Love

Strategies for Navigating the Realm of Dating and Romance
In a world where connections are made and broken with a swipe, the art of dating and romance remains an intricate dance that transcends trends and technology. This journey is not merely about finding someone to share moments with, but about creating a profound connection that stands the test of time. Let's explore the strategies that can lead us to a love story that captivates the heart and soul.
By Sathish Kumar3 years ago in Fiction
The Washing Bucket That Was a Wishing Well
The sun beat down on Elizabeth’s back as she plunged the paddle into the dirty clothes sitting in the wooden washing bucket. With a great heave of her shoulders, she hoisted up the kettle of hot water off the fire and carefully tipped the water into the bucket. Grabbing the paddle, she spun the laundry around, turning it over, before throwing in a few handfuls of grated soap. Her younger brother William sat in the shady shadow of an oak tree, leaning against its trunk. He hummed as he grated more soap for the washing, his bare feet scrunching up the green grass. Sweat dripped from Elizabeth’s brow as steam rose up to her face.
By Rae Fairchild (MRB)3 years ago in Fiction
Childhood Friends
Once upon a time, in a quaint village nestled between rolling hills, lived two souls named Emma and Liam. They were childhood friends who shared everything from secrets to dreams. As they grew older, their bond deepened into something more profound. Their laughter echoed through the village, and their companionship was the envy of all.
By Jingky Villanueva3 years ago in Fiction
The Not So Ugly Duckling
Back when trees could walk and stones could talk, there was a huge family of ducks. The ducklings were dark spotty yellow feathered, with dark gray beaks. The adult ducks were a pee-stained yellowish-white color with feathers that looked like you'd plucked them, and light gray beaks.
By Haylee Sandberg3 years ago in Fiction
The Forgotten Diary
The attic had always been a place of mystery in Emily's childhood home. The dusty, cobweb-covered space at the top of the creaky stairs had been strictly off-limits to her and her siblings. As children, they had conjured tales of ghosts and monsters lurking in the shadows of that forgotten place. But now, as an adult returning to her family home after her parents' passing, Emily felt compelled to explore the attic's secrets.
By Ware Wolf3 years ago in Fiction
Spinderella
Once upon a time, as I am sure most of you have heard, there was a girl. Her name was Cinderella, and she was a beautiful young maid to her stepmothers and stepsisters. She awaited the day that her Prince Charming would swipe her off her feet, and if you know the story you wouldn't be surprised to hear that one day he did. Indeed!
By Ruby Estelle 3 years ago in Fiction
Cinderella and the Enchanted Compass
Once upon a time in a land filled with magic, lived a young woman named Ella. However, in this retelling of the classic fairy tale, Ella's defining trait was not her glass slipper but her extraordinary talent for navigation and her deep love for exploration. Ella's father, a skilled sailor, had passed on his knowledge to her, teaching her to read the stars and use an enchanted compass that always pointed toward adventure.
By Ojas Baid3 years ago in Fiction
An Age Ago
Eve, The first time I see your face is in anger. We’re stranded in the morning light, framed by lilies and lavender, clinging together in the Garden for the last time, cast away from everything we know by the claws of a cruel God. (You were not created for me, just as I was not created from him.) Your eyes are dark brown and your lips look like a refuge. You are the most beautiful woman in the universe, a goddess of love and wisdom. You remind me of a hurricane and your dress’s laces weave together like strands in a loom. You’re angry with me, as always, and your dark hair flows over your shoulders like venom. The rolling hills smell of incense and myrrh. (Some nights, secretly, when Father’s ear is turned from us, I think I’d rather reek of brimstone.)
By Sam Much3 years ago in Fiction
The Weaver's Threads of Unity
In the heart of a bustling kingdom named Kaleidosia, a unique village stood nestled among rolling hills. This village, called Harmony Haven, was unlike any other. Its inhabitants were an array of cultures, each living in separate districts. Despite their proximity, these districts remained disconnected, their diverse traditions existing in isolation.
By Ude Esther Anurika3 years ago in Fiction
Resurrecting the Heart's Melody
In the heart of a bustling city, where the rush of life drowned out the softest whispers of the heart, lived a boy named Ethan. He was known among his friends for his cynicism when it came to matters of the heart. Love, he believed, was a fickle and elusive emotion, a creation of poets and dreamers, not something tangible or real. He had witnessed friends fall in and out of love, seen relationships crumble under the weight of unmet expectations, and had become convinced that love was a myth, a fairy tale told to those who were foolish enough to believe in it.
By Ware Wolf3 years ago in Fiction
Fairy Tale Story: Mermaid part 2
Seraphina and Tristan's love continued to blossom, bridging the gap between their two worlds. The underwater kingdom and the human realm became closely connected, with cultural exchanges and alliances forming to foster understanding and harmony. However, challenges still lay ahead, as not everyone was open to the idea of a mermaid and a human being together.
By J Stories3 years ago in Fiction
Have you seen her?
Yes it was uncle Mandevu who took me to the National youth service some seven years earlier for the mandatory Paramilitary Youth training .And yes i had undergone my fair share of the Tough Training. I had succesfully done the passing out Parade and had gone ahead to do my diplpoma im food and beverage Management in the same College. And now Out and about a bold tough Young hotelier.
By William Karuri3 years ago in Fiction