Love
Stars
The boy would gaze at the stars outside his window every night before bed. He lived in a small wooden house near the fields of a quiet village. After a day's work in the fields, he would lean against the window, watching the stars in the sky above the fields, which shone exceptionally bright and beautiful. Every day, he would fix his gaze on the brightest star and watch it for a long time until he fell asleep.
By Han Kouyate3 years ago in Fiction
The Enchanted Heart's Delight
Elara was a teenage sorceress who lived in the fantastical kingdom of Serenadia, where magic flickered through the air like fireflies at night. Elara was well-known across the kingdom not for her powerful spells but rather for her playful attitude. She had a talent for making the most fantastical events humorous.
By Tamino-Nimi Abel3 years ago in Fiction
The Straw Hat Legacy
Monkey D. Luffy was a youthful, adventurous child who lived in a world with endless seas and opportunities for adventure at every corner. Luffy harbored a fantasy that would take him over boundless rivers and into the annals of history, thus his heart burned with an insatiable longing for adventure.
By Daniel Oluwatobi3 years ago in Fiction
Make Me Human. Top Story - September 2023.
We had not even a scrap of shared language, being from different galaxies and all, but after a lifetime of miscommunications I more or less knew what to do. It took a while, but we eventually established a sort of rudimentary sign language. I realized pretty quick that my two community college classes in ASL were not going to be much use here.
By Channah Shifrin3 years ago in Fiction
The Love Potion Prank
Two neighbors who couldn't be more dissimilar resided in the quaint small village of Willowbrook: Emma, an eccentric and daring young woman, and Henry, a quiet and introverted bookshop owner. They had an unsaid affinity that had been growing stronger with each passing day, possibly even in spite of their differences.
By Tamino-Nimi Abel3 years ago in Fiction
A Letter from the Heart
Emilia had always been enthralled by antiques, especially the appeal of handwritten letters. She loved the way history oozed out of torn books and paintings, as well as the mysteries concealed in their deft brushstrokes. She found a collection of yellowed envelopes bound with silk ribbon in her attic, among dusty boxes and abandoned artifacts. They were letters written by a former mate.
By Tamino-Nimi Abel3 years ago in Fiction
To Feel
Screaming punctured the musty, smoke-filled air, and all Lucas could think about was if he'd ever hated someone before. What was hate, really? Did it drill little holes inside you until your empathy drizzled out and left you a bitterly parched wasteland? Maybe it clobbered you suddenly like the subway muggers or adjusted notches of dislike so incrementally that you wouldn't recognize the changes until you withdrew your weapon one day and committed the crime that would later make an honorable mention on the nightly news.
By Alyssa Charpentier3 years ago in Fiction






