Love

Ashes of Two Roses
The first time Leila Vardani saw Arman Soltoyev, the sun had just dipped below the mountains, turning the sky into a slow-bleeding crimson—an omen, her grandmother would have said. But Leila didn’t believe in omens. She believed in instinct. And every instinct she had whispered one thing the moment his eyes locked with hers:
By Alisher Jumayevabout a month ago in Fiction
A Young Boy Selling Umbrellas in a Rainy Village. AI-Generated.
Rain had a way of transforming the small mountain village. The dusty paths turned dark and glossy, the smell of wet earth rose into the air, and the sound of raindrops on tin roofs became a soft rhythm that echoed through every narrow lane. For most villagers, the rainy season meant staying indoors, waiting for the clouds to tire themselves out. But for twelve-year-old Rafi, it was the most important time of the year.
By Bilal Mohammadiabout a month ago in Fiction
Christmas Tales ~ The White House Christmas Thief
‘Tis the season of giving, and within the grand halls of the White House, the spirit of Christmas comes alive. Lavish decorations adorn the public rooms, showcasing mesmerizing Christmas themes. Unfortunately, the less fortunate souls shall never witness the splendor nor partake in the extravagant feasts that grace this festive occasion. However, there exists a White House Christmas Thief who harbors deep compassion for the destitute, and this tale unveils her most generous heist yet!
By Mia Z. Edwardsabout a month ago in Fiction
Where Stardust Becomes Love
Some children inherit lullabies, some inherit bedtime stories—but I inherited silence. A silence filled with questions no one could answer. A silence shaped like a mother I never met.
By Mohammad umarabout a month ago in Fiction
The Photographer Who Forgot How To Smile
It was a quiet day, just like any other. I was getting ready for work at “The Shadow Publishing House”. When I stepped outside, the wind hit my face, making me feel alive and full of energy. I started walking toward the office, greeting everyone I met along the way. I liked walking more than sitting alone in the car. I liked seeing faces, talking to people, catching their smiles. Everyone smiled back except one man. A street photographer.
By Vinotha Karthik2 months ago in Fiction
Malnourished
In our house, meals were not about hunger. They were ceremonies. Food arrived at the table carrying expectations, not nourishment. Each dish was proof. Proof that someone cared. Proof that effort had been made. Proof that love, however clumsy or distorted, had taken physical form. To refuse it was not to dislike the food. It was to reject the person who made it.
By Jesse Lee2 months ago in Fiction
The House That Waited for Her
At the very end of Briarwood Lane stood a small yellow house that leaned slightly to the left, as though time had pushed it down the road and it had finally grown tired of resisting. Its paint was chipped, its windows fogged, and its fence had long forgotten how to stand straight. Most people walked past it without a second look.
By Zidane2 months ago in Fiction
My Husband's Other Wife (And She's Me)
My Husband's Other Wife (And She's Me) The love affair began in our own attic, on a Tuesday afternoon meant for sorting old baby clothes.
By Abdul Muhammad 2 months ago in Fiction
The Last Letter He Never Sent
Mira always believed that some people enter our lives the way dawn enters the sky—quietly and without asking permission. That’s exactly how Adrian came into hers. He slipped into her daily routines, her conversations, her silences, until she couldn’t imagine a world where his voice wasn’t waiting for her every morning.
By Salman Writes2 months ago in Fiction
When the Moon Stopped Moving
The night Amina realized something had changed forever, the moon looked strangely still, as if it was holding its breath with her. She stood by the window of her small apartment, watching the clouds drift over the sky, clutching her phone the way a drowning person holds a piece of wood. She kept telling herself the message wasn’t real. It couldn’t be. Not after the promises, not after the way he held her, not after the way he whispered, “You’re the part of me the world was missing.”
By Salman Writes2 months ago in Fiction
The Princess and the Starborn Prince
Long before kingdoms carved borders into the earth, long before maps tried to claim the sky, there existed a place called Valyra — a land where mountains glowed at night and rivers shimmered like silver strings. Magic breathed softly through the land, subtle but alive.
By Zidane2 months ago in Fiction
Christmas Tales ~ Merry Grinchmas!
One late night, the mean Grinch headed to Washington, D.C., determined to steal all Christmas trees, strings of lights, and decorations from homes and streets. Suddenly, he was confronted by a blinding beam of light!
By Mia Z. Edwards2 months ago in Fiction