Love
Ghost of You. Top Story - October 2025.
My life before Jaden was ordinary, almost as if I was living in grey. I noticed the color around me but it all seemed very dull. The night I met Jaden at concert he preformed at my life felt like it exploded in color and happiness, I had never felt a love like I had with him. My life after Jaden's accident became much darker than before I had met him. I thought we had forever, but time was a thief. I thought I had lost him until I laid down to take a nap, and as i drifted off to sleep I saw Jaden sitting next to me on the balcony of our hotel room in Hawaii sipping on coffee and smiling as he looked out at the sunrise. That was the day I discovered our love continued on in a parallel universe.
By Kimmiekins43 months ago in Fiction
Another Life
They weren't dreams. They weren't fictional fantasies. They were whispers of another life. Nancy didn't realize these visions didn't happen to other people until she was 10. She'd experienced them all of her 16 years, or at least all that she could remember.
By Julie Lacksonen3 months ago in Fiction
Snakes on a Pole
2004: We split. You take our knowledge, I take our desire. The brain and heart metaphor is somewhat apt. Other parts remain neutral or retain sovereignty, and reluctantly aid us both. The separation seeming both involuntary and undesirable (particularly on my end), our spirits long for unfractionation, and tug on each other.
By A. S. Lawrence3 months ago in Fiction
The Quiet that Remembers. Content Warning. AI-Generated.
Where the River Splits... Some nights, Lena dreams she is two women standing in the same rain. One stands at the kitchen sink, wrists submerged in cloudy dishwater, eyes fixed on the window as the sky turns the color of bruised fruit. Her wedding ring glints each time she moves.
By Ana Carter3 months ago in Fiction
The Lonely Moon and the Dancing Stars
The Moon was a creature of quiet grace and perfect order. She followed her path across the sky with a serene and constant rhythm, bathing the world below in a soft, silver light. But in her heart, she carried a quiet sorrow. She was lonely.
By Habibullah3 months ago in Fiction






