Young Adult
Meeting the Woman Who Would Have Been Your Wife
She's sitting in the hotel lobby, waiting. If he doesn't show up, it wouldn't be the first time - it's been five years since they've seen each other, one since they've spoken last. Every interaction before this has been built on a foundation of her waiting up and him backing out. Hell hath no wrath, or so the saying goes.
M.B. ArthurPublished 9 months ago in FictionThrough Your Eyes, Chapter One
My story starts in high school. Senior year. Graduation day. The happiest day of a teenager’s life. I’d already walked. No pranks or anything, as I was not the type to draw much attention to myself. One kid did go naked underneath his cap and gown, but he didn’t have the guts to flash the crowd or anything. His grandparents flew in from London by surprise to see him walk, so those plans were off. Altogether, it was pretty uneventful. It was an outside graduation, early Saturday morning. No ironic rain; just a beautiful day. We were the Haven Highlanders, class of who cares, marching in unison in tacky lightning yellow gowns. Everybody had white tassels, but I went with black. I’m not emo or anything, but I do appreciate meager acts of rebellion, and this was good enough. At the end of the alma mater, all the kids threw their caps in the air like a scene out of an eighties teenage dramedy. I took mine off instead and handed it to Mom, since I know she’d want to frame it and hang it in the house somewhere with my graduation photos. She’s sentimental enough for both of us.
Bryan BuffkinPublished 9 months ago in FictionCreative Mindset: Fueling Your Imagination
The Power of Creativity: Unleashing the Extraordinary Creativity: It's the magical thread that weaves the fabric of innovation, the spark that ignites transformation, and the force that propels human ingenuity beyond the boundaries of the ordinary. From the first stroke of a brush on canvas to the intricate lines of code in a digital masterpiece, creativity breathes life into the abstract, shapes the unimaginable, and bridges the realms of possibility. In a world brimming with complexities, let us delve into the profound realm of creativity and unearth its boundless potential.
Ravinder KumarPublished 9 months ago in FictionMoonfire Serenade
In a world adorned with twinkling stars and shimmering galaxies, there existed a mystical bond between Earth and the Moon. This ethereal connection was no mere cosmic occurrence; it was a story of love that transcended the boundaries of time and space. The tale of the Moonfire Serenade.
emad afsaryPublished 9 months ago in FictionA Tale of Magic, Elements, and Boundless Dreams
In the realm of the fantastical, where magic flowed freely and animals spoke, there existed a curious creature named Lumina, the First Bluebird. Her radiant feathers shimmered with the brilliance of the clearest sky, casting an enchanting hue wherever she flew. Lumina was not like the other birds in the kingdom; she possessed a unique and mesmerizing aura that set her apart. As the realm thrived with vibrant life, the wise old turtle named Terran held the key to its enigmatic origins. Terran's ancient wisdom and deep understanding of the world's secrets made him the go-to source for those seeking the answers to the realm's mysteries.
Shams Ul QammarPublished 9 months ago in FictionThe Adoption
In the center of the rugged, mountainous and war-torn landscapes of Afghanistan, there was a tenacious young soldier named Sergeant Adam Mitchell, who would soon infuriate a small group of people for having a heart.
Alex H MittelmanPublished 9 months ago in FictionUnrequited Whispers
In the quaint town of Willowbrook, nestled between rolling hills and shimmering lakes, lived a young boy named Oliver. With eyes as deep and soulful as the forest that bordered his home, he carried a heart brimming with an affection he had yet to express. Oliver's gaze was always drawn to the ethereal beauty of a girl named Eleanor, whose presence seemed to light up even the cloudiest of days.
Life Goes OnPublished 9 months ago in FictionEphemeral Euphoria
In a quaint coastal town nestled between rolling hills and a pristine shoreline, two souls found themselves entwined in the delicate dance of fate. Their story was one of love – a love that defied the constraints of time and circumstance, leaving an indelible mark on their hearts and the town they called home.
THE Snow Girl AND THE Fire Boy
There was quite a long time ago a man and his significant other, and they had no youngsters, which was an extraordinary pain to them. One winter's day, when the sun was sparkling splendidly, the couple were remaining outside their house, and the lady was taking a gander at every one of the little icicles that swung from the rooftop. She moaned, and going to her better half, she said, 'I wish I had however many kids as there are icicles hanging there.' 'Nothing would satisfy me all the more either,' answered her significant other. Then, at that point, a small icicle separated itself from the rooftop and dropped into the lady's mouth, who gulped it with a grin and said, 'Maybe I will bring forth a snow kid now!' Her significant other snickered at his better half's bizarre thought, and they returned to the house.
Emmanuel CheesemanPublished 9 months ago in FictionEmbracing Euphony
Chapter 1: Unspoken Longings The summer breeze gently ruffled Gil's tousled hair as he stood on the familiar street corner, staring down the road with a mix of anticipation and anxiety. This was the day he would see Mary again, the day his heart would dance to the rhythm of her presence. Six years had woven threads of connection between them, weaving a tapestry of shared laughter, secrets, and fleeting glances that lingered far longer than they should.
Júlia ChingorePublished 9 months ago in FictionThe sweet
It was at 4.30 AM. The sky was full of stars and no moon. The Toyota Innova I was taking back home from work was rushing past the Worli Sea Link amid the nocturnal sky. Unlike other days, I was reluctant to peek through the window and gaze at the breathtaking design of the cable-stayed bridge, dreaming of driving a red convertible along this road, feeling the wind in my hair, carefree while David Bowie's Hero played in the background. But not this day.
Antara KarPublished 9 months ago in FictionRed Button
I pressed the red button and everyone around me lost their memory. There was confusion on everyone's face but strangely enough, they were somewhat relieved as a heavy weight was taken from their shoulders. Yes, you guessed it right, memory is the biggest burden that all of us carry even if we do not want it. And even good memories often become very painful, worse than bad memories.
Natasha MatloobPublished 9 months ago in Fiction