Love
The House With Two Halves
CHAPTER ONE Torsten sat in the window seat in his bedroom. Half of the stained glass window was flung open, and sitting so near the window, he gave the whole court something to see. His beauty was rare and rich, as he was the youngest son of the King and Queen. He was a prince. However, he had a very different fate from the other princes of the kingdom.
By Stephanie Van Orman2 days ago in Fiction
Not There. Content Warning.
He always touched me like he was checking I was still there. Not urgently. Not roughly. Just a hand on my wrist, my shoulder, the small of my back when we moved through rooms together. A habit I learned to expect before I learned to question. I told myself it was affection, that he needed closeness the way some people need reassurance. I never pulled away. I didn’t want him to think I could disappear again.
By Courtney Jones2 days ago in Fiction
The steps to losing a child. Top Story - January 2026. Content Warning.
Step One: Lose a child. Not what anyone wants to happen and nothing you can do to change it, but you can go through steps to becoming happy again. You can go through steps to loving again. You can go through steps to become a new you because after losing a child you will never be the same person you once were.
By Tabitha Hinkley2 days ago in Fiction
Steps to losing a child. Content Warning.
Step One: Lose a child. Not what anyone wants to happen and nothing you can do to change it, but you can go through steps to becoming happy again. You can go through steps to loving again. You can go through steps to become a new you because after losing a child you will never be the same person you once were.
By Tabitha Hinkley2 days ago in Fiction
The Library
Nihil River flowed through Neocity, curving under a wooden bridge near the Library. Mathilde had been walking along the river for the past few days. Not having her own transportation put her in a category of people needing special attention. However, special attention required money, which she didn't have to spare. She had been saving all the money from Mr. Burry's generous pocket, carefully putting it aside for this adventure. An adventure and an escape. It was the first journey she had embarked on since turning twenty. Children were no longer children at this age and could now choose for themselves. Mathilde had slipped from her parents' orbit, especially her mother's.
By Moon Desert3 days ago in Fiction
