Love
We Were. Top Story - January 2024.
Two hours later, the space between the frantic crying of my human and the ringing of silence collide to taunt me. As I lie motionless in this crevice I barely even know myself anymore. One thing I am certain of is my memory is much more acute than that of my human, for I recall in vivid detail how I ended up here, while she on the other hand, has not one inclination of where I can be found. The wonder if ever to be found, has come up several times, but I have always been more of an optimist so I do not dwell long on this thought.
By Pōlani Monderen 3 years ago in Fiction
Loads of Love
One trip to the laundromat ultimately changed the trajectory of Nate’s life as he knew it. On a stormy November morning, Nate and his friends, Seth and Ben, went to the laundromat for a smoke session. They’d been to this laundromat to smoke regularly, so whenever they went, it was always at the same time–when they knew nobody would be there. After quietly entering the laundromat, they huddle in a corner and spark up a joint. They passed it around, laughing and murmuring when suddenly they heard a noise. They all look through the window to see a young woman approaching. Seth and Ben start to panic and run out of the laundromat, leaving Nate there alone with the weed. He was sweating and shaking as the young woman entered the laundromat. Her skin was spotless and smooth, she had long, dark hair and long eyelashes, and she was wearing sweatpants and an oversized hoodie.
By zoe frenchman3 years ago in Fiction
Love Among the Planets
In the depths of a distant galaxy, two planets emitting white light frequently approached and receded from each other. One of these planets was Andromeda, with its enchanted forest, while the other was Cassiopeia, known for its shimmering seas.
By ~ Mikail ~ 3 years ago in Fiction
Twice the Rebound
Your face tells me I've screwed it up, the moment it comes out of my mouth. "My treat?" An innocent offer to start things off at the local coffee shop. You half-smile, you emit a strange titter of a laugh. You don't want it to feel like a date, and I don't blame you.
By Daniel J. Heck3 years ago in Fiction





