Love
Cold Cuts: Chapter 1. Content Warning.
"Faith!" I called for my friend from the other room in the suite we were in. I needed her to tie up my dress and to see when she would be ready. We were both famous for being fashionably late, but we really needed to get to this venue on time tonight.
By scaldingblktea 2 months ago in Fiction
Shared Location
Torn between two choices, she waits on the platform. Destination unknown. Which direction will her life take? Her heart does not hesitate. There is room enough for two. It beats for both just as fiercely. That’s where it feels right: two loves in harmony, side by side.
By Marjolein Greebe2 months ago in Fiction
For All The Ages. Top Story - November 2025.
Thalia, acknowledged bastard of the Royal House of Dorion, was not the simpleton that so many assumed her to be. It seemed to come with being the daughter of the goddess of beauty and love: everyone supposed that you could have no interest beyond fashion and relationships. Thalia was good at relationships, seeing them in others, or at least the potential for them. Other than that perception, and some minor shapeshifting abilities that allowed her to subtly change her features, her powers were extremely limited.
By Natasja Rose2 months ago in Fiction
🌙 “Grandma’s Last Petal”
---Story Begins I was eleven years old when my grandmother first showed me the flower. It lived in an old glass jar, the kind that used to hold honey years before I was born. The jar sat on the smallest shelf in her room — the one I wasn’t allowed to touch unless she was with me.
By Muhammad Kashif 2 months ago in Fiction
Forever Distant:. AI-Generated.
The station became drowning in shadows whilst Tiela arrived. Rain tapped against the iron roof, every drop echoing like a countdown. She clutched her coat tighter, her eyes fixed at the tracks that stretched into the unknown. someplace beyond them, Arman lived a lifestyles she not diagnosed.
By The Writer...A_Awan2 months ago in Fiction
The Scarecrow's Secret
Old Man Hemlock built the scarecrow at the edge of his failing wheat field with grim practicality. He dressed it in his own worn-out coat and a weathered hat, hoping its silent vigil would finally drive off the plague of crows. He called it "Straw Man" and thought no more about it.
By Habibullah2 months ago in Fiction









