Love

Chiaroscuro Hearts: An Eternal Tango of Love and Art"
"Eternal Tango" In the bustling city of lights, where dreams spark and fizzle like fireworks against the night sky, two souls embarked on a journey that would intertwine their destinies in the most unexpected way. Meet Emma, a spirited and independent woman who thrived in the chaos of the urban jungle, and Liam, a charismatic artist with a penchant for capturing the beauty in life's fleeting moments.
By miriam 3 years ago in Fiction
“My Parallel World
In a quiet town surrounded by mountains, large trees over 100 years old, several crystalline rivers, and numerous animals, there lived a young man named Leo. Leo was a curious and adventurous boy, always looking for answers to the mysteries of the universe. His restless spirit led him to explore every corner of his little world, always hoping to discover something new. That's why he went from one place to another with great emotion.
By Hendrik SancheZ3 years ago in Fiction
The Parting
I knelt on the cold hard earth. His skull heavy in my lap. My fingers still caressed his brow even though he had long left for Valhalla. Snow dusted all the fallen. They lay mangled, like seeds thrown across a field from the farmer's hand in spring. A raven perched on a frosted helmet. She cawed. Mournful and soft. Ebony in the snowfall. I stood and began to gather wood. Shortly I built a pyre. I dragged Halfdan to it. Lay him across. His hand still gripped his sword. His face proud, even in death, resembled the brazen warrior he was. I kissed his frozen lips, “Oh my fool,” I whispered and with a torch ignited the woodpile. The flames melted a ring in the snow around his burning body. I watched embers drift up to the darkening sky. They danced with the white snowflakes falling against them. I met Halfdan on a winter's night many years ago. I beat him in friendly combat at the Solstice and we made love all night after. Bathed one another, shared the tales of our scared bodies. I grew up in a village of shieldmaiden. Killed a wolf when I was only sixteen years old. He killed a bear. Though his father was with him. I don’t remember when the pyre burned out. I don’t recall the raven taking flight. The field sat silent as I made my leave. My every breath was visible in the chill and Halfdan’s helmet crowned my head.
By Ravenne 3 years ago in Fiction
Lost But Not Gone
He didn't lose me, so much as I chose to be lost. It is a thing that he must understand about our relationship, a thing I'm not sure he has a full concept of yet. But in time he will learn, and on that day I'm sure he will find me again, exactly where I've been left. Exactly out of sight.
By Alexander McEvoy3 years ago in Fiction
Why?
I came to this world in lush grasslands, silky and shining with soft, bounty sun. The fresh gusts of wind brushed my skin and the droplets of rain made me feel alive. I was falling asleep to the singing crickets and the days passing in harmony and peace. The life was pure and simple, sustained by the land I called home. The pace of my existence was set by the dusk, perfectly tuned into its rhythm. There was nothing I needed, or wanted, other than what I already had. My roots were anchored deep in the earth, gifting the shelter and the identity assigned by the place I belonged to.
By Nosti3 years ago in Fiction
"Actions speak louder than words."
Once in a small village, there lived a wise elder named Kavi. The villagers often sought his guidance in times of trouble. One day, a young man named Arjun approached Kavi, boasting about his plans to transform the village with grand ideas. Kavi listened patiently and then handed Arjun a small seed, saying, "Plant this seed in the heart of the village and nurture it with care." Eager to prove himself, Arjun set out to execute his ambitious plans, but the seed remained forgotten. Over time, the villagers observed Arjun's promises fading away, while the neglected seed grew into a mighty tree, providing shade, fruits, and a symbol of true, lasting change. In the end, the village learned the profound lesson that Kavi had always emphasized: "Actions speak louder than words." The tangible impact of nurturing a simple seed spoke volumes compared to the grand promises that were left unfulfilled.
By J.Balakrishnan3 years ago in Fiction
Whispers of Elegance: The Tale of the Enchanted Nikah Dress
Once upon a time, in a bustling city where tradition and modernity waltzed hand in hand, there existed a magical atelier named "Ethereal Stitches." It was no ordinary seamstress's haven; it was a place where dreams were spun into silk, and love was embroidered into every stitch.
By Irum Sohale3 years ago in Fiction
Superhero to Somebody
I cannot see through walls. I'm no superhero, supervillain, or superanything. I can't bend space-time or invoke magic. I'm no speedster, scarlet or otherwise.
By Gerard DiLeo3 years ago in Fiction
The Window
Looking down at the many glittering specs of city lights against the midnight sky, she pressed her palm to the cold glass. Wincing at the sensation, she pulled her hand away. Why was she always so attracted to the cold, she pondered.
By Raven Black3 years ago in Fiction
Food for Thought
Perhaps she will come back for me. Maybe it will only be a second. A minute. Or a little bit longer moment in time… but it cannot be much more than that. She will realize the mistake and return, a harried look on her young face for having made such an error. Would a person abandon someone created just for them? Would a girl let go her desire for a custom companion to nurture her?
By Alison McBain3 years ago in Fiction
The Art of Conquering a Man's Heart: A Guide to Captivating Love
In the vast landscape of relationships, the pursuit of conquering a man's heart is a delicate dance of emotions, communication, and understanding. Just as every man is unique, so too are the paths to their hearts. This guide aims to explore the art of winning a man's heart, delving into the intricacies of connection, communication, and fostering a deep, lasting love.
By Mohan3 years ago in Fiction
Dancing in the Rain of Romance. Content Warning.
Once upon a time, in the charming town of Serenity Hollow, nestled among rolling hills and cozy little houses, a story unfolded under a moonlit sky: the story called "Dancing In The Rain Of Romance". In this enchanting story, the main characters are Lila, a talented seamstress with a talent for weaving stories into fabric, and Ethan, a minstrel whose nimble fingers can extract melodies from his guitar strings.
By FATIGUN Abayomi Adeyeri3 years ago in Fiction