Love
The End of an Era
Nature slowly changed from orange hues to pure white. Winter was closing in faster than she thought it would. It felt bittersweet. She'd always enjoyed winter, always loved the cold and the snow. But this year it felt wrong and she was filled with despair.
By Emilie Turner3 years ago in Fiction
The Connection
The internet has opened up a whole new world for humanity. It has connected us like never before and enabled the sharing of unprecedented amounts of information. This has allowed us to make rapid progress as a society… unless you’re an idiot like me who use the vast powers of the internet to do something as foolish as creeping on someone. I say that as I sit in front of the screen, scrolling through the Facebook page of a girl I liked 20 years ago. I know it’s horrible. I know I shouldn’t be doing it. She probably wouldn’t appreciate some random guy creeping her on Facebook. Yet here I am anyways. So what is it about this girl that I’m willing to break social taboos for? I met her 20 years ago and thought we had a great connection, but due to a serious case of paralysing fear and nervousness, I messed up at the moment that I was supposed to ask her out. Although time has faded my memory of it somewhat, that mistake continues to haunt me to this very day. I strongly believed that she was the ‘one.’ I’ve met other girls after her, sure, but each new person I meet only seems to reinforce how perfect she is compared to them. I’m probably wrong. Maybe my admiration of her is just in my head and has no basis in reality. But I can’t help the way I feel. To me, there was no coming back from that mistake. That was a pivotal moment in my timeline - where it split into two different futures: the one where I end up with the girl of my dreams and the one where I am now - alone and unable to move on from something that happened a long time ago. The scary thing about the internet is how it makes it almost impossible to move on. Despite how it sounds, I’m not blaming the technology though. I‘m perfectly aware that it’s really my own stubbornness that’s making it impossible to move on. Unfortunately, my awareness of my stubbornness does little to motivate me to overcome it. To make matters worse, now that I’ve found her on social media, I’m too afraid to act on it. Looking at her page, I can infer from the information that’s accessible to me that she’s probably happily married, with a family of her own. 20 years is a long time. In that time she lived her life fully, while I’ve been stuck in limbo. I’m just hoping for one last miracle. I’ve decided to do it. After lurking for so long, I’m finally going to send a friend request.
By Ghostface Writer3 years ago in Fiction
Reset Your Password
Once upon a time, in a far-off kingdom, there lived a young prince named Alexander. He was a kind and caring ruler, beloved by his people. Alexander was known for his intelligence and his ability to solve problems with ease. He was always ready to help his people in any way he could and his kingdom was prospering under his rule. But one day, an evil sorcerer cast a spell on the prince, causing him to forget his own identity and the secrets to the kingdom's prosperity.
By syam mathew3 years ago in Fiction
The Art of Conversation
I was raised in a small, isolated community. I became friends with several of those born from the Germans and Scots clans who settled the original tracts of land. We were all foreigners, on the unexplored border territories, needing to find a way to survive. It was a test ground to see how humans establish their niche.
By Katherine D. Graham3 years ago in Fiction
The UN-expected Vault
The UN-expected Vault I screwed my eyes shut and scrutinized the panorama displayed on the backs of my eyelids. An alarmingly stark landscape lay before me. Nothing lay behind me, not even the shambles of what had once been. I approached the single identifiable feature that stood out among the nondescript monochromatic lumps littering the central plain of my imagination. It was a vault, a formidable-looking vault as big as—well, it was big. Warehouse-big.
By Ben Waggoner3 years ago in Fiction
