Love

The Shadows of Greenhall
_Part One: The Dance of Light and Shadows in Greenhall_ The autumn air of the outskirts carried the scent of damp earth and fallen yellow leaves, caressing the tall windows of Greenhall Manor. Its stone walls, once adorned with the grandeur of carved stones and vibrant paintings, now bore cracks and faded colors, whispering a silent tale of years steeped in solitude. Amid this heavy stillness sat Liovna, her golden hair shimmering like silk threads in the candlelight. Her white dress, with its delicate lace trim and voluminous sleeves, seemed to have stepped out of a distant dream into this cold room. The simple gold necklace at her throat—her only memento from her mother—trembled faintly with each breath.
By Vafa Abbasi3 months ago in Fiction
Megara: The Mechanism of Madness
On the Mechanism Cebes and Atlas are enjoying themselves at their favorite coffee shop after a prodigious session of alcohol consumption. They are coming down from their drunken state but Altas is in a cheerful mood for more, while Cebes is in a melancholy mood questioning his thoughts and emotional state.
By G.A. Sebastián3 months ago in Fiction
The Girl by the Sea – Part 3. AI-Generated.
The days in Havenbrook began to blend into one another, stitched together by the rhythm of waves and the quiet companionship that neither Ethan nor Amelia fully understood. He would find her by the shore each morning, sketching in silence while the gulls cried above. She never asked him why he returned, and he never explained. Sometimes, he brought her seashells without meaning to, setting them beside her like apologies left unspoken. Other times, he simply stood behind her, watching the sea breathe and break. To anyone else, it was nothing—but to them, it was everything. A wordless understanding, fragile but real. Ethan had promised himself he wouldn’t stay, yet with every sunrise, his absence became harder to imagine. Amelia, too, began to feel the quiet tether between them tighten, though she pretended not to notice. Love, she realized, often begins in silence—growing roots beneath the things we never say.
By Yaseen khan3 months ago in Fiction
Revenge Is Best Served with Spite
Michael sat down at his laptop. This time, he was determined to go through with it. Unlike all the other times before, he now had someone to share his life with. Someone with whom he could find the happiness that he had been seeking for many years.
By Calvin London3 months ago in Fiction
Knight & Day. Honorable Mention in Parallel Lives Challenge.
Roger had a very happy childhood. He was the youngest of four children, all children of Carl and Betty Knight. Sasha was only ten months older than him. She had been born prematurely but never let her smaller stature stop her from reaching her goals. Tommy was three years older than him and was believed to be the most athletic. Jackie, five years older, was considered the smartest — that is, until Roger came along. Don’t get me wrong. All four were very brilliant. Roger just seemed to catch on to things quicker than his older siblings.
By David E. Perry3 months ago in Fiction
The Girl by the Sea – Part 2. AI-Generated.
Ethan Cole thought he had mastered the art of vanishing—slipping through places without leaving a trace, never allowing roots to form. But ever since the morning he crossed paths with Amelia Hart, something within him had shifted, quietly and unwillingly. He found himself wandering back to the shoreline where she often sat, her presence lingering in the salt-stained air like a question he refused to answer. He told himself he didn’t care, that she was only a momentary distraction, yet his feet betrayed him, guiding him back to the very place he swore he would not return. Amelia stood once again at the water’s edge, sketchbook resting against her palm, her gaze drifting across the ocean with the softness of someone who believed in things he no longer did—hope, healing, the possibility of gentle endings. When he approached, she didn’t turn to him, yet she felt him, as one feels the first drop of rain before the storm. “You came back,” she said quietly. Ethan’s silence was not agreement, but it was not denial either. He looked at her drawing—the horizon, stretching farther than any man could run. “I don’t stay,” he murmured, almost to himself. “I don’t belong anywhere.”
By Yaseen khan3 months ago in Fiction
Tune Between Smiles
A soft tune, a quiet smile, and a story that feels like rain. He laughed at the mirror again, the kind of laugh that hides a thousand tiny worries. His morning coffee went cold, but he didn’t care. The city outside was loud, restless, alive. Inside, his heart hummed an offbeat melody that only she knew.
By MUHAMMAD SHAFIE3 months ago in Fiction
Stars Behind My Eyelids
I held my breath for what seemed like an eternity. As I clamped my eyelids shut, stars started to form in the darkness — kaleidoscopic and mesmerising. Everything slowed to a dreamlike drift, and my heartbeat’s rapidly escalating pace threatened to fling the swollen organ across the dancefloor.
By Paul Stewart3 months ago in Fiction
Hazel. Runner-Up in Parallel Lives Challenge. Top Story - October 2025.
In another world Hazel was dead. Arin knew because he threw up at her funeral. All over his shoes. The casket. The pretty flowers he used to grow for her. All of it covered in vomit like some last desecration of her beauty. Hazel should have been one of those untouchable things, a crystal figurine put up on the highest shelf and locked behind closed doors to avoid breaking.
By Silver Daux3 months ago in Fiction
Ashes of Yesterday
“Evelyn… is that really you?” Marcus squinted at the figure in the dimly lit café, unsure if his eyes were playing tricks on him. Time had sculpted her differently: the bright, audacious girl he once knew had vanished, replaced by someone quieter, more measured, yet undeniably familiar.
By Ethan Cole3 months ago in Fiction
Whispers Between the Pages
Chapter 1: The Attic Discovery It was the first rainy day of summer when 17-year-old Elara stumbled into the attic of her late grandmother’s house. The air smelled of cedar and old paper, the kind that seemed to whisper stories of the past. Among the dust-covered boxes and forgotten holiday decorations, a small leather-bound journal caught her eye.
By Ethan Cole3 months ago in Fiction
The Girl by the Sea – Part 1. AI-Generated.
The sun had barely risen over the small coastal town of Havenbrook, stretching soft golden light across silent streets and sleepy rooftops. Morning mist curled over the shoreline, wrapping the ocean in a gentle haze. It was here, at the jagged edge of town where land kissed the sea, that Amelia Hart often found herself—barefoot on damp sand, sketchbook in hand, searching for something she couldn’t quite name.
By Yaseen khan3 months ago in Fiction