Love
Benjamin Brady & The Grand Affair
“Hey Lilah!” Ben called as he crossed the parking lot in three easy steps. Did I remember him? Barely. Last time I saw him, he had seemed like such a little kid. Now he was definitely not. The beauty of his face and his developed muscles caught me off guard almost as much as the hug he swept me up into.
By Leah Suzanne Deweyabout a month ago in Fiction
The Maiden & The Selkie King
The waves crashed lazily against the shoreline as Bridgett stared into the diamond water. Her bright hair whipped around like a blazing fire in the wind. The allure of the water and the impatience for her father’s return kept her sitting on the water’s edge for hours at a time. She counted the bobbing heads of dolphins and seals, noting the differences in their color and shapes. She thought about the stories her father told her about mermaids and sea monsters. Such grand adventures he had! She wanted to be a part of them and share in the adventures of such creatures. She’d often let her mind wander far off into the sea, where creatures would bring her in on dangerous adventures, or she would find her one true love. In her mind, she willed these stories to be true. She dreamed desperately of a time when she could join her father on sea voyages.
By Leah Suzanne Deweyabout a month ago in Fiction
Christian & The Devil. Content Warning.
She did her best to wipe the sleep from her eyes as she stepped out of her car into the brisk evening air. She paused for a moment to admire the beauty of the moon before dragging her heavy body to the front door. With just a bit too much force, she shoved the key into the lock and noticed the house was strangely quiet. As she pushed the door open, she dropped her keys and bags onto the floor to try to better grasp the image in front of her. Her mouth went dry, and her eyes started to turn wet.
By Leah Suzanne Deweyabout a month ago in Fiction
Campbell
There was a time when you knew me better than anyone else. We couldn’t be separated, and I couldn’t imagine life without you. I still remember every detail of your face. I still remember every different smile you had. I remember the softness in your voice and the scent of your skin as you held me close. I still remember those summer nights when it was so warm we could sleep outside and count the stars. You had loved me then. At least, I thought you did. Everything about you is frozen like a photograph in my mind. How could things have changed so much in six years? How could it have been so long since I even saw you, much less talked to you? I have no idea, but thinking about you now, the pain feels as fresh as it did the last moment I saw you.
By Leah Suzanne Deweyabout a month ago in Fiction
Wild Love at Christmas Eve. AI-Generated.
Snow had started falling just before sunset, turning the small town into a quiet dream. Christmas lights blinked softly along empty streets, and the air carried the scent of pine and distant fireplaces. For most people, Christmas Eve meant family, laughter, and warmth.
By Zahid Hussainabout a month ago in Fiction
The Taj Mahal
The Taj Mahal I did not expect it to feel so quiet. Not silent, just calm in a way that made my chest slow down without asking. The Taj Mahal stood there as if it had been waiting, not for crowds or cameras, but for someone willing to look beyond the shine. White marble catching the light, not showing off, simply being present. I realised then this place was not built to impress the world. It was built to hold a feeling that refused to disappear.
By Marie381Uk about a month ago in Fiction
Wild Love at Christmas Eve. Top Story - December 2025.
If we grow old together, help me to remember the catch in my voice when I faced this old world anew one Christmas Eve ... Aflock in the town's tavern, my head a mix of love and merry. Downing my glass of Moscato, my head spinning with claustrophobia, I ripped away from the endless whir of clutches and kisses. Pushing open the heavy wooden door, I found relief in the welcome outside air.
By Susan L. Marshallabout a month ago in Fiction
Monster Mash
This was a good first step, I told myself as I entered the cafe. I kept repeating that phrase, but it didn’t make it easier to blend in. I glanced around at all the humans sipping their coffees and getting caught up in their own little worlds. I envied them that simplicity. Humanity was always easier. I frowned and turned my attention back up front.
By Leah Suzanne Deweyabout a month ago in Fiction
Riptide; Chapter 4
Raven stops beside me on the deck. "Cannons at the ready, Captain." I nod, watching the ensign as they finish reknotting the remaining rigging of the mainmast. If this idea worked, we just might be able to get the fixed sail up. "Are they loaded?"
By Katarzyna Crevanabout a month ago in Fiction
The Gospel of Gumption
The assignment from her editor was a footnote, a punishment for having annoyed a major advertiser. “Go to Gumption, Vermont,” the email read. “Cover their ‘Fall Furnival.’ Yes, with a ‘U.’ File 500 words on the quirky local color. Try not to poison the well.”
By Habibullahabout a month ago in Fiction
