Love

Unvalentined
it's become rather predictable, with all the flowers sprayeda holiday, inventional, to keep the sellers paida day set, wholly acceptable, putting romance on paradeFebruary fourteenths sentimental, and they call it valentines dayseems we're all susceptible, as subtle as a snake or razorbladebound to get us all in trouble, wearing a lovers accoladewhat seems harmless and elemental, leaves you needing a band-aidaffections turned to rituals, handled like a hand grenadeeveryone is expendable, you can't escape unscathedfirst blood is unforgettable, until everyone is maimedso hold on to you receptacle, not everyone enjoys getting sprayedthe carnage can be survivable, when love is written on a heart shaped page***
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden9 months ago in Fiction
The Silent Climb
In a peaceful village nestled between vast hills and serene lakes, lived a boy named Ayan. He was known for his quiet nature, yet his mind was bursting with dreams. Unlike his peers who were satisfied with routine, Ayan longed for adventure, exploration, and achievement—all synonyms of the ambitions he nurtured silently.
By meerjanan9 months ago in Fiction
The Silent Climb
In a quiet village nestled between green hills and calm lakes, there lived a boy named Ayan. He was quiet by nature, often seen sitting under the old fig tree with a faraway look in his eyes. While others played, he would sketch mountains, write in his worn notebook, and stare at the peaks beyond the horizon.
By meerjanan9 months ago in Fiction
The Lantern in the Attic
There was a house on the edge of the village that no one spoke of, not unless the wind was still and the night felt too long. It stood at the top of the hill, half-hidden by ivy and time, its windows clouded with dust, its porch sagging under the weight of years. The other children said it was cursed. They claimed they’d seen shadows where there should be none, heard laughter when the house had been empty for decades.
By meerjanan9 months ago in Fiction
The Window That Waited
In a quiet corner of the city, where the traffic never quite quieted and the buildings leaned into each other like old friends, stood a weathered apartment block with peeling paint and a rusted fire escape. It wasn’t grand or new, but it had stood for decades, holding stories in its walls.
By meerjanan9 months ago in Fiction
The Ballad of Lydia and Christopher. Runner-Up in Mismatch Challenge. Top Story - January 2026. Content Warning.
[YouTube Video Filmed in 2021] A: This castle is creepy as hell and old as shit. I swear we probably just stepped in some dirt and ruined our new shoes but that's beside the point.
By Annie Kapur9 months ago in Fiction
Beauty of Ares
The first sign that things were not going well was when Lisbet’s mother asked her to go through her clothes to clear some space in her closet. Lisbet had not thought anything of it. Dutifully, she went through her dresses and made a pile of the ones that didn’t really fit her, were likely to malfunction, were less-than-ideal gifts, and weren’t that flattering to begin with. She thought there was something magical on the horizon, like a vacation or a project that would require her to get new clothes and that was the reason she needed more closet space.
By Stephanie Van Orman9 months ago in Fiction
Sleeping Prince
“How’s she doing?” Tanya asked over the speaker. “The pickup went fine if that’s what you’re wondering,” Gage replied, his voice husky in the lunar light.
By Stephanie Van Orman9 months ago in Fiction
My Last Letter to Him 💌
Dear , How are you? 🍀 I’m not sure if I will ever send you this letter. In many ways, life has already answered that for me. Distance has done what words could not. You are far away now, and I never truly had the chance to say goodbye the way I wanted to.
By Harsh Chaudhari 🌸9 months ago in Fiction
The Silent War the World Is Already Fighting
The Silent War the World Is Already Fighting When people think about war, they imagine soldiers, tanks, and explosions. But today, some of the most dangerous battles are happening quietly—without gunfire, without borders, and often without the public even noticing. This is the age of cyber warfare, and it has already changed how nations compete for power.
By Wings of Time 9 months ago in Fiction
If You Love Me, You'll Do It. Top Story - January 2026.
I met Jason when I was five years old. I could say that I loved him from the moment I saw him. He was so handsome to me and I felt in awe by his presence. When they introduced him as the new kid in school, I wanted to be his friend right away. I remember it like it was yesterday. I remember his smile and how he didn't seem shy. He appeared confident and ready to learn. I waved at him and said "hello," before anyone else could even say a word. He sat next to me, and I asked him if he wanted to be friends. He looked so happy as he said, "Yes!"
By Sidney Smith (Sid Smith)9 months ago in Fiction
The Gentle Work of Loving You
“Sweetheart stop making a mess please” “Okay mama” “Do you want a snack?” “Yes thank you” “Here’s some cookies” “What happened sweetheart why are you screaming???”
By Diani Alvarenga9 months ago in Fiction