Love
For All Those Whom We Love and Value - Chapter Four
Prologue Chapter One Chapter Two Read the previous chapter here... Anthony Lockwood, Viscount Berrington, was not a man generally given to anxious fretting. Such men did not last long in the army, and while Anthony had certainly faced any number of fearful situations, he had fought his way through them. Still, he had not survived so long as a soldier by ignoring his instincts, either.
By Natasja Rose3 years ago in Fiction
Past Lives And New Beginnings
As a young woman in her early 20s, Emily had always been fascinated by the idea of past lives. She had read countless books on the subject and spent hours pouring over the details of other people’s supposed reincarnations. So when she heard about a hypnotherapist who claimed to be able to help people access their past lives, she jumped at the chance to try it out.
By Exerteza_writes3 years ago in Fiction
Reset Buttons Don't Exist
Sorry, the password you have entered is incorrect. Please try again, or click here to reset your password. Sonja read the text on her TV screen with a heavy sigh. "Dammit, Rob," she muttered, "this one, too?!" She dropped the remote on the coffee table and leaned back on the couch, fuming but trying her hardest to calm herself with deep breaths. It had been a long, shitty week in a string of long, shitty weeks; her rent had been increased without notice (again), her boss was being extra sadistic for some unknown reason, plus her life was currently spiraling ever since the breakup. All she wanted that weekend was to unwind by binging a few dozen hours of her favorite show, but as soon as she opened Netflix that little beauty popped up in her face.
By Natalie Gray3 years ago in Fiction
A Rainy Day Love Story
As I sit at my desk, staring out the window at the pouring rain, I can't help but think about the first time I saw her. It was a dreary day much like this one, and I was running late for my shift at the coffee shop. I rushed through the door, dripping wet and flustered, when I saw her standing in line. She was beautiful, with long brunette hair and bright green eyes that sparkled even in the dull light of the shop.
By Axay Patel3 years ago in Fiction
Grief Spiral
With a notecard and a roll of packing tape in hand, I marched my way up to the mailbox. "Cameron is dead," read my message in stark red Sharpie, which I now realize looked a bit garish. However, in the weight of the moment, I was too proud, too dedicated to my mission to retreat and revise. I was not going to stop, even for a second, until my message was fastened to the inside of the mailbox. Unmissable to the postman's eye.
By Erin Latham Shea3 years ago in Fiction
Love Beyond the Grave
The sun had set hours ago and the moon was high in the sky as Sarah and her boyfriend, Michael, made their way through the old, overgrown cemetery. They had heard rumors of a ghost that haunted the graves and they were determined to catch a glimpse of it.
By Padmakumar3 years ago in Fiction
"The Beauty of a Winter Storm"
It was a cold winter morning when I woke up and looked outside my window. I could see that the entire landscape was covered in a blanket of snow, and the sky was gray and ominous. The forecast had predicted a winter storm, and it had been right. I could feel the chill in the air as I dressed and prepared for the day.
By Beyond the Brightness3 years ago in Fiction
We Need To Forgive Before We Can Unite
Colleen sailed a sea stone into the sea and watched as it hit the waves rushing inshore, splashing water in his direction. Because the sea was rough, seawater sprinkled his t-shirt, hair, and face. He didn’t budge. Again, his attention was as if he was waiting for something or someone on a boat to come in.
By Annelise Lords 3 years ago in Fiction
Tales of London #6
The teak desk dominated the whole room. It was very old, maybe even a century or so old, with a lot of drawers and carvings. It was also so huge that the five big leather armchairs on one side looked like those tiny ones kids used in kindergarten next to it. That desk was saying power, influence, importance.
By John H. Knight3 years ago in Fiction
