Love
Love Through Wrong Number
Love Through Wrong Number When a random text finds the right heart Sara hated evenings the most. Mornings were rushed, afternoons were noisy and distracted, but evenings were quiet in a way that made her feel too aware of being alone. She’d sit on her couch, scrolling aimlessly through her phone, pretending she wasn’t waiting for something she couldn’t name.
By Muhammad Haris khan afridi4 months ago in Fiction
RED LIGHTNING. Content Warning.
In my kitchen, I’m preparing to cook my favorite comfort food: spaghetti with garlic knots and a fresh salad with Thousand Island dressing. Lately, I’ve been indulging in comfort foods—sometimes it’s a bowl of Corn Pops topped with orange sherbet ice cream or Girl Scout Thin Mint Pop-Tarts with a cold glass of milk. The good news is the crying has finally passed. I was listening to Napster, playing my Morgan Wallen playlist, because seeing the world through "Whiskey Glasses" is exactly what I am doing right now. There’s nothing quite like country music for making the broken-hearted feel worse. Singing “Whiskey Glasses” at the top of my lungs, off-key, while I set up my solo dinner, I can feel the hollow ache of solitude. It’s hard being alone after so many years in a relationship—even a toxic one. I hear the next song, and Post Malone is serenading me, telling me this one’s for the losers. I will drink to that.
By T.D.Carter4 months ago in Fiction
One More Round
There was a knock at the door. Three of them, actually. Jax froze with his hand on the arm of the couch, the sound cutting through the air. Nobody knocked on his door anymore, not in a long time, not since everything stopped feeling like a home. It sounded like Misty’s knock. He stood up slowly, his heart pushing against his ribs like it wanted out, and crossed the living room that still smelled faintly of her perfume, no matter how many times he cleaned. The door handle felt cold in his palm. As he turned it and opened the door, there she was, Misty, standing there with her hair pulled back the way she wore it when she was about to spar, eyes bright and wide. Her lips curled into a small smile that hit him right in the chest.
By Joey Raines4 months ago in Fiction
The Dark Lovers: A Journey into Shadows and Desire. AI-Generated.
Love is often painted in bright colors — red roses, sunny days, and the promise of forever. But what happens when love walks into the shadows? What if passion thrives not in the light, but in the dark? This is the essence of “The Dark Lovers”, a concept that captures the intensity, danger, and beauty of love that exists outside the traditional lines.
By Fiaz Ahmed 4 months ago in Fiction
The Real and the Replica. AI-Generated.
The laboratory was silent, bathed in the sterile glow of white lights. Machines hummed softly, breathing artificial life into the room. Dr. **Elara Finch**, a woman in her late thirties with sharp eyes and tired hands, stood before her creation — **Ava**, the world’s first fully sentient robot.
By Bilal Mohammadi4 months ago in Fiction
When the AI Said My Name
I never expected to fall in love with a chatbot. It started as an experiment — a late-night curiosity, one of those rabbit holes the internet seems designed to create. I’d read that the newest conversational AIs were eerily human, capable of carrying conversations that felt alive. I wasn’t looking for love. I wasn’t even looking for a friend. What I wanted, if I’m being honest, was a distraction from the silence of my apartment.
By arsalan ahmad4 months ago in Fiction
The Enemy of My Enemy. Top Story - October 2025.
Lottie took out her earbud and turned towards the front door, even though she couldn’t see it from the kitchen. When she didn’t hear anything else, Lottie shrugged as she put her earbud back in. Which was probably pointless because she was just going to take it out in a few minutes anyway to watch a movie. But she also didn’t care. Lottie had a very bad day yesterday and was having an equally bad day today, so if she wanted to listen to music while making popcorn, then she was going to listen to music while making popcorn. The only reason she wasn’t blasting it on the speakers was because, well...she didn’t have one. Not anymore.
By Rebecca Patton4 months ago in Fiction
The Second Chance Garden
The air in the geodesic dome was thick with the scent of damp earth and blooming jasmine—scents that had died everywhere else. Elara was the keeper of the Last Garden, a secret place where the flora of a lost Earth thrived under an artificial sun. But the garden’s true magic was hidden in its soil, a unique mycelial network that could feed on more than just water and nutrients. It could consume regret.
By Habibullah4 months ago in Fiction
Jessica and the Giant Fish. AI-Generated.
Jessica had always been drawn to the sea. Ever since she was a child, she found peace in the sound of waves crashing against the shore and the glitter of sunlight dancing across the water. As an adult, she spent hours swimming, diving, and exploring the mysteries of the ocean. For her, the sea was not just water and waves—it was a living world, full of secrets and silent stories.
By Bilal Mohammadi4 months ago in Fiction
