, since people could no longer love each other.
By Gerard DiLeo3 years ago in Fiction
The Last Ingredient
In the small, bustling town of Maplewood, nestled between golden hills and whispering rivers, there lived a grandmother named Eleanor. Her kitchen was the heart of her cozy home, a sanctuary filled with the aroma of simmering sauces, fresh herbs, and the sweet scent of baked goods. Eleanor's culinary prowess was no secret in Maplewood, but her most cherished creation was a simple, yet enigmatic, dish known as "Grandma Ellie's Casserole." It was a recipe she promised to share with her family one day, a recipe that held the essence of warmth, love, and togetherness.
By Zoe3 years ago in Fiction
Sara Jayne. Top Story - January 2024.
I remember sitting in that crowded bin for the longest time. Everyone ignored me. Soon, all my neighbors were gone. I was the last one left. Christmas was only a few days away. At least, that's what everyone in the store was saying. I didn't know what that meant. All I knew was that the people seemed to be getting angrier and greedier by the minute, so Christmas must be a terrible thing.
By Tina D'Angelo3 years ago in Fiction
Naive Nikola. Content Warning.
Nikola was tired of being Jackson’s fool. She was tired of believing his lies. She’d had enough. So, she planned on doing something about it.
By Mother Combs3 years ago in Fiction
Sugar
There’s a switch, at the edge of consciousness, that flicks on when one crosses it, like a lightbulb, or a bomb. A blinding whiteness of nothing.
By L Mincola3 years ago in Fiction
Finding The Way Back. Content Warning.
Jonathan's frown bores through the back of my cardigan. He shouts over the wind, "Can't you just buy a new coat?" It's a cruel question.
By sleepy drafts3 years ago in Fiction