Romance
PATRICIA. Content Warning.
"Discovering the Hidden Stories, Origins, and Significance of Names" In the ancient annals of history, the name Patricia held a significance that resonated through the ages. It was a name that bore the weight of wholeheartedness, poise, and an insatiable pursuit of perfectionism. The echoes of its meaning could be heard in the corridors of empires long past, whispered in the halls of grandeur.
By Esse Naeemah Ali2 years ago in Chapters
Oh, Canada
Chapter 8 On Saturday morning, I was up first and grabbed the bathroom before the other dancers soiled it. After my hair had dried, I got dressed and threw my winter gear on to walk to confession. The other day when I went uptown to the Immigration Office, I saw a Catholic Church about five or six blocks from Hanrahan's strip club, and I marched off in that direction.
By Tina D'Angelo2 years ago in Chapters
The Healing Garden
Once upon a time in a small, picturesque village nestled at the foot of a lush, emerald-green hill, there lived a woman named Clara. Clara had spent her entire life tending to her garden, a hidden oasis of tranquility behind her quaint cottage. This garden was no ordinary one; it was a sanctuary that held the power to heal not only the earth but also the souls of those who entered.
By Badmus Loveth2 years ago in Chapters
The Phantom of Stage 16
The first picture I ever made was called One Glance. It was the story of a man who falls hopelessly in love with a girl after catching just one glimpse of her in a crowded train station. He didn’t know her name or anything else about her. All he’d caught was a fleeting look at her face and a brief echo of her voice, but he knew he couldn’t live without her. The movie followed his ten-year journey to find her again without knowing a thing about her. I’d always thought that the story was sappy and preposterous. I never believed that someone could truly fall in love so quickly, until the day she wandered onto Stage 16.
By Rebekah Brannan2 years ago in Chapters
The Living Arc Angels Part 4. Content Warning.
(“NARRATED”) Andrea awoke early and rushed quickly to the bathroom. She flung open the door and dropped to her knees so hard she slid the rest of the way to the toilet. The feeling of losing her lunch was so intense she was forced to hold onto the tub with one hand to support herself. Concerned when he heard her throwing up, Tyler came to the bathroom and stood in the doorway. “Honey, what’s wrong?” She was unable to stop her current state long enough to answer him though. “I didn’t think that angels could get sick.” Suddenly, Andrea let out a bellowing groan and once again threw up. Only this Time the familiar bright white light shown between her hand and the tub she was holding on to. Tyler raised one eyebrow at that hand and calmly said, “Oh shit. This is going to hurt.” Seconds after the words escaped him, he was blown back across the hall and against the far wall, as the tub along with half the bathroom exploded.
By Timothy A Rowland2 years ago in Chapters
Chapter of My Life
Life on campus was a simple affair for someone like me, born into a modest family. Yet, within the humble surroundings of my dorm room, a fierce determination burned within me. It was a resolve to emulate the girl in the room next door – the one who seemed to effortlessly possess both beauty and intellect. However, my brain, it appeared, was an uncooperative partner in this endeavor. It would sulk whenever I attempted to study, displaying a stubborn streak that rejected my every effort. Whenever I tried to nourish it with knowledge, my thoughts wandered aimlessly, devoid of a true anchor. I found myself wondering aloud, "Must I search far and wide for contentment? Wouldn't a wealthy, reasonably attractive hero who accepts me as I am suffice?"
By tju tjhen tjen2 years ago in Chapters
Caress Your Affection.
Rustam couldn't figure out why he was in such a pinched position. Suddenly, he was floating in the air. Clumped gray clouds surrounded him. The sky was dark; there were no planes, and there was no parachute strapped to his shoulders.
By Dandan Muhamad Ramdan 2 years ago in Chapters
Save One Bullet
I was staying with my friend, Brenda until I found a place of my own. We were getting the daylights pounded out of us with a lake-effect snow storm coming in off Lake Ontario. The snow was falling an inch an hour and the high winds had turned it into a blizzard. Everything was shut down in and around Syracuse and Brenda had the next day off from the library. So, I asked her to help me with research on getting even with the people who had treated me so badly, Tom, Marcia, Rick, and I added Ned Wesson, simply because I didn't like him.
By Tina D'Angelo2 years ago in Chapters
