Love

The Day My Name Stopped Belonging to Me
Have you ever heard your name spoken and felt nothing? Not pride. Not recognition. Just a strange distance, like it belonged to someone else entirely.
By John Smith9 months ago in Fiction
50% Off Regrets: From Holiday Sale To Instant Romance
Janelle only stepped out to grab some aluminum foil. You know, basic mom shit; not at all “life-changing moment with a fine stranger” energy.
By Rose Luxe9 months ago in Fiction
TCoE: Dayne & Darzith
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By Mel E. Furnish9 months ago in Fiction
A Rose for Rose
October 2nd “Rose, Rose, Rose, Rose.” My uncle strode into the room, shaking his head in disappointment. “Will I ever see you be wed? At this point, I’ll be six feet under before you choose a husband.”
By Sharon Gentry9 months ago in Fiction
Lifetimes . Content Warning.
Anna I smile as I walk up to him watching him wipe the dirt and sweat off of his face as the sunlight sparkles in his Green eyes and they catch mine I don't know if its this Tennessee heat or the infatuation I have for this man but my heart skips a beat as he covers his forehead with his hand to get a better look and he says Ms. walker you ain't supposed to be out here, I fold my arms as I say now Jimmy how many times do I have to tell you to call me Anna?, Ms. Walker is my mama. He shakes his head as he says well either way you know if you are caught out here talking to me your daddy is gonna have your head and possibly mine, I shrug and say well the war is taking up most of his time and Mr. Johnson is taking up my mama's so I think I'm safe.
By cheyenne 9 months ago in Fiction
Pancakes Made with Love
Last year when I woke up to the smell of pancakes it was great. Now it isn’t as good as it used to be. I got out of bed this morning to find a stack of them on the table. A small pat of soy butter on top of them. Pumpkin jelly is in between the pancakes that were made. And a huge amount of my favorite syrup poured on top. Along with some scrambled vegan eggs with cheese melted throughout.
By Raphael Fontenelle9 months ago in Fiction
How to Become the Woman Who Leaves
Product Type: Survival Manual Intended User: You Language: Plain, because being clear saves time. Disclaimer: These instructions will not prevent grief. They only make it survivable.
By Ajan Lori A. 9 months ago in Fiction
Echoes of You
Message One Sent: Mission Day 12 Estimated Receipt: Day 4,387 They didn’t tell me how long it would take for my voice to reach you.
By Logan M. Snyder9 months ago in Fiction
Neutrino Factor
Fuck you, she said, fuck you, was the last thing she said to me—bitch, I wanted to say. That was all she said, that was your only response—that’s it, all you’re going to tell me?
By Gerry Thibeault9 months ago in Fiction
Thoughts on Plot and Structure. Runner-Up in Craft Over Catharsis Challenge.
If you say that plots are limited, that there are only so many ways a story can go, can move its way into the reader's mind, walk around and influence things while it's there, can end…if you are one who says that, my humble assessment is you may have erred, miscalculated, misspoken.
By Canute Limarider9 months ago in Fiction
Fading
This short story is about the origins of The Memory Scrambler - a powerful being that was once a young bride named Sofayna that has been used for centuries by Sithmora under the orders of Demise.
By Mel E. Furnish9 months ago in Fiction
Love is a dagger
You've been living in the Watchtower for a few years now, and everyone treats you as family, friend, sister, except Loki. He's always treated you as his entertainment, but you never minded; you found it fun at times, thought of him as a friend, and believed that he secretly thinks of you as one too. Today marks the 3rd anniversary of your joining the Avengers, and a small party has been thrown by the team for you.
By Digi Dragon 05 (Or Digi or Revely)9 months ago in Fiction