Love

Rex and Dottie
You know, I've always hated trains. Hated them! From the time I was a young pup, I just couldn't stand them. The noise. The smell.
By Misty Rae4 years ago in Fiction
I'm M, after meeting my first love, I want to tell your wife's story (2/2)
Until J's birthday, I want to celebrate with her and leave quietly. But the wish was not fulfilled. That day, she worked late, and I waited from the afternoon to eleven o'clock in the evening, watching her walk out of the office building with her colleagues, and I didn't even have the courage to stop her. She's already a paralegal and I'm just a parasite still spending my parents' money, and that feels really bad.
By GerLoXun4 years ago in Fiction
My Life❤️
I was always a lonely child growing up but one of the things I always wanted to do was become a youtuber. I always brushed it off because people, even my own family, would make fun of me for having such a silly dream.
By Juliett4 years ago in Fiction
MJ
I woke up on a Monday morning. Wait, I think it was a Wednesday afternoon. I haven't been able to remember much since my accident. The only way I know that today marks five years since my near-death experience is that I wrote it down on my calendar and cross each day as I go, but I'm not even sure that today's date is right before checking my phone. The brightness of the picture I got in front of some flamingoes at the zoo some time ago is making my head throb more than it was from the hangover. My breath still smelling like my Jack Daniels concoction from last night, I trudge through the hallway to the bathroom where I look at myself for the first time that morning.
By Staci Tate4 years ago in Fiction
A Boy I Once Loved
High school romances are not meant to last - at least in most cases. They are meant to be fleeting glances into the feeling of blood rushing through veins, heartbeats pounding against breastbones so hard the chance of breaking through is real, and fond memories of a chance at young love. They are not meant to be soul connections that stay with you through a lifetime, causing you to seek out the person you connected with in every new city and every face that bears the slightest resemblance to the one you miss without realizing it. They are not meant to scar your heart with unhealable wounds from the pieces they kept with them when they unerringly break.
By Tammy Deitz4 years ago in Fiction
I Thought Time Would Heal Everything
I know it's going to be Painful, what I have thrown myself into. Is it going to be ok? I hope so. I know this one thing for sure I'll be ok, no matter what happens.
By Mohammad Ahmed4 years ago in Fiction
The secret of intimate relationships
1 You can't make demands on your girlfriend if you have nothing? There is a treasure net male member to ask affection mentor: "don't you know how to talk, look just like, no car no room, can't talk about girlfriend?"
By dinruih4 years ago in Fiction
Fading memories
You weren't there when knowledge conquered fear. It was my very own victory. The biggest I've ever had on you, on me and on everything. Even on fate. You preferred to set me aside and disappear. Yes, I remember that moment fairly well.
By Iskall4 years ago in Fiction
Mark Anothony's Namesake
I awoke to the bittersweet sound of a violin being played. The instrument seemed to weep into the air and saturate its surroundings. I raised my head up from the seat and felt velvet beneath my hands. I looked to my left out the window and the world seemed to be passing me by. I was in a locomotive. It was speeding down the tracks. I could barely make out the countryside as the train sped on. I turned to the right and a man stood over me. He was wearing a pristine black tuxedo with a white napkin laid over his arm and on his other arm, he was holding a top hat. I jumped with fright. I wasn’t expecting a man to be standing there in such close proximity.
By Lily Caudill4 years ago in Fiction
Runaway Memories
Stillness surrounds me as I begin to awaken. Panic sets in that it's too quiet, smells of cleaning supplies, and day old laundry. Realizing my eyes are slower to open, my body is aching, and my head is pounding, I begin taking deep slow breaths striving to keep my panic at bay. Do you ever just feel that there's something wrong, that your mind's equilibrium is off, that's the exact feeling I was overcome with thirty seconds ago when my slumber began to dissipate.
By Jordan4 years ago in Fiction
A Stef in the Right Direction: Chapter 3
Stephanie never expected her unassuming, long-distance virtual boyfriend Timothy to just show up unannounced, especially since they had an entire ocean between them. But he was in her city now, whether she was ready for it or not, and she would have to figure out what she really wanted in life… among other things like kissing, flirting, and what not to wear on dates.
By Marie Sinadjan4 years ago in Fiction
The Winds of Wicklow Mountain
“PawPaw,” Aiden called out, his seven-year-old voice tweaking the inflection on the term of endearment for his grandpa. “It looks like it’s gonna rain on our heads. We should hurry to the top of the hill, PawPaw. Mom will be mad if I come back muddy. She’ll make me take a bath before dinner if I’m muddy. I don’t want to be muddy. And I really don’t want a bath, PawPaw. Let’s skip up the trail!”
By Tony Silva4 years ago in Fiction