Short Story

Mementos
I kept them all. Kept them safe. Through the years, I've kept everything, tied with the finest string, tucked gently, lovingly, into air-tight plastics, resistant to the ravages of time and the decaying powers of water, except perhaps where watery tears slice through invisible slats in my defenses, silent spells for luck slipping through love's permeable membranes, taking root.
By Christy Munson3 years ago in Fiction
Electric Mirage
The light of computer screens filled my office. Their glow lit up the interfaces I strained to piece together. I cracked my knuckles and stretched my fingers as I paused at this painstaking process. One screen flickered, and a figure appeared on the screen.
By Matthew Angelo3 years ago in Fiction
Love trapped in friendship
Once upon a time, in a quaint little town nestled amidst rolling hills and whispering trees, there lived two best friends, Lily and Alex. They were inseparable since they could remember, sharing secrets under the stars and laughter that echoed through the meadows. Now, Lily was as radiant as the morning sun, her smile could light up the gloomiest of days, while Alex possessed a heart as vast as the ocean, his kindness reaching every corner of their little world. Together, they were a sight to behold, a duo of pure joy and camaraderie. But as time spun its delicate web, something curious began to stir within their friendship. With every passing day, Lily found herself stealing glances at Alex when she thought he wasn't looking, admiring the way his eyes sparkled with kindness and his laughter danced like sunlight on water. And Alex, oh dear Alex, he too found himself drawn to Lily's gentle warmth, her laughter becoming the melody he longed to hear. Yet, they dared not speak of these newfound feelings, afraid that such delicate matters might shatter the beautiful bond they cherished. So, they continued their days as they always had, sharing dreams and adventures, all the while hiding the blossoming love trapped within their hearts. But love, dear reader, has a way of making its presence known, even in the quietest of moments. It whispered in the rustle of the leaves as they walked hand in hand, and it danced in the flicker of candlelight during their shared dinners. And try as they might, Lily and Alex could not ignore the gentle tug of their hearts growing stronger with each passing day. Until one fateful evening, as they sat beneath a canopy of stars, their eyes met, and in that silent exchange, they knew. Love had woven its enchanting spell around them, binding their souls in a tapestry of affection too strong to be denied. With trembling hands and hearts filled with hope, they spoke of their love, releasing it from the confines of friendship and letting it soar freely into the night sky. And as they embraced beneath the twinkling stars, they knew that their love, though once trapped in the safety of friendship, had now found its wings to fly higher than they ever dared to dream. And so, dear reader, let this tale be a reminder that love knows no bounds, not even the walls of friendship can contain its boundless spirit. For in the end, it is love that guides us, whether it be in the laughter of friendship or the embrace of something more.
By Dzikra3 years ago in Fiction
The Lady In Ice
Ever since Felix was 10 years young he would do the same thing every winter. It had started on December 1st 1991. The day was like any other , Felix had been awoken by his mother, got ready for school. He brushed his teeth, dressed in school uniform, and finally readied his school bag.
By Connor 3 years ago in Fiction
A Withered Branch Like Me. Content Warning.
I get why they did it, even if I can't forgive. It's so unusual for it to be fake. A kid says something like that, you believe them, 100%.
By L.C. Schäfer3 years ago in Fiction
The Beamish Boy
The day dawned chill and pale, muted by the whispering mists that rose from the swampy woods lapping the hillsides, a foreboding sea of green and soupy grey. Down there, between the warped trunks and mossy loam, the fug was thronged with the slimed bodies of creatures that thrive in the murk, the plashes and scurries and screeches of their morning japing sending eddies of animation into the haze, loosening its grip on their world. Further into the forest, where swamp segued to bog, and tussocked fingers of dry land became stretches of solid ground, droplets of sunlight sequined the vapour, shimmying between the trees and into small clearings, a suggestion of something charmed that belied the doleful lamentations emanating from those darker, denser columns of fog moving in still air on the edges of the quagmire.
By Hannah Moore3 years ago in Fiction
Caroline
Caroline is absolutely amazing. She is the best woman I've ever had, and she is truly made for me. Her soft, curly ebony locks, her smooth tanned skin, the curve of her backside are perfect. Just perfect. When I look into her deep brown eyes, I just know in my heart that we are meant to be.
By Jaye Pool3 years ago in Fiction
The Language of Flowers
The Language of Flowers In the quaint, cobbled streets of London, nestled amidst bustling markets and towering clocks, bloomed a secret language. It wasn't spoken aloud, but expressed in vibrant hues and delicate petals – the language of flowers. Amelia, a young woman with eyes the color of twilight and a heart brimming with unspoken emotions, was its most gifted translator.
By Abdul Qayyum3 years ago in Fiction
Dream Chasers
It began like any other night. Sara drifted off to sleep, her mind a clean slate ready to be painted with the vibrant colors of her subconscious. But this time, something felt different. The boundaries between dreams and reality blurred, and she was in a world like no other.
By Muhammad Sarmad Razzaq3 years ago in Fiction
special breakfast with you
Alright, let's paint a picture of a morning that's just a little extra special: a breakfast with you. It's one of those rare mornings where the sun rises a little brighter, the birds chirp a little louder, and the air is tinged with a sense of excitement. You wake up with a smile on your face, knowing that today is going to be something special.
By Wisnu Trilung Waluyo Jati3 years ago in Fiction
Beautiful Vinyl
Alright, let's dive into the world of vinyl, where crackles and pops are music to your ears and every record tells a story.
By Wisnu Trilung Waluyo Jati3 years ago in Fiction
What I dream when I am living with you
What I dream and what I want is actually just a simple thing but so priceless for me. What I dream and I want in the morning is do routine morning as a couple with you, send you to the office with a happy heart. I imagine being able to straighten your tie, wipe your forehead and face, comb your hair. We both looked at each other affectionately with happy smiles on both of our faces. You kissed my forehead, I kissed your hand, then you hugged me warmly and I returned it. I walked you until you got into your vehicle, then you waved your hand at me while sending a heart shape to me as a symbol of your love for me from the start.
By Annline3 years ago in Fiction