Love

Billet-doux (A Love Letter)
My love, my heart, I awoke this morning and you were the first thing that occurred to me, hence I'm writing you this love letter to let you know how badly I miss you. I miss you like blooming flowers in springtime. Like a shower of rain after a terrible heatwave. As the day gives way towards the night, I’ll be missing you even as my eyes come awake to face the new day that’s tomorrow.
By Philip OYOK5 months ago in Fiction
The Language of Tides
Elara arrived in Oakhaven like a whisper carried on the wind – seen, felt, but rarely heard. The small, coastal village, with its salt-laced air and rhythm dictated by the unforgiving sea, seemed to swallow her silence whole. She bought a small cottage overlooking the churning grey-blue expanse, its windows often fogged with sea spray, its walls eventually adorned with canvases depicting the very view it offered. Elara painted with a fierce, almost desperate passion, each stroke a word she couldn’t utter, each colour a feeling too raw for speech. A profound grief, a void where her voice once resonated, had driven her here after a tragedy that had shattered her world and stolen her words.
By Mehrdad Rajabi5 months ago in Fiction
Twelfth Night
The sea was restless that night, its waves rising and crashing with merciless power. A small ship struggled against the storm until, finally, it broke apart. From its wreckage came two survivors—Viola and her twin brother, Sebastian. In the chaos, they were torn apart, each believing the other had perished. Viola, washed ashore in the land of Illyria, stood alone with nothing but her wits and courage. She did not know the customs, nor did she have family or wealth to protect her. But she was clever. To keep herself safe, she decided to disguise her identity. She dressed as a young man and took the name Cesario.
By Hamza Muhammad5 months ago in Fiction
The Candle Maker’s Secret
The shop smelled of beeswax, honey, and secrets. When my grandmother passed, she left me two things: her creaky, clapboard house and her beloved candle shop, “The Wick’s End.” The will had one peculiar instruction: “Elara, you must keep making the candles. The recipe is in the red book. Do not deviate.”
By Habibullah5 months ago in Fiction
The Enchanted Threads of Time
Hook / Intro No one knew that a simple stitch could alter the fate of an entire city—until Sofia discovered the enchanted fabric. In Nueva Estrella, a city famous for its vibrant streets and ancient legends, her little fabric shop seemed ordinary—but hidden within it were enchanted threads and destinies waiting to be unraveled. Every customer, every fabric, every stitch held the potential to reveal a story that could change lives. This was more than a fantasy story—it was a living magical realism tale interwoven with history, hope, and personal growth.
By ✦•············• Freelancer •············✦5 months ago in Fiction
The Last Song Beneath the Stars. Content Warning.
Seren had always known she was the last. The Observatory’s glass dome groaned beneath the winds that scoured the dead Earth, but she barely noticed anymore. The hum of the machines was her lullaby, the stars her only companions.
By E. hasan5 months ago in Fiction
Hearts Made of Starlight
They met where the sky touched the sea—on the cliffside of a forgotten town that rarely saw visitors, where stars spilled across the night like shattered glass.
By Muhammad Haris khan afridi5 months ago in Fiction
A Walk Past Midnight
The village feast had been loud, boisterous, and hollow in ways Clara could never quite explain. She had smiled, laughed when expected, and applauded the music like everyone else, but inside, her heart had felt heavier than the lantern she carried. Midnight had already passed, and while the others were stumbling home, voices slurred and eyes bleary, Clara felt an inexplicable pull toward the forest at the edge of the village.
By Khan584 5 months ago in Fiction
Chains of the Brothel: Part 5 Ashes of Hope
The girl who had once arrived at the brothel broken and trembling was no longer a stranger to Anita. Padma had become her daughter—not by blood, but by something stronger. By pain. By loss. By love.
By Shehzad Anjum5 months ago in Fiction
The Loyalty of a Wolf
(A Story of Devotion) Deep in the heart of a dense forest lived a family of wolves. Their leader was a strong and brave wolf whom everyone called White Fang. He was the protector of his pack and lived a peaceful life with his mate, Moonlight.
By New stAr writer 5 months ago in Fiction
Shadows on the Edge of Tomorrow
The train station was almost empty, except for a few scattered travelers dragging their suitcases across the cold concrete floor. The air smelled faintly of rain, and the giant clock above the platform ticked louder than usual, marking each second like a reminder that time was both a gift and a thief.
By Nadeem Shah 5 months ago in Fiction
Love's First Shadow. AI-Generated.
The world, for Elara and Liam, had been painted in hues of sunrise and starlight. They met in the bustling corridors of their university library, a serendipitous collision of textbooks and shy smiles. She, with her wildfire spirit and a sketchbook filled with dreams; he, with his quiet determination and a mind geared for logic. Their attraction was immediate, their connection effortless. Their love bloomed in the final throes of their academic year, a vibrant, insistent bloom against the backdrop of impending adulthood.
By Mehrdad Rajabi5 months ago in Fiction