Young Adult
My Secret Girlfriend
Chapter 1: **A Love Built on Promises** Hi, my name is Eric, and this is my story—a story about love, commitment, and the choices we make when faced with temptation. I’m a 34-year-old engineer living in sunny California, and I’ve spent most of my life searching for a place to belong. Growing up in an orphanage taught me a lot about love, or rather the lack of it. But when I met Lisa, everything changed.
By Mustary Islam2 years ago in Fiction
18, my "first time"
Liangzi was a month older than me. We were both 17 back then. In that age when we always thought the world was unjust and love was extremely beautiful, he took my hand and called me girl. He often accompanied me on the playground after school and gave me a warm embrace when I quarreled with my parents.
By Cat Cat Story2 years ago in Fiction
Forever in the Dreamtime
The sun was setting over the vast expanse of the Australian outback, casting a warm orange glow over the dusty terrain. Aria stood at the edge of the community, gazing out at the seemingly endless landscape. She felt small and insignificant in the face of such vastness, yet at the same time, she felt a deep connection to this land and its people.
By Tales by J.J.2 years ago in Fiction
Liberty or...?
A link to the challenge: It was an easy decision, so he knew what he had to do. The boy was brought to his office in the middle of recess, and Mr. Daniels wanted to give himself a half-day. This was one of the kids that he never thought he would have to deal with, a kind-tempered boy he had seen delivering the greeting to several visitors when they bothered to consider his school important. And the name was…?
By Kendall Defoe 2 years ago in Fiction
But… I don’t remember…. Content Warning.
The rain pounded against the windows of the small apartment, the relentless storm outside mirroring the chaos inside Detective James Mathis’s mind. His hands trembled as he stared down at the blood-soaked knife in his grip, its cold steel glinting under the dim light of the room. Time seemed to stretch, each second dragging out as the horror of the situation slowly sank in.
By V-Ink Stories2 years ago in Fiction
Weekly Story: “THE WRONG SIDE OF THE STORY” #1 - Eliot
Unfortunately, the light pink colored pencil had gone missing. Exactly the color I was looking for to draw the flower on the scarf of the beautiful doctor girl. The girl in my coloring page smiled kindly. I had chosen this coloring page especially for tonight. My brother didn't come back until late and the drawing was very detailed. I had worked on it all afternoon to satisfy my impatience. Today I had gotten a good grade in math and I couldn't wait to tell my brother. The teacher praised me for the good result, because this was the first time in months that my grade was above average. Lately I had a lot of trouble concentrating, but this good hope made me feel that my dream of becoming a doctor could still come true. I decided that I would work very hard to do well. I grinned. If my brother heard me say this, he would laugh at me and say that it is too early to start dreaming at the age of nine. He told me to play and not to worry. But not worrying was impossible, last month my mother died of an alcohol addiction. My father had left us after I was born. Not that I got along with my mother that well. Only her house was important to me and my brother. When she died, we found out that she had a lot of debts and we had to stay with a friend of my brother's for a week: Eliot. It was very cozy and I watched television for the first time on a clean couch. After a week my brother had found a kind of shed. We stay dry there and we had been given beds and furniture by Eliot.
By aspire ᰔ academy2 years ago in Fiction
The Shadows of Yesterday: Unearthing a Family’s Dark Secret
The past is often a puzzle, with pieces hidden in plain sight or buried beneath layers of time and silence. For Amelia Carter, a simple spring-cleaning session in her late grandmother’s attic turned into a journey that would alter her life forever. It began with a dusty, leather-bound diary tucked inside an old wooden trunk—a forgotten relic that contained a world of secrets waiting to be uncovered.
By mureed hussain2 years ago in Fiction
