Love
"The Triangle of Hearts"
In the small, picturesque town of Willowbrook, nestled in the rolling hills of Vermont, there lived three brothers: Gabriel, Ethan, and Liam. The Anderson brothers were known for their charisma and charm, but it was their tragic love story that would become the stuff of local legend.
By Chika Unaigwe3 years ago in Fiction
Boombox
It was all Michael’s fault. After three weeks of dating, he really wanted to do something special for Sara. There were flowers (white roses; a favourite she mentioned in passing), candy (little Coke bottles; he liked them, too), and a dinner (home cooked when his parents were out and he finally learned how to make his own bread). It was all perfect; Sara told him so. And then, his first big mistake that felt like the perfect ending.
By Kendall Defoe 3 years ago in Fiction
LYNDA: THE SERIES. EPISODE ONE
As I sat on the plane, staring out the window, I couldn't help but think about everything I was leaving behind. My home, my friends, my family, and most importantly, my heart. I had just gone through the worst heartbreak of my life. My fiancé had cheated on me on our wedding day. It was a nightmare that I couldn't seem to wake up from, and it haunts me every night as I sleep.
By Archibong James3 years ago in Fiction
Moonlit Connections
In a tranquil, idyllic village nestled between rolling hills and a shimmering lake, there lived a young woman named Lily. Lily was a curious and introspective soul, known throughout the village for her deep connection to the natural world and her fascination with the mysteries of the cosmos. Among the many celestial wonders that intrigued her, the moon held a special place in her heart.
By Loyiso Mahambehlala3 years ago in Fiction
Smitten
Toby raced across the beach towards the water. Warm sand caressed his toes as he prayed he wasn’t too late. He headed for the swell of the shallow waves as they crashed and glided their way closer to shore. He heard his parents call his name in the distance, warning him not to go far as he searched through the faces baking in the summer sun.
By Sian N. Clutton3 years ago in Fiction
gone too soon...
Left aidless in the chilling medical institution, his colour was stolen by the ghosts of trauma. I scanned his broken form, digesting the tragic sight of his wounded leg, lost like a tree trunk bereft of its branches. The raw tears gently trickling down his sob-stained cheeks embodied the shattered dreams slipped too soon.
By Sonia Agarwal3 years ago in Fiction




