Love

"THE SWEET SCENT OF THE ROSE". Content Warning.
This is a fictional fantasy story about two people meeting on the internet and falling in love across the oceans through internet wires. They eventually meet in Los Angeles, California. The characters are fictional and do not represent any person or event.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 3 years ago in Fiction
✨ Ooh la la la ✨
It was clear from the start that your eyes had a charm to them. Looks were being thrown between you and a certain blonde with a curl to his eyebrow. No conversation had happened as your staring contest kept him amused. In which he could see himself dancing with you under the moonlight. Without anyone knowing. Hoping for such an imagination to be a reality. In which you decided to stop your staring contest with the blonde. Tempting him to follow right after you as you slowly walk away he contemplates if you would ever accept his imagination. He stops his concerns and follows right after. Getting closer as you’re both under the moonlight away from everyone else.
By Paulina3 years ago in Fiction
💤 Lucid Dream💤
“Cause I’m hard to love.” A statement he said that was keeping you both from being together. It didn’t help to know that he was stubborn. But you loved him for his stubbornness.
By Paulina3 years ago in Fiction
THIS STUPID THING CALLED LOVE
"I love you" comes easily from anybody. It is all over the place, too many people talking about love, what it is, what it is not and what it should be. Two people meet and two days later " I think I am in love with you'.
By Chiamaka Chikamnele3 years ago in Fiction
The Wait. Top Story - November 2023.
Dialing her number, I press the button and put my phone on speaker. While it rings, I pour myself a coffee and pop down two pieces of rye bread in the toaster, waiting for my daughter to answer.
By JBaz3 years ago in Fiction
Stranger Giving
The day is Thanksgiving and Evan Waters is a young ticket agent who works at RDU airport and has nowhere to be. His family doesn’t connect like they used to during the holidays and all of his friends have gone out of town to visit their families. Working next to him is an elderly woman by the name of Estelle. She has been a ticket agent for RDU for nearly 40 years.
By Joe Patterson3 years ago in Fiction
Perilous Pauline
Setting my books on the desk I dropped into a seat. Not in the very back of the room; too obvious. How do those students in the very back not know the back row is generally known to be trying to be invisible which, naturally, accomplishes the reverse? Nope. Two rows up with five more in front of me. Neutral territory. Hopefully it would keep the teacher from paying me much mind. College so far hadn’t been all I had hoped, and this class was just to fill a requirement.
By Andrew C McDonald3 years ago in Fiction
Disabled Love
“All right, buddy. This is it.” I looked out the car window to see that we’re at the park. I could feel both excitement and anxiety flutter in my stomach. I looked over to Jake, who simply smiled as he scratched my ear.
By R. N. M. Haubrock3 years ago in Fiction
The Sands of Time
The sand dunes tower over each other, making it impossible to see where they may end; each varying in a shade of sand colour, shadows dancing across the horizon. The ball of light in the sky was dropping below the tallest dune, glistening in the distance while the closest hills seemed to get darker before my very eyes. The sheer amount of teeny, tiny grains of sand it must take to fill this desert is completely unfathomable, incomprehensible. I would not like to be somebody who would have to count them all.
By Gabbie Speirs3 years ago in Fiction
Ephemeral Hearts
In the quaint town of Evervale, where secrets whispered through ancient trees and the river murmured untold tales, lived a boy named Aiden. Aiden was different—he couldn't die. His existence was an enigma that cast a shadow over his childhood, a shadow that grew longer as the years passed, marking him as an eternal outsider.
By Oliver 3 years ago in Fiction
The Call of the Soul
It was a cold winter's day in New York City. The wind blew hard and the snowflakes fell like delicate white feathers. Amidst the hustle and bustle of the city, two strangers, Emily and David, happened to meet on the subway platform.
By Crystal Cheng3 years ago in Fiction
TRAIN OF THOUGHT
It was a spring day, and the writer sat on a bench under the station clock. He took a deep breath, revelling in the sensation of rebirth in the warm air. In the distance, far off, below the backdrop of craggy, pine-covered mountains, he could just make out a dot that signified the oncoming train.
By Maryam Ali3 years ago in Fiction