Love

The Night the Stars Fell Silent
The night the stars fell silent, the city forgot how to breathe. It began with a power outage—an ordinary, unremarkable blackout in the middle of a summer storm. For most people, it was just an inconvenience: phones dying, Wi-Fi gone, streets eerily empty. But for seventeen-year-old Lila, it became the night her life changed forever.
By Aminullah5 months ago in Fiction
Seven Dreams
I had the first dream on a rainy night in March. I was sitting inside a train, watching fields blur past the windows, when a stranger slid into the seat across from me. He had tired eyes, the kind that carried stories heavier than his shoulders could bear. We didn’t speak, but when the train jolted suddenly, his hand reached out and steadied mine. I woke up with the strange sense that he had been real.
By Moments & Memoirs5 months ago in Fiction
The Carnival of Love
The lanterns glowed like captive stars, their golden light spilling across Zahara’s grand square. Laughter rippled through the air, mingling with the pulse of drums and the high notes of flutes. Tonight was the Night of Masks—the carnival when nobles and commoners alike could become whoever they wished. Identities vanished behind silken veils and feathered disguises, and for one evening, desire and destiny danced freely.
By Rohullah5 months ago in Fiction
Crown of Storms
Prologue: The Sky’s Wrath The kingdom of Aeloria was a land of sunshine and vineyards, but its skies had always held a secret. Once every century, when the heavens boiled with black clouds and lightning split the mountains, the ancient Crown of Storms would awaken.
By Khan584 5 months ago in Fiction
"Love Written in Ashes"
The fire began with a spark no bigger than a fingernail. No one noticed it at first—only a faint crackle, like paper being folded. But soon the flames grew, climbing walls and devouring everything in their path. The town of Dheran, once lively with laughter and trade, became a furnace of red and black.
By Alam khan5 months ago in Fiction
Storms of the heart. Top Story - September 2025.
She loved him. She opened up his heart, unlocked stone that had been hard and grey for many years. She softened him, and he softened her. But it never really was.
By Karen Cave5 months ago in Fiction
A Thousand Unwritten Letters
Prologue: The Letters That Never Reached In the dusty wooden chest beneath her grandmother’s desk, Eliza found them— bundles of yellowing envelopes, tied with fading blue ribbon.
By Khan584 5 months ago in Fiction
When Rain Forgets to Fall
Ava sat at the base of the ancient tree, her mind racing with thoughts. She remembered her father's words about the heart of the earth, and she realized that she had been looking for answers in the wrong places. The solution to the drought wasn't just about finding a new source of water or using more efficient irrigation systems. It was about reconnecting with the land, understanding its rhythms and its needs.
By Khan584 5 months ago in Fiction
The Heartbeat of Waiting
The Heartbeat of Waiting Aliza stood in front of the mirror. Tears glistened in her eyes, silence rested on her lips, and restlessness spread across her forehead. She kept brushing her hair again and again, only to let her hands fall helplessly. A single question echoed in her heart:
By New stAr writer 5 months ago in Fiction
Rain That Taught Me to Breathe
The house was quiet, too quiet for a girl whose heart beat louder than her voice. She was twenty— the age when passion burns secretly
By Hussain 5 months ago in Fiction
💘 A Love That Blooms 💘
Elara's hands, calloused from pruning shears and soft with the scent of lilies, were her truest testament. She didn't have much to her name beyond the small, sun-drenched flower shop she helped her aunt run in the city's old quarter. The shop was a canvas of her making, each bouquet a small narrative she wove together with patience and care. Elara wasn’t looking for anything more—not for a wealthy prince to save her, nor for a life she wasn’t meant to live. Her world was simple, filled with the vibrant colors of petals and the quiet rhythms of nature.
By Zidane5 months ago in Fiction
The Whispering Violin
The mud was endless. It clung to boots, swallowed rifles, and painted every soldier the same shade of gray-brown. The Somme front had become a wasteland where men vanished into the earth as quickly as they appeared, consumed by smoke and shellfire.
By MUHAMMAD UMAIR KHAN5 months ago in Fiction